Accident Among Vampires

Or what would Dracula Do?

Issaquah, Washington, USA


My name is Norma Mae Rollins. I’m fourteen and an illegal vampire. I miss my mom, but new ghoulish appetites force me to remain with my creator.


Bill didn’t mean to transform me. At least, that’s what he claims. His frightening temper, relentless lies, and morbid scientific experiments makes it hard to know what to believe. However, someone snitched about Bill’s experiments to a nearby coven. Now both of our corpses will burn.


Bill won’t run. He is curious what happens to a vampire after final death. I don’t want to die again. It hurt so much the first time. Bill thinks his vampire boyfriend might shelter me. I must brave an eternal existence with elder vampires and other monsters who don’t think I ought to exist. Oh and figure out who I am allowed to eat.  


A vampire’s reality is nothing like the movies.


November 17, 1951

Dear Diary,

   My name is Norma Mae Rollins. I found you in my new desk in my new home. Wait. Perhaps, I shouldn’t write it’s my home. It’s Derrik’s home. He might not like it if I claim it. I have to be careful until I figure what sets him off. I keep scrolling through films I’ve seen with vampires and rich, fancy people, but none of it fits. I don’t know who I’m supposed to be in the Paper Flower Consortium, but I never want to be beaten or burnt again.

I was born at home on February 8, 1938, the daughter of Margret Anne Rollins and her deceased husband, Robert. That was my home. I wish I was there now. 

   I must exist with Derrik Miller, my “bloodline progenitor,” for now. My vampire dad, Bill, stole me from my mom and friends. The coven took me from Bill. I don’t have a choice. Well, I could choose to die again, but it hurt enough the first time. I died at fourteen and the coven doesn’t trust me enough to allow me to exist alone. They think I’ll break a pipe or something. 


   According to Bill, I was dead for five minutes, then I was reborn—an accidental vampire. 

    It’s strange to think Bill is fully-dead. I don’t know the right words, but he was intense. It’s hard to imagine a world with him not in it. I don’t feel like he’s gone. I thought I would, but he is still here, just behind my thoughts. 

   I wish Bill had told me more about the coven vampires. Before he faced execution, he said I needed to be strong and no matter what, I must stay with Derrik, because he will protect me from other vampires. 

    I admit Derrik’s been pretty nice since we met tonight, but his bloody tears are chilling. His sorrow washes over me and I want to weep too. He loved Bill. Now he’s stuck with me. And I want to go home to my mom. 

    Vampires love to document everything. Their library holds many diaries—even Bill’s manic ramblings. So, Diary, I am pretty sure they will keep you if I fill you out. Even if they destroy me, I won’t be forgotten.

    I suppose I ought to start with the night I became a vampire.