Fangless

By Darling Woods

Sunny is a fifteen year old girl with all the quirks that go with that age. She's trying to find her place in the world, in her new school, navigating the social scene, and trying to figure out what it means to fit in. While doing all this she has to keep most of her family away and in the safety of their home, an old asylum. It's not that she doesn't love them, quite the contrary, it's just Mum, Dad, and Older Brother are Creatures of the night, her Uncle is a werewolf and the house servant is a Gypsy Castor. While she's navigating high school they are trying to find a cure for her humanness! How could a normal girl be born in a family like that? it's just Sunny's not sure if she wants to be cured.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Darling Woods
• Release date: Mar 23, 2016
• ISBN: 9781311593443

Darling Woods

Born and raised in border line state that couldn't make up it's mind whether it was the North or South. Now living in a small town in sunny Florida with my fur babies and the human shorty. Working as a part time nurse and a full time writer when ever I get the chance, and just dealing with life. Check out my website www.darlingwoods.comYou can purchase my books from Amazon, Smashwords, and Nook

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FANGLESS

DARLING WOODS

Copyright © 2016 darlingwoods.com

All rights reserved.

For myself

1

I sat in the front seat of the car, watching the sky change from light to dark as ominous clouds of gray swirled in the sky. It wasn't much of a surprise, the clouds typically followed us where ever we went. It was my family's version of SPF 100. I cast a quick glance in the rear view mirror looking at my mother and father. All I could see was dark hooded capes huddled together since neither cast a reflection.

A used car lot heralded all new comers to their arrival in Elmira. A small American town that seemed content to remain trapped in the 1950's. Bram, my father seemed to think a move was a good idea. Especially, when the village neighbors had started getting irate at the number of sheep missing! A group of them had showed up on our doorsteps, pitch forks in hand, glaring as they blamed our family! All eyes had turned to Vin, my older brother, a bit of white fluff had still been on his chin as he opened his full lips to deny it. That was how we found ourselves crossing the red covered bridge into town. A promise of a new life!

Renfield, our trusted servant, drove us in a station wagon with deeply tinted windows. Her coppery skin sparkled in the light of day, her dark hair wove into an intricate braid on top of her crown, two large gold hoop ear rings dangled to her shoulders. While dozens of bangle bracelets jingled on her wrists, she had been in our family for ages..Literally! Uncle Jay, who didn't have the same Allergy to the sun, drove the car behind us. Vin was locked in his coffin for the time being; having been a rebellious, naughty boy in England. We had been trying to keep a low profile but Vin got a wee bit peckish, and well he might have nibbled on the necks of a few bystanders. Thankfully, no one was more than a pint short.

I pressed my nose as hard as I could feeling the cool glass of the window, seeing the brick and glass shop fronts as we passed by them. We passed a coffee shop that looked a little hipster. Young men dressed in skinny jeans, with flannel shirts, their noses stuck behind well worn books rather than the more favorable electronic device. A woman dressed in jeans, a tank top, with a black apron tied around her narrow waist, took orders as she zoomed around, a harried expression on her face.

Yuck! My mother spat, making a disgusting noise in the back of her throat, Peasants look at all those peasants! She waggled one deathly pale finger in my direction.

Mom! I whined loudly, They aren't peasants..Just people..This is America!The land of the free home of the strange, not that I had room to talk.

Claudette, we are aristocrats! She hissed, clearly stuck in the past. My father put a gentle hand on her wrist, reigning her in. I flinched hating being called Claudette most of the time they just called me Sunny. The nickname came from my surprising ability to be in the sun with out burning or Scorching like the rest of the family..With the exception of Jay.

We aren't in the old country anymore, my darling! We must get accustomed to the new ways of the world. Dad leaned over whispering in mom's ears, in a deep baritone voice. He sounded like an evil character in a bad movie, I suppose we all did. He tried his best to placate and smooth her ruffled feathers. She hadn't wanted to move! No sir..She was happy living in the large, dank, drafty castle we called home. Even the angry group of farmers brandishing pitchforks and torches hadn't made her lift a finger to move. Her answer was just to do away with those beneath her, kill them! We'll feast on their entrails! Finally my father, not wanting to see an entire town slain, convinced her to move. For the good of the children! He got her cold dead heart right in it's soft side, I thought with a rueful smile.

Here we are. Ren said warmly, her voice husky as she pulled into the drive, wrought iron gates with brown withered vines wove through the black steel bars.

I scooted forward on my seat eager to see, as dad motioned with his hands, the gates slowly crept open magically. Ren maneuvered the car in, What is this place? I asked in awe, as we drove through the gates, up the circular drive. A broken fountain with stagnate water was in the middle of the drive. She stopped in front of a wide expanse of steps that crested up to the wood and steel doors. I hurriedly, threw the car door open climbing out.

Sunny..Mum called in her worried silken voice, Do be careful!

Sure thing. I nodded my head, leaning back as I looked at the three stories of aged, broken, brick. A large dormer window was centered, over looking the drive. One Hell of a view if you ask me, I sarcastically thought, smelling the putrid water coming from the fountain. Most of the windows were boarded and broken. I grinned at Ren loving the place immediately..It wasn't a castle, but it definitely wasn't the suburbs either. For the life of me I hadn't been able to picture my family in the burbs with identical lawns matching the neighbors. The first time my dad got caught out in the sun and started smoking the jig would be up!

I knew you'd like it! Ren clapped her hands together from behind me. I turned at the noise seeing her long dress made of colored silk scarves move in a wave of fluidity as she walked, It was an asylum in the fifties!

Sounds perfect!I replied, with a happy grin on my face. Normal was over rated!

Yes, it's been on the market for years..Rumored to be haunted! She winked at me as I heard the faint giggle of a child in the background. The locals thought I was nuts. I nodded my head in understanding. If the locals only knew that Count Dracula had just moved in to town, with his bloodsucking family!

Ren! Mom called from the car, her patience worn for the day! She and Dad hated being up in the waking hours. The sky over us was fastly growing dark as the clouds moved overhead. Ren was busy opening the black umbrella's to shield my parents as they walked.