Blue Parrot Blues – 5

*Part 5*

I sat at the bar sipping coffee. The Blue Parrot wasn’t open yet but they let me in since Miranda, the bartender, is a friend. “Morning, Jess,” Tall Dude, or George, the club’s human bouncer, said. “How’s the coffee?” I winced. “Tastes like mud,” I said, then smiled at him. He was a big guy but gentle, except when it came to unruly patrons. “Where’s Miranda,” I asked. “She went to the wine cellar. How you feeling today, kiddo? You had a rough time last night.” I looked up at him. “I’ve had a rough couple of months, George.” I didn’t use his nickname. Just then Miranda appeared and smiled when she saw me. “Hey, Jess, you’re here early.” Miranda had that concerned look again. Okay, I guess she had reason. I’d been pretty much a mess the past months and Miranda was a good friend. She was actually my only real vamp friend, though I generally got along well with vamps. Heck, my gynecologist was a vamp. “I had a weird dream,” I said, then smiled to ease her concern. “That witch-singer from last night,” I continued, “was sitting in my kitchen helping herself to ham and eggs, which I’d thought I’d run out of, by the way. Anyway, she was singing in a low sultry voice until I walked in and she stopped singing. Oddly, she was grinning at me and telling me I was deluding myself thinking the demon was dead.” I looked at Miranda and knew she could sense my consternation. “It was a dream, Jess. Don’t worry about it.” I nodded my head but couldn’t shake the feeling that I hadn’t seen the last of that demon. “So how are things going with you and my kid brother ,” Miranda said, changing the subject. “I don’t know,” I replied. “He’s a vamp, can’t be out in the sunlight. I’m a were. I spend my nights howling at the moon. Where’s a future in that?”
Miranda contemplated that a few moments, then said, “Well then, since we’re both single again, how ’bout a girls’ night out? I have tomorrow off.” The band that was to perform tonight rehearsed some cool bluesy jazz and the servers were getting busy setting up tables. Laurel, one of the servers, who was a member of my were-pack, walked by, touching my shoulder as she picked up a tray from the bar. “Heard what happened last night, hon,” Laurel said. “You okay?” Who hadn’t heard, I thought. All of Southampton seemed to know judging from the looks I’d got when I left my town house this morning. Pick up some eggs and a ham later, I made a mental note. Where the hell did that come from, I thought, then remembered my dream last night. Was the witch-singer right? She’d warned me the demon wouldn’t die. What if it came back? “Do we have a date, Jess?” Miranda had been waiting for an answer about a girls’ night out. “Sure. Why not?” I said. All this demon stuff was unnerving me, not to mention putting a serious crimp in my social life.


Miranda and I drove down Southampton’s main street in Miranda’s SUV, two of her vamp friends in the back seat. Wendy and Victoria were scouting out the cute guys … and girls. They never discriminate. Just then Miranda hit the brakes. A group of vamps was celebrating a little too exuberantly and crossed the street against the light. “Geez,” Miranda said. “You’d think it was freakin’ New Year’s Eve.” Wendy stuck her head out the window and called to one of the vamps, “Charlotte. Meet us at Tangerine!” referring to the newest hot Hamptons’ night spot where we were headed. Charlotte waved at us, and said, “Save me a dance, Wen.” The vamps seemed unfazed by rumors of a demon in the vicinity. No vamp had been victimized so far as anyone knew. Nobody had been able to figure out why only weres had been attacked. The police, who were mostly humans, insisted the killer was no demon but a rogue vamp with a taste for were blood. Miranda and I had been skeptical. Whatever it was that attacked my boyfriend, Matthew, was no vamp. I’d seen it twice. The first time when it attacked Matthew and then again last night when I and other weres, along with Miranda’s brother, found it in the woods. We’d thought we killed it, but today I’d been having an uneasy feeling that it wasn’t dead at all. If it was a demon, what did it want? Was there even a purpose or point to these attacks. I didn’t much care. I only wanted it gone. Strangely, my desire to kill it had waned. I’d been enraged when Matthew was attacked, and as I held his limp body in my arms that night I promised I’d find this thing and that I would kill it. Matthew recovered but left Southampton . Mac, our pack leader, explained that Matthew left because he feared that if the demon were to try again to kill him, I might also be killed. So he left to keep me safe and broke my heart. And I’d been so determined since to prove I could take care of myself, that I’d been reckless and stupid. I’d always been headstrong and independent. Mac was irritated with me. He’d been troubled about something. I didn’t know what but didn’t think it had to do with demons or with me. He didn’t need to be distracted from whatever concerned him, but I had my own demons to deal with, so to speak. “Jess?” Miranda said as she parked the SUV. “We’re supposed to be having fun tonight. You look like you just came from a funeral.” I looked at her and the other girls. “I don’t think I’ll be good company tonight. I’m just going to get a taxi and go home.” They all looked at me. “No way, sweetie,” Victoria said. “Not till you’ve danced with me. You look so hot.” I smiled at her. “Sorry, Vic,” I said. “I’m not into girls. Well, there was this one time, but that was college.” Miranda looked at me and shook her head, laughing. “Let’s go in, ladies. Tonight is for having fun.” And that’s what we did. Until about 3am when all hell broke loose. People were slowly exiting the club when green smoke filtered through the air. It can’t be, I thought. The demon vanished in a trail of green smoke last night. So it wasn’t dead?
I didn’t know much about demons but I had learned online that each one had its own distinctive signature. And this one’s appeared to be green smoke. Miranda pulled me toward the exit with everyone else. People were running now. Just then the witch singer from the Blue Parrot appeared from nowhere, grinning. Why was she always grinning at me? She uttered some Latin phrases and stretched out her arm in the direction of the green mist, which had begun to materialize. As she recited the incantation, the demon became mist once more and vanished. “I knew it would find you after you sought it out last night,” the witch said. “It will not leave its own realm now for a thousand years.” I stared at her. “Why do you care about me,” I asked. ” She just smiled. Finally, she took my hands in hers and said, “I know you’re soul is pure. That is all.” She started to go and I turned toward Miranda and the others. Miranda just shrugged. Wendy lit a cigarette. Victoria tucked away some girl’s phone number. When I turned back to the witch, she wasn’t there.


I sat at the Blue Parrot’s bar the next night waiting for the were-DJ to introduce the feature singer. A human. Not a witch or demon. I sighed in relief. I’d had enough adventure. I leaned one elbow on the bar and enjoyed the song.

***The End***

  1. Phil
    February 24, 2010 at 9:36 pm

    Thanks Alyssa! I’m glad you liked it. I enjoyed writing this story. Creating the right mood, Jess’s character, etc. It was actually your story that gave me the idea to write this. Conveying the right mood to fit the characters and the story is a challenge which you met very well. I hope I did half as well.
    Oh, lol. I’m 26, too. I don’t know if it’s a wretched age as you say, lol. Guess I’ll find out one way or the other. 😉

  2. February 23, 2010 at 1:42 am

    Dude, sorry for not commenting! I only got round to reading everybody’s most recent stuff. As always, great. lol. I really enjoyed this NaSty. What are we going to do afterwards?! I hope that you don’t stop writing!!

  3. Phil
    February 20, 2010 at 10:49 pm

    Kylie-chan, you should see my grin right now. I shall treasure the glomp 😀 . I am so glad you liked it!

  4. Kylie Ru
    February 20, 2010 at 1:31 am

    *glomp* I finally got to read it! Okay, okay, I loved it! Ummmmmm . . . . . . . . yeah.

  5. Phil
    February 19, 2010 at 10:26 pm

    Thanks, Tiffany! Injecting humor into a story that was primarily moody was really a case of letting the characters take me where they wanted to go, lol. I tried to balance the moods so the lighter moments wouldn’t compete with the darker or blues atmosphere.
    Your comments have me a huge lift. I’m thrilled you liked it!

  6. February 19, 2010 at 4:41 pm

    Some of my favorite bits:
    “Tall Dude, or George, the club’s human bouncer, said. “How’s the coffee?” I winced. “Tastes like mud,” “. Clever refrence to Mud and Tall Dude 😉

    Also, this was too funny: “I generally got along well with vamps. Heck, my gynecologist was a vamp.”

    But, for some reason, this moment stood out as particularly brilliant: When Jess has just been told by the witch that her soul is pure, she turns to her friends for a reaction only to see them casually shrugging, lighting a cigerette, and pocketing a phone number. Great stuff!

  7. Phil
    February 14, 2010 at 2:50 pm

    Oh, right! *looks at avatar*. I was on the mobile site yesterday. They don’t got no avatars. 😦

  8. February 14, 2010 at 9:40 am

    Hey! How did Antonio get my Avatar? Don’t you guys go thinking I’m the one making all those horny suggestions!You can take these characters into so many different directions (and stories for us?) I for one find the sexy witch singer very intriguing. Mud! You and the Tall Dude have been immortalized.

    • February 19, 2010 at 4:45 pm

      nastyromo :Hey! How did Antonio get my Avatar? Don’t you guys go thinking I’m the one making all those horny suggestions!

      LOL! I WAS thinking it was you at first. “Let’s knock some bodies together people!” I was like, wow that was funny and unexpected from Marsha! But then I got to the end and re-read it and figured it was Antonio. LMAO!

  9. Phil
    February 13, 2010 at 4:10 pm

    Yes, Jess deserves to have someone in her life. I agree, Antonio. This is from Antonio I’m guessing. Your comment just has the Nastyromo page at bottom. Lol.
    I wrote it this way to reflect the story’s atmosphere. Jess has the blues. But she’s spirited so I think she’ll be okay. So, yeah, kissing, or more, would have been nice.

  10. February 13, 2010 at 2:33 pm

    There are all these “beautiful” people…and nobody’s romancing anybody. 🙂 Let’s knock some bodies together people! (LOL) 😉 I thought this was some of your best writing, Phil, but maybe, holding back a little…? At least a kiss…

  11. Phil
    February 13, 2010 at 2:11 pm

    I have to agree, Mud. I would have loved to do more but was worried I wouldn’t get it done. I can see Matthew returning, too. It broke Jess’s heart when he left, so he’s got some mending to do. But I like that she can move on with her life now.
    I’m really thrilled you like the settings. Of course, mood was important to me in this story.

  12. mudepoz
    February 13, 2010 at 11:11 am

    “Morning, Jess,” Tall Dude, or George, the club’s human bouncer, said. “How’s the coffee?” I winced. “Tastes like mud,”

    That is too much info, lover:)

    This is wonderful. You really set scenes beautifully. The only thing I might change is to fill it out. Because you wrote it in shifts, and tried to kill it before it was ready, there are some continuity issues.

    It isn’t ready to die, either. I can hear Matthew wanting to tell his story, and there is a lot more back story.

    I say: Go for it!!!

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