Hey everyone, Shane McAllister here. I do the 90s grunge/indie/alternative show at WVMP, the Lifeblood of Rock ‘n’ Roll, where every DJ is a vampire from their era of expertise (no really, we are, maybe). Our story is told in the WVMP RADIO series by Jeri Smith-Ready. It all started with WICKED GAME, and the fourth and final book, LUST FOR LIFE, just came out last week. (Coincidence? I think not.)
Thanks to Carmel for inviting me to take part in the Holiday Foreplay event. I couldn’t decide whether to give you a Christmas-flavored excerpt or discuss holiday music, so I picked both.
One of my favorite songs of the season is “Father Christmas” by The Kinks. It came out when I was a kid growing up in Youngstown, Ohio in the late seventies (technically I’m 44, though I look 27 because of the vampire thing). The steel plants had just closed, and my dad was laid off. So I could totally relate to a song about a gang of poor kids mugging Santa for grocery money.
It also has a nice driving beat and some excellent harmonies.
Have yourself a good time
But remember the kids who got nothin
While you’re drinkin down your wine
Father Christmas, give us some money
We got no time for your silly toys
Well beat you up if you don’t hand it over
We want your bread, so don’t make us annoyed
Give all the toys to the little rich boys
NOTE: I swear I never beat up Santa, or anyone else. Not for money, anyway. I mean, not to take their money.
Here’s a holiday excerpt from the second book in the WVMP Radio series, BAD TO THE BONE. It’s told from the point of view of my girlfriend, Ciara. She and I went back to Youngstown for Christmas Eve with my mom, my sister, Eileen, and my nephews, Jesse and Ryan.
None of them had a clue I was really a vampire. See, the Control (a paranormal paramilitary agency that monitors the undead) forbids vampires from having contact with their human families and friends. They worry our loved ones will get suspicious when we never age or eat or, you know, go outside during the day. So I was forced to abandon my family, which sucked. A lot.
But Ciara did a deal with the Control that convinced them to make an exception for me. Off we went.
Excerpt from Bad to the Bone (Book 2, WVMP RADIO series):
We go into his mom’s tiny house, into the front room, where snacks and cocoa are waiting for us next to a sparkling tree. It’s like a TV special: A Very Normal Christmas.
We set about opening gifts. Shane gives me a box set of CDs with every 5:54 a.m. song he’s ever played for me. Each disc has a cover with original artwork and a list of songs. The last disc is all him, playing acoustic. In a separate package is the best gift of all: a mix tape of music I’ve never heard, entitled, Not Fade Away.
I lean over to kiss him thanks. “It must have taken forever to put all this together.”
“Lotta time to kill while you were imprisoned,” he murmurs low enough for only me to hear.
Mrs. McAllister hands him a present and pats his cheek. “I can’t get over how young you look.”
He shrugs. “Must be all those blood transfusions.”
We gape at him. I’d kick his shin if I could reach.
Shane pops up his eyebrows. “You know, from Dick Clark.”
Even Eileen laughs a little. Then Ryan says quietly, “I don’t get it.”
(…some conversation deleted here for space…)
I reach into my pocket and pull out a slim package, wrapped in metallic red paper. “I just realized I tucked this into my purse.”
He takes it from me with a smile of relief and rips off the paper. “Oh. A new pick.” He turns it over. “It’s really nice.”
His mom lets out a giggle. Jesse bounces on the sofa cushion, more like a toddler than a teenager.
“What’s so funny?” Shane asks us.
“There’s another part to the gift.” I give his mom a hopeful glance. “Right?”
She jumps up from the sofa. “I thought you’d never get to it. Shane, it’s in the den.”
He looks at her, then at the pick, then at me. “You didn’t.”
He leaps up, forgetting to hide his supernatural speed. His mom sucks in an astonished gasp. We follow him to the door of the den, which he slides open.
“Oh my God.”
Shane moves zombie-slow toward the pure white electric guitar that waits for him in the center of the armchair.
He kneels before it and reaches out tentatively, as if it will burn him with its beauty. Before he touches it, he turns to me. “You did this?”
(…some more conversation deleted for space…)
Finally he plucks a few strings, then pauses. All at once he launches into the opening licks of Aerosmith’s “Walk This Way.” The notes stream flawlessly from the speaker. If Regina were here, she’d have her finger in her throat in a fake gag at the music choice. But to me it sounds like angels singing.
Jesse punches his fist into the air in a gesture that reminds me of Shane’s football victory gloats. When Shane stops, the boy goes, “That was awesome! Let me try.”
“Jesse, don’t be a hog,” Eileen says, though her face glows at the sight of her son and brother together.
Shane and Jesse take turns slobbering over the guitar for about an hour, while Ryan and I talk dogs. He wants to be a veterinarian. He shows me the picture of his own two mutts on Mrs. McAllister’s end table.
Eventually I find myself playing video games with the two boys. They kick my ass in a thousand ways, but it gives Shane some time alone with his mom and sister. The living room next door is quiet, with an occasional feminine sob, drowned out by the sound of my avatar getting his brains splattered.
It’s the noisiest Christmas ever. Also, the best.
Thanks again for having me, Carmel.
Award-winning author Jeri Smith-Ready lives in Maryland with her husband and two cats. Her plans to save the earth were ruined when she realized she was more of a “problem maker” than a problem solver. To stay out of trouble, she keeps her Drama Drive strictly fictional. Her friends and family appreciate that.
When not writing, Jeri she can usually be found—well, thinking about writing, or on Twitter. Like her characters, she loves music, movies, and staying up very, very late.
And hey, Jeri is giving away a signed, personalized copy of any book in the WVMP RADIO series, plus some signed swag to one randomly drawn commenter. All you have to do is tell us your favorite holiday song. Open to international entries.
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