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The Dark Side of Dallas Chapter One
I died on a Monday. There is not a single good thing about Mondays. You wake up, you end up dragging ass while getting ready. You spend the whole day trying to get back into the “weekday” routine. Nobody wants to be at work. The coffee doesn’t do its job, you’re running behind half the time, and sometimes you die. Or is that just me? It started out as a normal day. I hit the snooze three times and woke up fifteen minutes later than I needed to be up. I ran out the door, with my coffee in hand, to make a twenty-minute drive in ten minutes. When I arrived at my office and got out of the car, I tried and spilled coffee all over my blouse. Of course, I did. I was wearing white. My tits were a magnet for messes, especially when they were covered in white. When I opened the front
The Dark Side of Dallas Chapter Two
I opened my eyes to find myself in a strange bed (with a killer headache). I was starving. And the bed wasn’t so much a bed as it was a bag. A body bag? Whatever it was, I couldn’t see a damn thing. It was like a wraparound black out curtain. It also was not the easiest to open from the inside. That is fine though because I felt like I had full strength. Or was this more than my normal strength? I tore the bag open in one quick deafening ripppppp. The room around me was not familiar at all. It had blinding bright lights, stainless steel surfaces throughout, and several strange looking instruments. Was I in a morgue? This must be a morgue. Or Funeral Home? Obviously, not a hospital room with intentions of improving my health. The goal here seemed to be aimed more towards cutting me open. Ouch. &nbs
The Dark Side of Dallas Chapter Three
I woke up startled by a loud banging sound. I hate that feeling. It’s like you’re pulled back to wakefulness while the air is being jerked out of your lungs in shock. It’s the opposite of that terrifying fake falling feeling you get when trying to go to sleep. What was that noise? Was there construction? At 5 am?? Surely, there are laws against that. I opened my eyes and sat up. The bang sounded again, and I realized the sound was someone knocking, loudly, on my front door. Who is banging on my door at 5am? I grumpily dragged myself up to door to peer out the peephole and see who it was. Maybe it’s an emergency. It had better be an emergency. Mads. Mads, that who is awake at five in the morning banging on my door. Who does she think she is?? She knows I need to be at work in a couple of hours! I never get up this e
The Dark Side of Dallas Chapter Four
So, I’m a vampire. What does that even mean? Obviously, I need blood. That seems to be a consistent theme for vampires. But all other vampire ‘rules” seem to vary based on which author is telling the story. I need to remember everything I’ve ever read or seen about vampires. Stakes through the heart or beheading can kill – fairly certain. That seems to be pretty consistent between tales. Could I go out in the sun? I’m not sure. It was night when I was out last. The sun would be rising soon, and I could test that theory out. Would I die if I don’t drink blood? And how long could I go without? I guess I will have to test that out as well. What else was there…? Oh! Crosses. Godly things. And sometimes they can’t enter houses without an invitation. That’s all I rem
The Dark Side of Dallas Chapter Five
The Texas sun was blazing as we stepped out. I couldn’t feel cold, but I could feel the warmth. I looked down at my skin to see if I was on fire. No, not yet. I took another step out of the door. I was fully immersed in the sun now. I felt fine. As fine as dead can feel. I can leave the house in the daylight. Score one for Rachel. Take that Mr. Bitey. Wait, if I can go out, I’m sure he can also be out in the sun. Still. Score one for Rachel. It was only a little after six am. No stores would be open yet. It was still reassuring to know that I wasn’t destined to live in the dark for the rest of my (undead) life. Cooper happily ran away from me in the backyard, he was prancing around in his usual outside happy dance. I grabbed a ball to play fetch with him. I reached my arm back, threw the ball, and watched as it (ac
The Dark Side of Dallas Chapter Six
Home at last. I was in such a rush to leave, that I’d left my bike at the impound lot. Oh well. I hadn’t used it in eight years. Perhaps someone that can’t afford to get their car out will find use in it. I parked my car in my driveway, rushed inside, and headed straight for my bedroom. Time to pick out new clothes and shower. I should probably trash the clothes I’m wearing. Burn them. There is no way these stains are ever coming out of these clothes. I laid out a new outfit, cast aside the old, and hopped into the shower. Even my arms and legs looked deathly pallid. It was the first time I had seen them since I’d died. I searched for wounds, but I could not find any marks on me. I’d at least expect to see teeth marks on my neck, but there was nothing. I suppose
The Dark Side of Dallas Chapter Seven
I’ve got my answer. It didn’t even take me a full day to find it. Score three for Rachel. Eric must have sensed my excitement because his expression grew wearier. I broke the silence “Thank you for letting me know and for the warning. Is there anything else that you know about him that you could tell me? I’m sure any details would help.” Eric looked at me more closely this time. He looked a bit lost this time in his gaze. “You know, you’re really pretty,” he said. He’s got the same creepy stare starting as the man from the impound lot and gas station had. Is this some weird vampire juju? Did it make people notice me? “Thank you Eric, but I really need to –” I started. Bef
The Dark Side of Dallas Chapter Eight
We stood outside the local Red Cross donor center. Eric had the bright idea to grab us some scrubs that we could change into prior to showing up here. I guess he had done his homework on which scrub colors they were. It looks like they had already closed for business, but I saw a car or two in the parking lot still. We didn’t have any way to get in, so I suppose we were going to have to wing it and wish for the best. Someone forgot the lock the side entrance, so we slowly turned the knob and walked in. “Fake it ‘til you make it. If anyone sees us, just walk like you own the place. I’ll handle the talking.” Eric said. We walked down the long hall and saw a computer light on in the front of the b
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The Dark Side of Dallas Chapter Seventeen
When I woke up the next day, Cooper was by my side, snuggled up to me. My brother was safe and under the same roof. Madison had a bodyguard stalking her 24/7. All was right with the world. I checked my phone and realized I’d still never reached out to my sketch artist man friend, Eric. He probably thought I’d forgotten about him. Seven missed texts. Apparently, he’d been worried about me. I messaged him and let him know a bit about what had been going on, the summarized version. Enough for him to know I’m not staying at my house anymore and for right now, I didn’t know when I’d be able to get together. I’m not sure that we should get together, but I left that part out. As much danger as I’d put my brother and Mads in just be knowing them, I didn’t want to add someone else into the mix. It’d probably be better for Eric to never see me again at this rate. Things weren’t looking promising, unless I moved another person into the mansion. Mitchell would murder me himself.
The Dark Side of Dallas Chapter Sixteen
“Once upon a time, in a kingdom long ago” I took off my shoe and threw my shoe at him. Riley sat to my right and snickered. “Ow!” Mitchell yelled. “Fine, I’ll be serious. But really, it was a long time ago. There are stories about your family. Consider them essentially vampire fairy tales. We’ve all heard myths about your bloodline and of your family. Originally, your family was a line of witches.” “Witches? Ha!” “If you insist on interrupting me this time, I will not tell you. Thi
The Dark Side of Dallas Chapter Fifteen
Riley just stared at me questioningly the whole way to the mansion. I guess he gave up on trying to figure out what was going on and just figured I’d explain everything later. I would. Barring the next kidnapping. We pulled into the underground entrance, and the boys pulled Chris out first. He was still unconscious, serves him right. They didn’t tell me where they were taking him, just disappeared. I’ll find out later, if anyone should know, it’s me since he was after me to begin with. There are still a lot of unanswered questions that I have. I better help Riley understand things better first, he deserved that much after this experience. As soon as we walked in, Cooper ran to me. I forgot they’d picked up my dog and not a minute too soon. I’d hate to think of what could have happened to him if the Barton gang showed up at my house. I pet his fl
The Dark Side of Dallas Chapter Fourteen
We arrived at the tunnel Elm Place entrance shortly before 10pm. The whole gang was here in a limousine. So much for subtle. You’d think we were all off to prom rather than a rescue mission. I got out of the gigantic eyesore and had a small camera attached to my stud earing for them to spy on me. Technology is really improving these days. I remember the gigantic cameras that my family used to film all of our holidays and birthdays with. Okay, I’m aging myself. And I’m off topic. Focus. Rescue. Don’t die.I walked over the where the entrance should be, donning the “Closed” sign as Google said it would. Mitchell had told me that to enter, I just needed to open the door. Seems easy enough. I guess the closed sign was all it took to ward of most people. It would have worked for me if Mitchell didn
The Dark Side of Dallas Chapter Thirteen
Not one word from Riley’s friends so far. Mitchell had someone looking into it and was calling around still. It seemed like he was a leader of sorts here. I wonder if that was a government official type thing as well or just a role, he sort of fell into with the group. The patriarch of the “family”. I still hadn’t seen the others, but a maid (I think) came in to check on me. She was very sweet; I think she could sense I was upset. She definitely did not seem like a vampire. I guess it would be hard to tell, but she didn’t have the same demeanor as the others. She was… Innocent. At least in comparison. My cell phone started ringing, with the caller ID reflecting “Unknown”. I used to never answer these calls, but I also have never been dead before. First time for everything. “Hello?” Silence. &
The Dark Side of Dallas Chapter Twelve
We pulled into a gated underground tunnel near a large mansion on land in Dallas. I didn’t realize any houses had land in Dallas proper. I thought it was only in the suburbs. They must be rich. “You didn’t tell me you had a Batcave.” Lucas laughed. “It is for functionality reasons only – we can’t walk in the sun like you. We’d rather not be deep-fried on the way into our home.” Once Lucas parked, the van doors opened, and I saw a large garage around us with an elevator. Yep, they must be rich. I doubt they hypnotized a mortgage company into gifting them this. “Do you guys work? Family money?” I asked and Elyse giggled. “No need. When you live as long as we have and are able to persuade people in
The Dark Side of Dallas Chapter Eleven
There were three others in the back and one in the front. I closed the door and could see them all better. Two women, two men. All attractive. I guess there weren’t many ugly vampires. At least not in this group. The mystery man who had called me continued talking. “Thank you for trusting us.” “Oh, I don’t trust you. I know nothing about you. But it sounds like you know things that I’d like to know. How did you find me and why do you keep stalking me?” “We’re not stalking you; we’re looking out for you. You have a lot to learn, and you have people trying to track you down. I’m surprised we found you before they did.”
The Dark Side of Dallas Chapter Ten
Eric called me around ten the next morning. I must have dozed off while reading the journal. We made plans to meet up later that day. I wanted to try to find out more about Anton’s family and see if they were still living. If anyone in his bloodline is living, I wonder if he kept in touch. I opened my laptop and started searching for “Anton Barton 1800’s”. The first few results looked like they were from an old newspaper. All dated before his death. Okay, next check is “Mary Barton 1800’s Dallas, TX”. “Mary Barton passed peacefully January 15th, 1884, survived by her children Daniel Barton and Elizabeth Barton.” There we go! I kept looking for the mini Bartons. No other results for the kids. Strange. Well, I tried. I tried to find more about Anton Bar
The Dark Side of Dallas Chapter Nine
Mads appeared at my front door shortly after. I was still on edge from that last phone call. I invited her in and started to explain everything. “—So the blood bags work! I only have a few, but I guess we will see how long it takes me to go through them. I didn’t want to drain their whole supply, I’m not the only one that needs it. Oh and I got this strange phone call! It really freaked me out. Someone else knows I’m a vampire.” Madison’s eyes got big after the last sentence. “How? Do you think it was the man that turned you?” “I’m not sure. I don’t think so. It sounds more like he was w
