Write About the Night Wind

The night wind swirled about her dress and tickled up her legs.  She grabbed the front of her jacket and wrapped it tightly about her.  JarDar had said to meet at midnight.  Her watch said it was 12 exactly and she glanced about nervously at the shadows about her.  Stamping her feet, she heard the sound of someone approaching and peered behind her.

"JarDar?  Is that you?" she asked, turning about to face the form that was slowly taking shape before her.  He was tall, at least six foot, but skinny.  The wind whipped her hair about her face and she clawed at it angrily.

"JarDar?" she asked again.

The man stepped out of the shadows and lered at her.  Then froze.

"Carissa?" he stammered.

"Stevie?" Carrissa countered, confused.  "What are you doing here?  Wait," she held up her hand and shook her head, "do not tell me you are JarDar."

The man before her shuffled his feet nervously.  His prominent Adam's apple bobbed along his long throat and he pushed his glasses back up his nose.

"Um, yeah, it's JarDar now.  You know, ever since I turned," he smiled at her weakly and scratched the stubble that grew in patches on his chin.

Carissa fell back a few steps, stunned.  The wind died down but the rush of cars produced a few fumes that tried their best to imitate that dramatic night wind but failed.  Miserably.

"Stevie, I'm stunned.  I mean, actually stunned.  You said on-line that you were this major mover in the Vamp world but, man, you're like, 24", Carrissa sighed.  "I thought you'd be at least 100 years older than me and head of a nest or something.  Not just," she gestured up and down at the kid before her, "Stevie."

"OK, listen.  It's JarDar.  Not Stevie.  And maybe I'm not, like, ancient or anything, but I don't need this disrespect.  I'm a Vamp.  That part is totally true.  How was I suppose to know that CarSS88 was the on-line name for my older sister's best friend.  You came looking for a Vamp, right?.  Well, you found one."  JarDar pulled himself to his full emaciated height and began wiggling his eyebrows strangely.

"Jesus Stev, er, JarDar.  Quit it.  I remember you running around in Spider Man UnderRoos in third grade."  She sighed and pulled out her notebook resigned to make the most from this lemon before her.  "Let's just get this over with, ok?  I have some serious questions and I need answers.  No jerking around, right?"

JarDar ceased with the eyebrows and shoved his glasses back up in place, nodding.

Carissa licked her pencil and began.

"First, how were you turned," she asked him.

JarDar scratched another patch of chin hair.

"Well, I answered this online ad," JarDar began eagerly.  "After I set up the auto-withdrawals from my PayPal account, I got a vile of vamp blood and directions on how to proceed.  First, I..."

Carissa looked up and waved her pencil in his face, stopping him in mid-thought.

"Auto-withdrawl?  What are you talking about Stevie?" she asked him.

"Vamp blood isn't cheap," JarDar began earnestly.  "But DarkLord, my maker, was willing to mentor me and give me his precious life blood for twenty four easy payments of 69.99.  That included a DVD and dietary supplement for free.  He's totally cool that way.  Normally the supplements alone would run..."

Carissa stopped writing and slumped against the lamp post next to her.  The wind picked up again, blowing her hair and dress but she hardly noticed.  Her major expose on the hidden Vampire world was crumbling before her eyes.  As Stevie rambled on about needing SPF 45 to go out in the daylight, Carissa glanced about the street around her.  A neon sign caught her eye.  Devil's Den.  Perfect.  She turned on her heel and darted across the street heading for a stiff drink.  She didn't notice Stevie follow or that the wind had turned vicious, almost pushing her across the street.  The door flew open in her hand and she stumbled into the darkness before her.