Vampires in Vegas(3)

By: Samantha Snow

“Jen, I don’t think anyone needs Vegas in their life. I don’t get why you want to go there. Don’t you think that place seems...well, don’t you think it seems kind of scary?”

“Scary?! Um, not even a little bit. I think it seems exciting! There’s everything to do there, El, and the city literally NEVER goes to sleep. We’re going to have so much flipping fun! And what better time than right before a girl gets married to have an amazing, wild time?”

Jen was practically bouncing on the couch now, coming dangerously close to sloshing her wine over the edge of the glass and onto the meticulously kept fabric of the furniture. It wouldn’t be the first time Jen had done something like that and Ella had gotten pretty amazing at getting out stains, but it wasn’t like it was her favorite thing to do or anything like that.

Ella thought about telling Jen that a city couldn’t literally either sleep or never sleep, seeing as it was not a living thing, but decided against it. Jen hated it when she did stuff like that, and Ella supposed it could get pretty annoying if you were on the receiving end of it. Instead, she opted for something else, something she knew Jen wouldn’t care for either.

“Are you sure?”

“Am I sure of what, Vegas?”

“No,” Ella said quietly, already wishing she hadn’t said anything at all, “are you sure about him? Are you sure this is what you want to do?”


The word was delivered in a flat, toneless voice that told Ella just how unhappy she was with what she had just heard. Ella had known that was what would happen. Dax had been a point of contention between the two of them in the past, as well. What kind of name was that, anyway; Dax? It didn’t even sound like a real name! He was fine, she supposed, but not the kind of guy you got serious about.

He was a musician/waiter/bartender, and the two of them had only been together for six months before they got engaged. He hadn’t given her a ring, either. Just tied a piece of string around her finger as a kind of an IOU for when he could afford to get her something more substantial. It wasn’t really that, though, not completely, that made Ella think the marriage idea was a bad one.

There was just something about him. A sleazy kind of a look, like he was always up to no good. He struck her as a guy that was always hiding something, and that could only be a bad sign when it came to getting married to someone. She had already said all of this to Jen and been shot down decisively, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t worth trying one more time. If Jen disagreed with her this time, she would never bring it up again. But she had to try. She loved Jen enough to give it just one more try. She just had to hope that it didn’t make Jen mad enough to uninvite her from everything, to uninvite her from her life. From the look on her face, she was pretty far from thrilled.

“Christ, Ella, again? Are you for real with this?”

“I don’t know. I guess so.”

“How many times?! How many times are we going to go through this?! Me and Dax, we’re going to get married, OK? This wedding is happening. And you know what? I don’t need you acting like my mother! I already have a mother, and she makes sure to remind me every chance she gets that men are shit and that all I need to do is look at my father to be sure of that. What I need from you is to be my friend, but if that’s too much to ask, let me know now. It’s not like you’re my only friend, Ella. If you don’t want to be part of this I can find someone else to be the maid of honor.”

Jen was up on her feet and pacing back and forth, swinging the glass of wine around haphazardly and increasing the odds of her spilling on the carpet. If she did that, spilled red wine on the carpet, Ella would never be able to get her deposit back. She could just forget it. Not that it mattered.

The deposit was not the priority here. Jen was the priority. Jen, whose face was flushed beneath her perpetually perfect tan and whose normally perfect blonde hair was a mess from her tugging at it. She was upset enough to where she really might just walk out of Ella’s life completely. It was an atrocious thought, something Ella wouldn’t be able to stand.

“No! No, please, I’m sorry. I just wanted to make sure. You see those stories, you know? You see those stories where someone says they knew from the start that a potential mate was no good but they didn’t say anything. Next thing you know, someone winds up in a ditch without a head.”