Not So Wicked by
T. A. Moorman
Published
October 30, 2018 by GothicMoms Studios
YA
Paranormal/Urban Fantasy
Synopsis:
Caught in a realm they
know next to nothing about, in a time where they're hated for not what they are
but how they look, these supernatural teens may find it harder to curve their
bloodlust than they thought.
Like most teens, even
those with supernatural powers and abilities, Elvira thinks that her days at Be
Prepared High are a colossal waste of time. Especially Feeding 101, since she's
a cursed vampire that was born without fangs. She and her friends view most of
the classes as useless since they never plan on venturing to the human realm.
Why would they when Underlayes was made specifically for every factions'
safety, where they could roam free day or night with not a care in the worlds.
But just like her
parents always told her, sometimes you're put into situations you can't
control.
Elvira's life takes an
unexpected turn when a wizard hell bent on misplaced revenge kidnaps her and
several of her friends. Not only does she send them with a one-way ticket to
Detroit, Michigan, she sends them to a time when the tension amongst the races
is at its highest. And having to deal with race issues is the one thing that
has never even been so much as a thought to any of them and is the one course
not on the roster.
But will everything
they've learned in school be enough to keep them alive? What will they all do
when racism stares them in the face? Most importantly, how will they get back
home?
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Chapter 1
Once upon a time... Really? I'm not starting my story off
with that lame ass cliché. Fat chance. Not when my story is
anything but classic. You can think of this as the life and
times of a teenage vampire. A real one, not one that sparkles as though we were
sprinkled with some type of fairy dust. Oh! And we’re born, not made by just
being bitten, consuming blood from another vampire, or any other legend you may
have researched somewhere. The bitten one is the most ridiculous theory any of
us have ever heard of. I mean really, think about it, if everyone ever bitten
by a vampire were to turn into one how could they ever go back for seconds on
the same victim, er donor? Could you imagine how large the vampire population
would be? Anyway, you wanna hear my story? Just sit back, grab a pint of blood,
or milk, and have a listen.
First off, I don't live in your dimension, I live in a separate
one called Underlayes. Where the things that go bump in the night – werewolves,
vampires, mermaids, sirens, witches, and so much more – truly are real.
Underlayes has regular neighborhoods just like Earth does, we don’t live in a
ton of dug out caves, or cryptic looking castles; besides the royals anyway. We
used to live amongst you guys, but that was way before my time, and a story way
too long and boring for me to bother with repeating. Just know that we all
truly do exist and a very few of our number walk alongside you still. So, you
may want to think about that before you lay down at night after bullying the
school nerd or your shy co-worker. If they're the silent and quiet type they're
more than possibly plotting your untimely demise and deciding what side-dish
you'd go best with. Or what curse to place on you. Something my Mom should have
thought about a long, long time ago.
Me? The names Elvira, yea, Mom and Pops have a sick and twisted
sense of humor. Which when you come to think of it is actually a very good
thing, since Mom was dumb enough to piss off a witch when she was preggers with
me and my brother, Dracula (yup, again with the humor), Drake for short. During
one of her many mood swings dear old Mom went completely off on an already pissed
off witch; something about the witch crossing in front of her, and Mom thinking
that would make us come out cross eyed (and you thought your mom was
superstitious, Ha!). Miss Witch decided to do her one better and really did
curse us both. I was granted with the gift of being the only vampire known of
with NO FANGS! Since Underlayes doesn't have hospitals bagged blood isn't
exactly just lying around. Why not just bite down extra hard you say? Probably
because that leaves a big chunk of meat in my mouth and vampires can't digest
meat; we have a strictly all liquid diet. Why not just slit someone's wrist and
pour it in a cup you ask? If you were on an all liquid diet, would one glass a
day keep your hunger pains at bay? NO! And draining someone completely dry
doesn't work either, unlike how they portray things in your human movies, blood
clots up pretty quickly when it hits air; unless pumped up with nasty
anti-coagulants which leave a horrible aftertaste and makes the blood nearly
impossible to digest. So the blood shortage on your neck of the veil? Feel free
to blame that on us, Mom and Dad had to feed us somehow during the experimental
processes of properly bagging and storing the blood the way humans do. But no
worries, they haven’t had to raid your neck of the realms in a long time now.
The alchemist’s studied the components your scientists used and now have it
down pact.
I'm not really sure if Drake's curse is worst or pretty much just
as bad. Him? He goes into a full-blown shock at the very sight of blood;
fainting spells, seizures, black outs, the works. Though lucky for him rarely
all of those at once. Lucky for Mom and Dad, he could still at least savor the
taste and smell of it. But talk about being seriously dependent upon someone
else, hard to nourish yourself when you can’t even look at your food. And as a
baby? You try putting a blindfold on an infant, especially one with fangs, and
let me know how well that works out for you. Ah, but it made for some
fangtastic pranks when I was thirteen, which also ended in a lot of
punishments. But they were so worth it!
So that’s us, Elvie and Drake, two of the only known vampires
forced to live on bagged blood. Though Drake may get lucky one day and be able
to savor a neck or two, as long as he keeps his eyes shut tight and doesn’t
dribble.
Can’t we just break the curse you ask? Ask Aunt Flo that one. Did
I fail to mention the witch in question was, and still is Mom’s best friend?
She’s also a witch with more power than she can handle who needs to watch what
she says at ALL times. The curse was supposedly never intentional and trying to
undo it has proven pretty much impossible.
Mom, Trinity Alkaev, is a beautiful creature with a body
neither skinny nor large, but what one describes as buxom perfection. Also, one
of the most patient females you will ever meet, and a truly ferocious beast,
fangs and all, when pissed. Dad, Borya Alkaev, is the strong not so silent
type, with a chiseled chin and sculpted cheekbones in which I heard would give
Michaelangelo a run for his money. Born after the creation of Underlayes, he’s
only two hundred years old, so I never understood how he ended up with such a
thick accent as if he just left the great Motherland of Russia. The exact
opposite of Mom when it comes to patience, but the best dad any set of
unorthodox twins could ask for. Neither of them were an only child, but both
are the youngest and only surviving children from both of their respective
lines. Many died before the dimension of Underlayes was made, some during the
move. And Aunt Flo, I’m not even getting into that one. And as far as looks go
Drake and I are a perfect combination of the two, with the exception of the
fact that I have no fangs.
THUD. CRASH. SCREAM.
What in Hel’s name was that?
“Elvira Esfir Alkaev!” Moms blood-curling screams vibrated through
the floorboards, “How many times do I need to tell you not to
leave your blood bags lying around? Get down here and help me clean up this
mess. And carry your brother to his room!”
Well there you have it, the usual beginning of a day in the house
of Alkaev.
“Now young lady!”
About the Author:
When
you become a Mom, you begin to put yourself last, and your combat boots begin
to collect dust. Going to your child's PTA meetings in full Gothic, especially
industrial, regalia is pretty much frowned upon. Especially by your own
children, and your teens would die of a heart attack. But, one should not have
to completely stop being themselves, uniqueness is greatness. So all of that
darkness is put into words in her books, and designs in her jewelry sold in her
Gothic Moms Dark Charms shop on Etsy and Rebels Market.
Single mother of five
beautiful children, but by far more than just that. T. A. Moorman is an artist,
a former violinist, a seamstress, a crafter, a writer, a blogger, a reviewer, a
dark confidant and a darkly dangerous, fiercely protective friend. She still
hopes to one day find her Dark Knight in shining armor, since Prince Charming
would never be able to handle her. And currently broke, so go buy something of
hers and tell everyone you know how much you love this book.
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