Author's Note:
I'm just a silly girl who likes vampires and books and Tru Blood. I own nothing except for Lydia...and even that's up for questioning haha
Yes I know it's short, but it's not the size it's what you do with it, right? ;)
Review please?
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As soon as Lydia stepped off the bus, she quickly began to look through her big brown purse. Digging wildly, she finally extracted her prize with a chesire cat smile: a book. "The Picture of Dorian Gray". She'd rescued it from the dollar bin at a garage sale and hadn't been able to put it down for very long since then. It was worn, the pages were soft, thin, and yellowed; the book would bend and yield easily when she folded it over. And the story...the words turned to colors and images and smells and music when she read them. Lydia had never been pulled so strongly into a story before. That's why she had tripped a couple times and nearly walked into a tree while she was walking home. Still though, she was captivated, and barely took notice of the world and people around her. Real life, to Lydia, did not seem quite nearly as interesting as a story did.
Though, she thought to herself, things had become slightly more interesting since the vampires had "come out of the coffin". Yes, things were more interesting, but mostly they were the same. To Lydia, it seemed like it was just another thing for people to argue about. Constantly she'd heard the ignorant rants of people who thought being a vampire was "a sin against God and nature" blah blah blah. After she'd been approached by sidewalk preachers trying to save her "soul and purity" from the "sacrilegious devil creatures" several times while waiting for a bus, she ended up telling them "Oh, sorry, it's a little too late for that. See, I'm a lesbian and I'm, seeing this lovely lady vampire. You wouldn't believe the things they can do with their fangs...just thinking about it...ohhhh" Then with a wink she'd begin to moan, loudly, until they went away cursing her to damnation. Sometimes to change it up, she'd mention the devil worshiping orgies she'd attended. Lydia was very creative that way.
About a block away from her house, after tripping for the fifth time, Lydia tore herself away from her book and put it away. Looking up at the Louisiana sky, she sighed, serenaded the bright stars while a summer perfume of humidity and pine breezed by on the wind. At least for this moment life was good, and she was appreciative of that. Softly she smiled and continued to walk home.
Then she heard the scream.
Desperate and frightening, it rang out to her from the woods next to the church she was passing by. Goosebumps ran up and down her arms by the chilling silence that followed. She took a deep breath as she began to dig through her bag for her cellphone. The moment she plucked it out however, she heard a strange airy noise and got the odd feeling that she was not alone anymore Looking up, Lydia came face to face with a much more interesting and frightening reality.
