The Vampire Social Club
Disclaimer: I don't own the Twilight characters. They belong to Stephenie Meyer.
Summary: Chapter 4; for now, the final character. More will follow if there's enough interest. Thanks!
Roxanne
Bugger. My son, Peter, and I are running really late. And traffic in London is bloody awful this morning. Finally, I arrive at the first school and let Peter off. I turn into the tube station, park at my usual spot, and catch the tube to Kensington. As I arrive at my resturant, The Old One and One, which is the fish and chips joint my family owns, I fly into the back room and click on my iMac. I check my emails quickly; pretty soon the others will be here. I notice an email from my mate Siobhan, from Dublin. She is telling me that our other friend, Moira, just set-up an online messaging board for vampire mums. Bloody brilliant, that girl.
My son is Peter, and obviously, we are vampires. We are Originals, and though we have a large-ish coven, I consider myself a single mother. His father defected from both the coven and the vampire world in general, and threw himself at the mercy of the Volturi. They didn't grant it, I'm afraid. Anyhow, it's fantastic that this has come up; I know Moira has been having a rough go of the mummy thing.
I click on the link that Moira sent and smile as I read each woman's intro. I am glad to meet the Americans, that will be fun, I hope. It's good to see another young mum, too. Moira and Si are older than me, though not much, but I feel behind sometimes. Anyhow, each vampire has written their blurb in a unique font; how fun this will be. I select mine quickly, time is ticking away.
"Hello, I am Roxanne Temperley, currently of London, England. My son is Peter, and my coven and I run a Dutch resturant here in Kensington. I would love to chat with you, Bella, because I am a young mom, too, but my son is a bit older. Nice to meet you, Esme. Hope all is well in America.
Um, other than the fact that Si and Moira and I went to Uni together, I really don't know many other vampires, and I am glad to have this forum. Thanks."
Bugger. I sound like a complete clod, but oh, well. I hit "enter" and just in the nick of time, as my "father" comes in the backroom to help me start the daily inventory.
