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Bitten by Two Vampires
     
     
     
    Menage Vampire Romance
     
     
     
     

“Ah, now I understand,” said Jenny. “Gosh, how was I so stupid not to get that?”
    She checked in the mirror at the line of cars behind her all heading to the coast. From her peripheral vision, she caught a glimpse of the dark brown hair of the person beside her.
    “I thought it was strange,” she continued. “I couldn't quite work out why you wanted to go to a traditional seaside resort. Seemed like the most boring place in the world. I mean, I couldn't imagine you'd be wanting to sit in a deck chair all day looking at the sea. You don't even like fish and chips.”
    Jenny paused as they came to a roundabout and like all the other traffic, they took the road leading to the coast.
    “Do you know,” Jenny asked her companion, “I even thought you might have picked Whitby because of me. Because I was talking about the holidays at the seaside when I was a child. I almost invited your grandparents.”
    Jenny unwrapped a hard candy and popped it in her mouth.
    “So it’s right then, is it? That's the reason you wanted to have a holiday here, is it? Bloody Dracula.”
    There was no answer and Jenny turned to look at daughter. But Ana had her earbuds in and was absorbed in her phone.
    Jenny tapped her knee. “Ana,” she said, “I'm talking to you.”
    Ana looked up and scowled. She took her earbuds out.
    “What do you want?”
    “Dracula,” said Jenny. “That's why you wanted to come to Whitby, isn't it? All those Dracula wannabes?”
    Ana looked at the line of traffic ahead. “Maybe,” she said.
    Jenny laughed. “I knew it. I can't believe we’re having a goth holiday.”
    “It's not goth,” said Ana.
    “Well, emo, or whatever. It looks goth to me.”
    “Mum,” said Ana, the frustration rising in her voice, “I've told you, its steampunk.”
    “Steampunk,” said Jenny. “What on Earth is that?”
    But Ana was no longer listening.
    *
    Ana went back to her earbuds and Jenny turned up the radio. The local station was playing a 90s hour and she sang along as the wound their way closer to the coast. At one point they played The Cure and she thought about mentioning it to Ana but changed her mind. Maybe The Cure wasn’t steampunk, but it was definitely dark and dramatic—two things that Ana seemed very interested in.
    Dracula, Jenny thought. It figured.
    The traffic thinned and they began to make good time. They sped over the moors, purple in the August sunlight. Sheep roamed in fluffy flocks and Jenny realized she felt happy with the window open and the music playing. It was an unusual sensation and it almost made her nostalgic for a time when happiness came easily. Perhaps the holiday wouldn't be all that bad.
    No, she thought, it was no good getting sentimental or getting her hopes up. She had learned that well enough.
    Still, when they crested the brow of the hill and the sea came into view, a gray-blue line against the sky, Jenny couldn't help but smile.
    “Hurray,” she said, “the sea ! Ana, look.”
    But Ana ignored her and continued jabbing out a message to someone else in another place entirely.
    As they came into the town, Jenny pulled over and said, “Okay sweetheart, can you give me the map of the bed and breakfast?”
    “It's on my phone,” said Ana.
    Jenny held out her hand, but Ana kept the phone.
    “I'll direct you,” said Ana.
    “It would be easier if I have a look. It's not easy to drive around here. The streets are really narrow.”
    “If you just drive, I'll tell you which way to go.”
    Jenny sighed. “All right, have it your way.”
    She drove on through the narrow winding streets of the town. The houses were all painted white and seagulls stationed themselves on chimney tops. Jenny had forgotten how pretty it was.
    “You need to be over there,” said Ana, pointing across her to the right.
    “That's not really possible, honey,” said Jenny.
    “You need