May 31, 2013
Wildwoods, New York
I am being punished, and I do not understand the reasons behind the castigation.
Mama is vexed with me. Yvette refuses to exchange words. I stopped trying to make sense of Mama’s behavior when she started to insist that we should embrace pop culture, and sleep in silk lined coffins. Her madness is expected. But my sister’s conduct is beyond uncanny. Yvette is not an ingrate. She never fails to say “please” and “thank you” before and after bites. She appreciates kindness. Such a virtuous soul, our Yvette. My heart aches when I see her unhappy.
The other day, her unhappiness was crushing. I was in my bedroom talking to Cordelia, the daughter of the ghoul family that lives across the street, when Yvette’s suffering rushed through the window to squeeze my heart. She wanted a date for the Vampire’s Day Soirée.
I became anxious. I knew I could find a date for my sister, but I did not want to trample her dignity with an act she might construe as an intrusion. I was sharing my preoccupations with Cordelia, when we overheard Yvette describe the kind of date she wished to take to the party.
Cordelia and I concocted a plan to surprise my sister. I thanked The Night for Cordelia’s upper body strength. I am no softy, but there is the issue of me having no arms. Arms would certainly be needed to ensure Yvette’s happiness. We thought Marla—a girl Yvette dated in secondary school and who still fancies my sister—would be the perfect choice. She lives only two blocks away from us.
Marla resisted Cordelia at first. But my friend’s strong arms are very convincing. She said that it only took seconds before her arms convinced Marla’s unconscious form to be Yvette’s date.
Cordelia brought Marla to the house, carried her down to the cellar, and the rest was up to me. Well, most of the rest was up to me—Cordelia had to hold Marla down. But midway through the preparations, Marla screamed. I have gentle fangs, but most people get a tad uneasy after having been bitten a few hundred times.
Yvette ran into the cellar and began to yell for Mama.
I smiled at my sister, told her that her date was not ready yet. But that it was all right, since they had an entire month to get reacquainted before the party. Then my heart started to ache, Great-Grand-Papa. The terror on Yvette’s face told me she was unhappy.
The rest happened fast and blurrily.
And by the end of it all, I was locked in the family vault and grounded for a decade.
I do not understand, Great-Grand-Papa. I have explained to Yvette that I just wanted to please her, to make her happy. I heard her very clearly, the day she shouted into her cellular telephone. “It’s not fair!” my sister said. “All I want is a bloody date for the Vampire’s Day Soirée.”
Mayhap, I should have chosen a different girl, or a guy. But I do not think Yvette fancies boys in that way. Should I have made bigger, deeper, bloodier bites? With a bit of tearing for shock? I am extremely confused, Great-Grand-Papa, and very much in need of your counsel.
Yours in blood and thought,
Drusilla Amarantha Tepes, the Only
the wee notes…
– The 1st of Drusilla’s letters didn’t need as much revising as some of the upcoming parts. I’ve included the date and location at the beginning (to help the timeline), added the Soirée’s date to the text of the story, and did a bit of nipping and tweaking here and there… nothing major.
– The 2nd letter: Camp Cute, Creepy and (quite conveniently) Remote.
The Tepes family vault, I suppose *cough*