Eloise the Vampire Lover

By Gordon D. Jensen

Gordon Jensen was born in Seattle, WA, and obtained M. D. degree from Yale University School of Medicine. Internship and residency training in pediatrics was at the Yale-New Haven Hospital. He was fellow at the prestigious Yale Child Study Center. Psychiatric residency was at University Hospital, Seattle. He is board certified in pediatrics, psychiatry, and sexology. He is Professor Emeritus of Psychiatry, School of Medicine at University of California, Davis, and is active in clinical practice. He is father of four children, and lives in Hawaii.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Sep 30, 2014
• ISBN: 9781499018936

Gordon D. Jensen

Gordon D. Jensen is a qualified psychiatrist, pediatrician and sexologist, and holds professorship at a prestigious university in California. He is in clinical practice and does research. He is father of four children.

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ELOISE THE VAMPIRE LOVER

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GORDON D. JENSEN

Copyright © 2014 by Gordon D. Jensen.

ISBN:      Softcover         978-1-4990-1894-3

                 eBook              978-1-4990-1893-6

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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Anne Rice, Novelist, The Vampire Lestat

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A wake at six A.M., Jason looked at Eloise, and saw two red marks on her neck. He panicked, shook her, and said, Did I kiss you on the neck last night?

No, Babe, you held me.

Okay, look in the mirror.

Why, Sweetie?

Just look!

Bleary eyed, she got up, went to the mirror, peered in, saw the two red spots two inches apart, and promptly fainted. Unlike her!

He picked her up, and laid her on the bed, and said, "Do you think… ?

I think I’m okay.

Okay, I don’t want you… undead or anything.

He looked at her closely again. The teeth were the same—orthodontic braces and no sharp canines.

You don’t believe in vampires, do you? He asked.

Well, yes, I do. If I was bitten and turned, I’d be honored to have it done by the greatest of them all, Dracula. He is everywhere. You know a vampire’s looks stays youthful—never age. There are no fat vampires. Movements are elegant and smooth. I’d actually like that. I promise, if I’m a vampire, I won’t bite you, pretty babe.

But, I don’ like those marks on your neck…

She smiled, and gave him a kiss on the lips.

Fast friends, housemates, and lovers, Eloise and Jason were readying to explore Europe just after summer break from UCLA. They checked all prices for airline and land travel to find it would be cheaper at the beginning of fall.

Eloise, five foot seven, and Jason, six foot tall were in dynamite physical shape. Both were 18. She was a champion surfer, and he was the same on the web. Proudly, each paid own ways for the trip with money saved from working. Eloise’s skill on surfboard with big comers built confidence to tackle the biggest challenge. They felt cocky, but had no clue to how naive they were.

Diane, a visiting student from Romania had roomed with them in summer session at UCLA. She inspired them learn first hand about the history of mysterious and romantic Romania. She would be their trusty guide in Romania. It promised to be more than a Transylvanian folk dance they had learned at the campus dance class—much more. Transformational would be a good word.

They choose UAL, economy class of course. Eloise took note of fellow passengers. One man seated two rows behind them looked unusual. He had a heavy black mustache, and a ghoulish face not more describable. She dismissed it as European. Half way through the flight in the dark of night, she and Jason dosed off. She felt a head nuzzle her neck, and thought it Jason. In twilight sleep, she wondered if she were dreaming. The closeness of neck was pleasant, even exciting. In untold minutes, something happen she had never before experience in sleep: an orgasm rather silently. It felt so good, she wished it would last. Jason saw the smile on her face, and nudged her. She awoke with a start. He saw two red spots on her neck like the ones she had before. He said, What the hell happened to you? She whispered, I had a wonderful nap. Take out your pocket mirror, and look at your neck. She did, and saw the red spots. Puzzled, she said, I don’t care what they are. All I know is I feel revived." He let it go at that, and went back to his nap. She chalked it up to an unexpected pleasant revelation, hoping the vampire would return on the flight.

The plane set down in uninspiring Bucharest. Diane was waiting—a welcome sight. Jason always liked her looks; Eloise liked her charm. In the two-door, blue Dacia, she threaded her way out of the congested city, and onto a hiway heading North toward Sibiu. A four hour drive was ahead. Oh well, thought Jason, we’re in good hands. His jet lagged brain time was late at night. He dozed off, but Eloise in the front seat could carry on a conversation with Diane. It was mostly about the countryside scenery, and their days together at UCLA.

The sights were blah, but Diane encouraged them that the scenery gets better in the mountains of Transylvania. She added, On the way to my house, we can stop off at Bran Castle.

Oh, and what’s it like, asked Jason, perking up.

It’s not all that great as far as castles go, but has the intrigue of being a place where Dracula once lived for a short period of time.

You mean Dracula, the vampire and all?

The very same guy—if you’re unlucky, you’ll meet him.

Cut it out!

No, you see, vampires never die. Dracula has been dead for about 500 years, but, as a vampire, he lives on undead.

That sucks, but I’ll take a chance. He swallowed hard.

For some minutes, they were quiet. He focused on the scenery. In some grass fields were herds of sheep. Forty or fifty in a crowded bunch also walked along and across the roads. Cars and trucks waited for all of them to saunter on. One shepherd tried to hurry the bleating animals along. It struck him as if centuries-old artist’s paintings had come-alive.

As he watched the shepherds standing in the fields with their herds, he wondered. What in the world are those shepherds thinking all day long? He recalled reading in the novel, The Alchemist, that the young, Spanish shepherd was strongly attached to his flock in a very personal way. He wondered, are the stories about them having sex with their sheep really true? Like the joke: Why did the shepherd go off the cliff? Because he couldn’t make the ewe turn. He didn’t comment.

After two hours of Diane’s skillful driving, and a pit stop for gas and coffee, she said, Soon we will be coming to the alternate route that goes to Bran Castle—not far out of our way. We can still get to Sibiu in time, barring any hold ups. By hold ups, I trust she means road, not bandits, he thought. He was reminded of the banditos in Mexico he hears about in the news.

This castle was the home of… she paused as if distressed,  . . . Vlad Tepes. He was known as Vlad the Impaler. That means Son of the Devil. He was the son of Prince Vlad Dracul, which means Vlad the Devil. Her face registered anguish. She continued upbeat, "Do