Knock knock knocking upon my door.

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At least once a week, if not more, I stop by the home of Tellias and Eleora. They’re two ancient ancient Vampires – over 2,000 years old. Sometime they need help. They forget things. They lose their keys on a regular basis and do all sorts of foolish things (in my opinion.) A few days ago I’d stopped by to drop off a few things I’d picked up for them at Costco. Yes, even Vampires need stuff from Costco from time to time.

They both came out onto the front porch of their Queen Anne style home, on their farm by the river. Tellias wore his white blonde hair around his shoulders. He had on a yellow tee-shirt with the logo of Purrrfect Cat Grooming on the back. He wore green and red plaid pants made from some sort of fiber that didn’t exist in nature and yellow flip flops…

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Short Story: Cocaine Cancer

Powerful story.


Luca could barely see, his eyes clouded with the fading vision of her in his arms. Paige lay almost lifeless, her blonde dishevelled locks falling over her face, covering her features. Luca was clumsily swiping his palm over her head repeatedly, managing to get a few strands away but he couldn’t really see what he was doing. She lay horizontally across him, wrapped in his dads duffle coat. They shook in the back of the moving car and he held her tight.
“Please don’t leave me.” He sobbed as his tears disappeared on her tanned skin and dampened her hair. She didn’t move. She didn’t speak.

      “What do you think you were doing?” Luca shouted, tugging Paige’s elbow with him.
      “Oh, I’m sorry ‘Dad, I didn’t know I wasn’t allowed to have fun.”
      “You call that fun?” He stopped…

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The Travelers: A Tale of Mystery, Love and Hope

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A Christmas Tradition at Vampire Maman

The Travelers

A Christmas Tale of Mystery, Love and Hope
from Juliette Kings

The night was falling on the travelers, Daniel and his son Tad and daughter Ada. They had to stop before the dark of night and freezing snowfalls. The father and his children were finally going home, from the broken dreams of gold to the city where Daniel had found a job in his profession of typesetter and reporter. When his wife had passed on he followed his dream to the California gold fields taking his teenage children with him. For good or bad they’d made the new state their home.

As the snow began to fall they came upon a cabin, the door boarded up from the outside, the windows shuttered. It looked deserted and like shelter for the night. Dan and his son pried the nails off of the boards…

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Ask Juliette: “I don’t want to do it” Edition, plus Vampires and Religion

Sound advice and some interesting facts.

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Ask Juliette (Ask a Vampire – Advice for Everyone) is a regular feature on

If you have a question for Juliette, or something to discuss send me a message at juliettevampiremom @ gmail .com, or post your question in the comment section below.

This week is sort of like the “I don’t want to do it” edition. I also answer a question about Vampires and religion.

Ask Juliette

Dear Juliette,

Hypothetically, you give me a book to read because you think it’ll be helpful to what I’m going through and also helpful for you. We both know I don’t want to read it but you insist that I do. You tell me I don’t have to but continue to vouch for the book. In the end, I say yes to appease you and a part of myself that wants to read.

I read the first chapter and take a break from it…

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The photograph was old, the image faded but you could tell the little girl is standing in front of a Christmas tree. Nanna said it was the first year she helped her father pick it out. It was 1924 and she had recently turned ten. She always said as long as she lived, that Christmas would be he favorite.

The snow was falling when they arrived at the tree farm. She was amazed at how many there were, and wished she could decorate all of them.

She heard her father call out to her as she ran ahead. Surrounded be trees when she stopped beside this one pine, so full and beautiful she just had to have it.

After they got it home and she posed for the picture,  they put it in front of the living room window and decorated it. Her dad told her she had pick out…

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How to write a love letter (just a few words are all you need)

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You’re the warm summer breeze against my skin. You’re a warm embrace on a cold winter night. You’re the hot in my chocolate. You’re the key to my lock. You’re the one who knows the punch line.

 Vampires write love letters too

Half the traffic on this blog comes from ONE post. It is called “How to Respond to a Love Letter.”

If you look up “How to respond to a love letter” on google you’ll be directed to THIS blog,

Everyone loves the idea of love letters(admit it – I know you do.)The reason I’m with my husband is because I took a chance and wrote him a letter.

I’ve written a lot about love letters and romance. I want everyone to be in love as much as I am so I’m sending along a few helpful hints about writing that perfect love letter. Of course the most perfect letter is…

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My Christmas Necklace (A Holiday Tradition)

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A few nights ago we had friends for dinner. Let me reword that. We dined with good friends of ours. It was two couples we’re friends with (they’re regular humans who don’t know we’re Vampires). It is a dress up affair. We have cocktails; take in the theater or a concert, then have dinner and more drinks. And my darling husband Teddy and I get a little blood donation and leave our hosts feeling warm and fuzzy and full of holiday cheer.

I wore a black dress with red heels. It was set off with a gold necklace of delicate flowers with red garnets, enameled holly leaves and seed pearls.

One of my friends commented “You wear that beautiful necklace every year. There must be a story behind it.”

“Teddy gave me this on our first Christmas together. It was his mother’s.” I told everyone the truth, but didn’t tell…

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Vampire Diary: A Werewolf Carol

Happy Holidays…with a little bit of weirdness.

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Dear Diary,

It is the time of year for tradition and feasts. It is a time of celebrations and gatherings. It is a time for stories told over and over.

When I was a child, at Yuletide I would ask to be told the story of TheWerewolf Billig Shooshow and the Three Demons.

Billig Shooshow was a large man with golden brown eyes, and dark glossy hair. He was a powerful and a wealthy man, but because of his greed and cunning he knew nothing of love or the comforts of friends and family. Billig Shooshow was also a lone Werewolf – one who did not run with a pack.

One night while he was alone in his mansion a ghost flew through Billig Shooshow’s window. It was a large half man, half wolf covered in large traps like jaws of steel.

The ghost howled, “These are the traps that caught…

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