Miss April

Um… somethin’ tells me Daddy ain’t gonna be happy ’bout this. I might have a copy sent to Hoyt though 😉 Click for larger…



The Annual Fangtasia Hair Show – Tomorrow Night!

Hair ShowAny excuse to party *giggles* though I’m thinkin’ I’ll be watchin’ a certain show on television tomorrow night…

(via @FangtasiaBar)

Just a Regular Saturday Night Off

It’s not often that I get Saturday nights all to myself. Tonight, it was my night off and Hoyt had to take his momma to a baby shower over in Bossier since she’s night blind. He’s such a sweet guy, helpin’ his momma out like that (though I think he secretly likes playin’ the games too… like pass the orange).

I decided to go out to Merlottes for a drink and see some of my friends. It wasn’t as busy as usual, but that’s a good thing. Tara and Sookie were workin’ (and Holly too, but I kept a distance from her) and, to my surprise, daddy was there. It’s real unusual to see him out of his library but, by the way he was actin’, he seemed to me to be lonely. He even invited me over to sit with him so I was happy to oblige him. Maybe he wanted a reason for Sookie to keep bringin’ us drinks over. He’s always happier when she’s ’round (read: less broody) which is good for me in the long run.

Bill and I got to chattin’ ’bout some of his business affairs and he asked me how I was goin’ at Fangtasia. To be honest, I haven’t felt my usual effervescent self workin’ at the bar lately. Same old, same old. I like the fangbangers and I get good tips, but it’s gettin’ up and doin’ the same thing that’s really startin’ to bore me. Sure, I have friends and all who I love to see every night like Mai-chan, Felicia, Chow and Kawai, but Bill’s talkin’ ’bout the future has kind of inspired me. I am more controlled, thanks to Hoyt’s continued presence in my life, and I am interested in travellin’. Bill started talkin’ bout Hogwarts for Vamps again and takin’ me on a vacation. Yes, I will repeat that slowly. A vacation. With daddy. He has some business in Europe soon so he’s lettin’ me go with him (yes, the thought crossed my mind ’bout him leavin’ me over there – but I don’t think he’d live that one down if he did).

I’m flippin’ through some of this information that Bill’s got for me and it’s really, really cool. Schools for Vamps – all after hours (obviously) and geared to a vamp’s needs. Light tight rooms, security, room service (yeah, Hoyt ain’t gonna like that one. I won’t be usin’ that option)… all in cool locations. Looks like they’re partnered with Anubis Airlines. Lots of different things to study too – even fashion design and art! I guess there’s no harm in takin’ a peek at them, right?

My first coffin will arrive in the next few days. Sounds like it’s just in time. My “shopping trip” tonight was also heaps of fun *grins* Got some great bargains…

In the News

So I checked the mail today and found the latest copy of the American Vampire magazine had arrived. Really cool articles – ones on a vampire gymnast scandal and ‘vampire chocolate’ which, I guess, is fine Belgian chocolate for our humans (I know Hoyt has a soft spot for chocolate!). There was also a little bit on Fangtasia in there. Great readin’ if you’re a vamp. I’m hopin’ they do more features for us young, modern vamps 😉 Dusty, old, borin’ ones like Bill are so four hours ago… *giggles* I think I’ll subscribe.

The other thing I was watchin’ tonight is The Vampire Report on television.

Those sorority girls… I get ten of ’em every week wantin’ to find vamps to be their Edward Cullen. So not cool. I’ve been ’round lots of vamps now and I know that not everyone is so into mainstreamin’ as daddy is. The ‘vamp slaves’ video was proof of that. It’s dangerous out there – just ask the comedian guy.

Heh, I had your grandmother on her wedding night. That was pretty funny in a vamp-gonna-kill-ya-if-ya-don’t-shut-up kinda way.

There’s been a lot of talk lately ’bout humans being akin to cattle. I vaguely remember bein’ called one before my… turning. Do I think vamps are superior? The answer would be no. And a lot of vamps would disagree with that. Maybe it’s just how I see the world. My daddy – my REAL daddy – believed in his religion being superior to everythin’ and I’m ashamed to say I went along with that. Since bein’ turned, I’ve seen things in a whole different light. Humans can’t imagine what it’s like for us and a lot of vamps can’t remember what it was like to be human. I hope there’s a gray area in between where we can both see each others point of view and accept our differences. I guess it’ll never turn out exactly like that but I can hope.

Guess Bill’s ideas are startin’ to wear off on me. Lord help us.

Fangtasia Cocktails

012_wenjWhy go to the bar with bite, you ask? Well, our famous vampire bartenders Chow and Felicia make the absolute best cocktails around, that’s why! Check out some of their names and see why they’re simply to die for…

  • Bloodbags
  • Flaming Coffins
  • Cryptkeepers
  • DracDaiqs
  • Voodoo Queens
  • Renfield
  • Fangtastics
  • Bloodbeats
  • TruBloody Marys
  • Monster Mash
  • Louisiana Swamp Thing
  • Mad Scientist
  • Halloweenie Jello
  • Nosferatus
  • Frankies
  • Death by Chocolate
  • Malice Chalice
  • Sparkly Fucker (I named that one! Requires automatic ID check)
  • Ichabod Cranium
  • Hell hounds
  • Vampirates
  • Mummy Mia

So come on in and try one… and don’t forget: tip yo waitress (or she may just kick you).

They Bring a New Meaning to Bible Bashing

Things didn’t go so great for me or Hoyt tonight. Though it could be worse, ya know? I could readyin’ myself to meet the sun on Sunday and Hoyt would be watchin’.

At some stay durin’ the night, Hoyt was taken from a coffee shop in Monroe (ya know, come to think of it, his blood has been tastin’ a lot more caffeinated lately. I think he’s visitin’ that Starbucks more times than he admits on the tweetstream) by two Fellowship of the Sun people – Steve and Sarah Newlin. Apparently they posed as tourists lookin’ for Fangtasia and then hit Hoyt over the head and threw him in their trunk. They drove all the way to Fangtasia and used his blood to draw me out. I could feel him comin’ closer… usually that makes me so incredibly happy… but all I could feel was somethin’ wrong. And then the blood… I just had to go to him. It was foolish and stupid but I couldn’t think clearly. Steve Newlin jumped out, threw a silver net over me and forced me into the trunk of the car.

Hoyt was comin’ to when I was thrown in. The pain of silver is unlike any other… it burns deep into vampire flesh, leavin’ red gashes wherever it touches. There wasn’t a lot of space in the trunk to move around but we managed to switch positions and I sawed through the rope with my fangs. Not really what they’re made for, but it worked. Hoyt was free and removed the silver. There was a moment we shared that I thought was gonna be our last together. I just froze, starin’ up at him. But he brought me out of it. He made me think ’bout survivin’. So my survival instincts kicked in.

The first thing I needed was blood because my burns weren’t healed yet and my strength was gone. I had to feed on Hoyt but be careful not to take too much. I was also aware that wasn’t gonna be enough and I was in no shape to fight – Hoyt needed strength so I offered him some of my blood. I have to admit that I ain’t never felt closer to him than in that moment. Such a small act but so, so powerful. He’s had my blood before and I know what happens when humans taste us: increased sex drive, improved senses, more strength, lighter complexion and more emotional connection. Some humans get hallucinations. It’s somethin’ I know Hoyt can handle but I still need to be careful with him. Too much blood and I could turn him.

In a fit of bloodlust, I punched angrily through the trunk and forced our way out when they pulled up. I stumbled out with Hoyt who managed to punch Steve Newlin out. I was so weak that, even though I wanted to tear their throats out, I couldn’t. They got away, leavin’ Hoyt and me on the side of the road. My friend from Fangtasia, Kawai, was followin’ us with her new friend – Julian, I think his name is. After that, I don’t remember much. Brief flashes of bein’ carried inside the house and a man shakin’ me. Then I woke up in bed beside Hoyt who was asleep.

I just know my real father is behind this attack. There’s no one more spiteful than that bastard. I’m really not lookin’ forward to explainin’ this to Bill either. He already wants me gone from Bon Temps.


I don’t like it when daddy says he has ‘plans’ for me. It most assuredely means I’m in trouble or bein’ sent away or a combination of both.

Bill’s shinin’ moment of throwin’ me to the pretty wolves at Fangtasia eventually came unstuck for him and I was returned a few months back to live in Compton Asy–um–House. Since then, we came to an understandin’. I wouldn’t hunt to kill humans, I’d mainstream like him. This was a big compromise, one only made easier by his agreement to let Hoyt be my boyfriend. He made me get a job, organizin’ with Eric that I would waitress at Fangtasia to start earnin’ some money. I thought that job would be shit in the beginnin’… waitin’ on humans with grabbyhands wantin’ to look undead. Not my idea of a good time… but I came to love it. I’m good at my job. I have regulars who come just to talk to me – Little Sammy, Marcus, Juno and the league of fangbangers who’s names I pretend not to remember, but I really do. Pam trained me well in givin’ ’em what they want and at what time. I can read these people real well now: figure out who wants more than just a drink, who wants company, who wants to be treated dirty. I get great tips. The dancin’ thing was a job I took over after my friend Asha met her second death. She taught me everythin’ she knows and I found out I was GOOD at it. I love dancin’.

The point is: I found my independence from Bill. I know sometimes I screw up with my ‘urges’ but that’s expected of a newborn. And sometimes I don’t treat him with enough respect but I’m a damn sight different than I used to be. I was wild back then. I didn’t wanna obey anyone but I learned quickly that I couldn’t exist like that. So I adapted to Bill’s wishes, met Hoyt and became my own vamp. Bill and me have had our ups and downs but our relationship was made stable by the fact that he wouldn’t interfere too much with my life. He’s been supportive of me doin’ this up until now.

Tonight when he said he had ‘plans’, a warnin’ light went off. I was enjoyin’ my night, visitin’ with my MIB (that’s ‘mother in bond’), Maxine. She took me out to Shreveport to see somethin’ called Star Trek (pretty cool movie!). I was on my way home when Bill suggested that I needed to start thinkin’ bout my ‘future prospects’. Say, 500 years from now.

500 sure is a big number. But that’s another story, what Bill wants to talk to me about is some sort of trip to Europe, schooling and my residence. In other words, he wants to send me away to boarding school. I mean, I understand he doesn’t wanna see me dancin’ at Fangtasia 500 years from now (even 100 years from now) and I don’t exactly see myself doin’ that either… but do we really need to jump the gun so soon? He’s pretty firm on me NOT dancin’ at Fangtasia and doin’ what I like to do (quote: “disgusting”). Instead, he wants me to help him out on his ‘lucrative business affairs’ – which I guess means AFTER some more education. Is he shippin’ me to Hogwarts For Vamps or somethin’?

Of course, the first thing I thought about was leavin’ Hoyt. I wouldn’t get to see him for such a long time if I was shipped off to Europe. And all my friends in Bon Temps wouldn’t be there. I don’t know anyone in Europe! And did I mention I’d be leavin’ Hoyt behind? I think it’s that thought that upsets me the most. I love him. I can barely stand bein’ away from him for 24 hours. I mean… I know one day I’ll have to lose him. His mortality has always scared me and I don’t like thinkin’ bout it. I’ll stay young and he’ll get old, I know that. A viking told me once that this was the way of the vampire. You just have to love and support them as much as you can until it’s their time. And right now, I don’t wanna leave Hoyt.

Where do I hope to be in 500 years? I don’t know. I mean, I’d like to travel one day and meet other vamps. I am curious about them. Hogwarts For Vamps might be a really cool experience. I don’t know exactly what I’d study either. I haven’t figured out eternity and maybe I don’t want to yet. Right now, all I wanna be is me. That’s my plan.