Free The Week I Was A Vampire by Brittney Dussault Page B

I’d like to get this over with so I can get back to my television show.”
                  “You get cable out here?” Lux said, suddenly more interested in Grigori’s technological setup than her friend’s weird connection to her sire.
                  “Is that why I feel this way about you?” Jude said as the pair hesitated in the hall.  “Because you’re my sire?”
                  “That depends,” said Daniel, stepping closer to her.  Suddenly, Jude was glad her heart couldn’t beat anymore, because it would’ve been thrumming away like a jackhammer.  “How do you feel about me?”
                  “Jude!” Lux called.  “Get your transitioning butt in here so we can fix you.  Gosh.  If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you wanted to be a vampire.”
                  Jude ducked her head and stepped away from Daniel, but he caught her hand and she felt compelled to look back at him.
                  “It wouldn’t be all bad,” he said, “if you chose to be like us.  Like me.”
                  Jude pulled her hand out of his grip and had the feeling she was only able to because he let her.
                  “We should catch up with them,” she said.  “You know, so Grigori can get back to his show.”
                  Daniel nodded and followed her into what turned out to be a small library filled with books and glass jars marked in languages Jude had never seen before.  Even if they’d been in English, she was fairly certain she still wouldn’t know what the jars contained.  One such jar looked distinctly filled with eyeballs.
                  “At first I thought you needed a spell or a potion,” Grigori said, from his spot in a red wingback chair, “which surprised me because aren’t your Mafe’s kid?”  His question was directed at Daniel who nodded.
                  “Daphne is my sire,” he said and Grigori nodded in response.
                  “Thought so,” he said.  “You’re not pretty enough for Mafe, then again, you’re not pretty enough for Daphne either.”
                  “My sister was turned by Daphne,” Daniel said and his tone left no room for discussion. 
                  Grigori seemed unperturbed, but Jude’s curiosity was peaked.
                  “Figured if it was a spell or a potion,” the man prattled on, “then Mafe could whip it up no problem.  Heard she was a damn good witch before she was turned and from what I’ve seen, she’s only gotten better.”
                  “Mafe was a witch?” Lux said, turning away from the bookshelf she’d been browsing.  “I thought witches couldn’t be turned into vampires?”
                  “This ain’t the movies, kid,” Grigori said.  “Anyone, save for a werewolf and a few choice demons, can be turned into a vampire.  Granted, I’ve never heard of a nymph being turned into one, so maybe they can’t either.  Witches, though, are fair game, although they lose their magic and can only do spells and potions after they transition.  But you’re not here for a Supernatural 101 lesson, so we can move on.”
                  “You have a book,” Daniel said, “that has information on how to turn someone back into a human once they’ve begun to transition.”
                  Grigori looked at Daniel for a moment before fixing his attention on Jude.  She resisted the urge to fidget.
                  “Let me guess,” he said, “lover boy over here got overzealous in his snacking one night, gave you his blood to heal you, and then you died in some tragic way?  That sounds like a sad love story, honey, but that doesn’t explain why you want to go back to being human.  Aren’t teenaged girls supposed to want to spend eternity with their undead