No Use Crying Over Spilt Blood

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Portal Keepers Book 2 (The sequel to 'Would You Like Brains With That?').
Danira travels back to the Realm of the Undead to stop humans being used as blood-slaves.

Cover by Zillah Designs.


7. A Crying Vampire, Blasting Zombies and a Leafy Encounter


      Ridge woke me in the morning before he left like I’d asked him to. “Danira, I’m going now.”

      “No,” I whispered pulling him closer, still half asleep. “Don’t go.”

      Ridge chuckled and tried to prise me off him. “I won’t be gone long. My life is here with you now. Why would I want to be gone any longer than necessary?” he kissed me deeply, making my heart skip a beat.

      “Ok,” I said releasing him. “Promise to come back soon.”

      “I will.” Ridge kissed me on the forehead before jumping out of my window.

      Staring after him I sighed before crawling under my duvet and falling back asleep.


      Four days past and Ridge didn’t return. Strangely neither had Scott Bates. Maybe he really was tied up in Gina’s basement? Speaking of Gina, she was her usual cheerful self.

      “What is that?” she demanded.

      I examined my doodle. We were in English and I was so bored that I had started drawing. The doodle that Gina was pointing at was of Rex.

      “That’s my old dog.” I said sadly.

      Still unable to believe that Rex was gone I silently cursed Cameron, one of the ex-Vampire Lords who had ordered Rex’s death.

      Gina grabbed my book and peered at it. “Eww he’s monstrous.” she cackled.

      Gritting my teeth I yanked the book away with a strength that jarred Gina’s hand. She glared at me as she flexed her fingers.


      Two weeks since Ridge had left and he still hadn’t come back. I was becoming agitated and constantly wondered when he would return.

      Tapping my pen against my notebook I waited for a new customer to arrive in the café. Strangely it was a vampire that entered the café next. Not many had come to the café since the Infinity Blade incident. Even stranger though, this vampire was a female. I didn’t know why but usually it was male vampires that came to the café.

      “Good evening.” I greeted as I approached her.

      She lifted her head up and I was instantly stunned by her beauty. She had platinum blonde hair, bright red lips and nails and was wearing an old fashioned black dress.

      “Hello,” she smiled revealing pearly white teeth. “I am Aurelia.” she spoke in a slight accent, and her brown eyes were bright as she regarded me.

      “I’m Danira, what can I get you?”

      I felt like an amoeba compared to Aurelia. I mean all vampires were like gods and goddesses, but she was something else.

      “A glass of blood please, Danira.”

      I rushed off to the kitchen and returned quickly with Aurelia’s order to find her dabbing her eyes. “What’s wrong?” I asked, putting the glass down in front of her. Normally I wouldn't have wanted to get involved in a vampire's business, but she seemed so sad.

      Aurelia sniffed and I slipped into the chair opposite her, concerned.

      “I... I’m just being silly. Please, pay me no attention.”

      “You can tell me if you want.”

      She looked at me, her eyes shining with emotion. “I’m upset because my fiancé has left me.”

      I only just stopped myself from reaching out and squeezing her hand. “I’m so sorry. I’m sure that you will find someone else.” I said soothingly.

      Aurelia nodded and wiped her eyes. “What makes it worse is that he was lying to me; He...he was using different identities and seeing other women.”

      I raised an eyebrow finding this hard to believe. Why would someone cheat on Aurelia? “I’m sorry,”

      “He used so many names...Marcel, Kieran, Ridge...”

      My blood ran cold and I bolted out of the room.


      The zombie’s head snapped to the side when the cauliflower smashed into it.

      “Wow, your aim has improved as well.” Bertie commented, before throwing his own cauliflower at a zombie.

      I grabbed another cauliflower and this one was hurled straight through a zombie’s chest. “Oops.”

      “Are you upset about something?” Bertie asked, juggling three cauliflowers.

      I clenched my hands into fists. “Yes I’m upset.” I told him about Aurelia.

      Frowning, Bertie shook his head. “No. There is no way that Ridge would do that to you. I’ve seen the way he looks at you, Danira. He worships the ground you walk on.”

      I ground my teeth. “I know but it’s too much of a coincidence to be anyone else.”

      Bertie threw a cauliflower out the window and the zombies’ moans increased as they devoured what they believed to be brains. “It’s got to be someone trying to mess with you.” he decided.

      “Yeah, but who ‘cos it’s not going to be the ex-Vampire Lords seeing as three of them are dead and Lincoln’s disappeared.”

      “Maybe it’s the new Vampire Lords?” Bertie suggested.

      My next cauliflower landed with a squelch straight onto a zombie’s face, pulverising both the cauliflower and what had remained of the zombie's features. “How would they know about me and Ridge? Anyway Ridge has been gone for a while now.” I said my heart in my stomach.

      Bertie hovered directly in front of me looking angry. The photos on the walls actually started shaking. “I thought we agreed that Ridge would never do that to you. You know that Danira.”

      “Ok, so it’s definitely someone trying to mess with me?” I asked gazing out the window.

      “Or maybe there is someone else called Ridge?” seeing my expression he added. “Yeah you’re right. It is a bit of an uncommon name.”

      When we had run out of cauliflowers and the zombies had practically been blasted into pieces around the garden, Bertie sighed. “I suppose that I had better go and do some investigating then.”

      I chewed a fingernail absently. “I thought that was what you went to do before?”

      He nodded his ghostly head. “Yeah I did. That thing they were building, turns out it’s a stage. Maybe they want to start performing plays?”

      “Yeah and one day I’ll be Prime Minister.”

      Bertie was impressed. “I didn’t know that you had political ambitions.”

      “I don’t.”


      I had taken to going running in the evenings to get rid of my pent up anxiety. That night I went to the public gardens that Ridge had taken me to. Sweat ran down my neck and I pushed myself harder.

      Ridge was all I could think about. I had decided that Bertie was right. Ridge would never cheat on me. So I had come up with a valid reason why Ridge hadn’t come back yet, which was that due to the portal playing up, the time difference between the Realms was something stupid, so Ridge’s return journey was just being delayed.

      I was so wrapped in my thoughts that it took me a while to notice that I was being followed. Pretending that I hadn’t noticed I continued jogging. Whoever it was that was following me was good; silent, stealthy and most likely a deadly blood-sucking vampire. Maybe they wanted to kidnap me? I mused. That was if the Vampire Lords were behind the disappearances that were happening, which was the most likely solution. The only reason I had noticed I was being followed was the blur of movement that I had seen out of the corner of my eye. Smirking I thought of the stake that was hidden in the sleeve of my hoodie.

      Bring it on.

      Rounding a corner I leapt up into the branches of an old oak tree, the leaves concealing me from view. I crouched on a branch, grabbing my stake from my sleeve and calming my pulse, keeping my ears trained for the sound of movement. This had to be the only time that I was glad to have improved strength, agility and reaction times, yeah it turned out that I had those as well.

      The vampire suddenly appeared on a branch just out of reach. He tilted his head, his bright green eyes curious. There was silence as we regarded each other. I kept myself coiled like a spring in preparation to jump at him if he showed any sign at all that he was going to attack me. Strangely he smiled revealing gleaming fangs, and sat on the branch cross-legged.

      “You’re not a vampire.” his tone was friendly.

      I narrowed my eyes at him, taking in his long, brown dreadlocked hair which was pulled back in a ponytail, and the knee length shorts he wore with a band t-shirt. His feet were bare and he didn’t have a cape. He was unlike any vampires I had ever seen before. If it wasn’t for his fangs and agility I could have mistaken him for a normal, good looking guy in his early twenties.

      “But you act like one.”

      I scowled at that. “I do not.”

      The vampire grinned, his fangs still elongated. “A normal human wouldn’t have been able to jump seven foot in the air like you just did.”

      Gripping my stake tighter I demanded. “What do you want? Just attack me already if that’s what you’re going to do.”

      “I’m not going to attack you. Why would I want to?”

      “That’s what your kind normally does.” I muttered.

      The vampire raised an eyebrow but said nothing. I sighed and dropped down to the ground, my eyes not leaving his. Then I sprinted away, going so fast that I blurred around the edges.

      “I’m Jayden by the way!” the vampire called after me. 

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