Chapter 1
I looked at Whitney from my bed in our little studio apartment. Why was
she up this early? As roommates we had agreed to not get up until at least 8. I
mean I’m not real pretty to wake up. Its “Why in the Hell did you wake me up????”
and “Get away from me right now!!” I was prepared to give her a piece of my
mind, when I realized that it was the summer solstice. Whitney always had a lot
to do that day. I guess that has something to do with her powers. I think they’re
like doubled or something. I just groaned and rolled over.
“Bobbi,” she poked me, “ I need your help tonight.”
“What do I need to do now?”
“Well, first off, we’re having a party at the Meeting tonight, and second
of all, I wanted your opinion on what to wear.”
“Couldn’t this wait?”
“No, I mean we have to be there by midnight and all…”
“And you woke me up at 7 because…” and then I realized, “Is there a
guy involved?”
“Well, yeah, but he’s a special guy.”
“How special? And does he have any friends?” I asked trying to make a
joke. Whitney knew I was always looking for new blood.
“Well, he’s a warlock with a very high position in the Society. And to
answer your other question, it don’t think he hangs with too many mortals.”
“Oh. Well, what’s his name, what does he do in the daytime? I need stats
here girl!” I asked getting interested as to what kind of a guy he was for
Whitney to have a crush on him bad enough to face my wrath when I got up.
“Well, all he told me was that he was in some sort of singing group and
that his name is Brian.”
“That’s a start at least. So, what does he look like?” I asked, knowing
she was starting to get annoyed at my curiosity in ‘her man.’
“If you must know, he’s a little taller than me, blue eyes, hair about
the color of yours, and mine for that matter, with a funny little accent.”
“OK, and on the clothing issue, I think you would look best in that
midnight blue gown with the flowing train tonight. You know, the one I made
last year when you had that formal “Witches Only” gala that I obviously
couldn’t attend.”
“Alright, that’s what I was thinking anyway. What are you going to
wear? I mean your usual silver shirt, black pants ensemble probably won’t go
over too well. I know! How about that black dress with silver flames on the
hem? That one looks really pretty!”
“I like the way you think! I like that one too, but you don’t think it’s
too much? I mean it is a little short…”
“Oh come one you know you love that dress more than your entire
collection of shoes combined,” she scolded me
.
“True, very true. Hey, do you think there are going to be any new
vampires there? I mean it’s been like forever since I’ve even met a nice guy.”
“I don’t know. I never know. All I do know is that you are going to spot
the darkest looking man ever, think he’s hot, then try to convince me of this
fact, and eventually understand me, and forget him,” she pointed out logically.
“True…. Anyway, what are we going to do about your hair? I mean I
looked nice that time we had it done, but the people started to look at us funny
when we started to talk about history of vampires and stuff. That was a while
ago wasn’t it?”
“Yeah, and it’s all your fault we got funny looks. In fact, it’s almost
always your fault when we get weird looks,” she said good naturedly, “anyway,
I think I should just leave it down, over my shoulders. That would be easy.”
“Works for me. I think I’m just going to make an up-do with some of
those silver hair clips you have. And yes, I promise I won’t loose them, even
before you ask me.”
“Good. Here, have some breakfast. It is now eight o’clock pm, and you
can finally wake up. The sun is starting its final descent.”