I have a terrible case of writer's block, so here's something new to help me along. I write vampires who breathe, sleep, and are capable of consuming some things other than blood. Oh, and no sparkling.
Okiee okiee, enjoy!
It all started on one pleasant Saturday afternoon in May...
The excitement was like electricity coursing through her veins. For eighty years her heart had lay unmoving, frozen in time, but right now she could swear there was a drumming in her chest. It was almost too much.
"Oh, Edward!" Esme sung out. Closing the front door with a graceful spin, she danced into the living room, humming her own song in complete disregard of her son's somber music. With one last twirl and a girlish giggle, she swept her arms around the boy and planted a kiss on his pale cheek.
"Edward, I met someone today."
Ignoring her, he continued playing through his latest sad creation, long fingers moving effortlessly over the piano keys. On any other occasion Esme wouldn't think to disturb him, but her news was just too wonderful to wait. She was about ready to burst from the joy of it all.
She grabbed both his wrists and the music instantly stopped. Edward bristled.
"Esme, let go."
"I met someone today," she repeated, "A vampire someone."
"How nice."
"His eyes are golden just like ours."
Edward drew a deep breath, his irritation building. "Wonderful, he doesn't feed on humans. Is that all?"
"He asked me out."
That gave the sixteen year old pause. "You didn't say yes, did you?"
"How could I not? Oh, Edward, I don't know how to explain it. When his eyes met mine I didn't want to ever look away and when he spoke I thought I would melt. He has a voice like honey."
"Annoyingly sticky?" Edward wrinkled his nose. Esme laughed and released his wrists to hug him again.
"I don't know what's come over me. I can barely think straight. Oh!" she jerked her head up. "I have to call Alice! She'll know what I should wear."
"Hold on, you can't just-" Esme grabbed the boy's face right then and kissed him full on the mouth. He gave a muffled squeal.
"Mom!" he shouted the moment she pulled away. "Like what the hell?!"
But Esme didn't seem to hear him as she jogged off to her bedroom, once again humming some inane happy tune. Dragging his sleeve across his tainted lips, Edward scowled after the petite woman. Esme could be enthusiastic at times, but this level of unrestrained gaiety wasn't like her at all. Really, was decades of being single enough to make her lose her mind over one stupid date?
He looked back to his piano and his mood soured further. She had taken him completely out of his moment.