Evil Red: Aurora Sky: Vampire Hunter, #2.6

By Nikki Jefford

L.A. is one tough city, especially when sharing a trailer with four thieving sisters.

 

Valerie's plans for a better life and Hollywood grandeur are interrupted after a fateful stabbing lands her in Anchorage, Alaska where government agents expect her to play the role of a vampire hunting La Femme Nikita.

 

The redheaded vixen is back in her own novelette. Updated April 2023.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Nikki Jefford
• Release date: Mar 2, 2014
• ISBN: 9781386113744

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or the author has used them fictitiously. Please do not copy, upload, or distribute in any fashion. 

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L.A. is one tough city, especially when sharing a trailer with four thieving sisters.

Valerie’s plans for a better life and Hollywood grandeur are interrupted after a fateful stabbing lands her in Anchorage, Alaska where government agents expect her to play the role of a vampire hunting La Femme Nikita.

This story prequels the Aurora Sky: Vampire Hunter series.

ACT I

The trouble with sharing a double-wide trailer with four sisters and a drunk mother was everyone always got into Valerie’s things.

Last weekend, she’d found a scuff mark on her black heels. Tonight, her favorite tube of red lipstick disappeared from her oversized makeup bag.

If those skanks wanted to wear nice stuff, they should steal their own shit.

Valerie decided to blame Laura even though her younger sister had never shown interest in boys, fashion, or makeup. Obviously, the girl had been switched at birth or her father was an even bigger loser than Valerie’s old man. Still, she’d seen Laura with red lips the shade of Catfight at the beginning of the week. At the time, Valerie assumed she’d finished sucking a lollypop.

Valerie set her makeup bag on top of the toilet and leaned into the mirror with her angry face. Damn, she looked fierce. She practiced a variety of expressions every day for when her time came to audition for the silver screen. First, she had to graduate from high school. Next stop, Hollywood.

Now to make better use of her death glare by directing it at Laura. Valerie took deliberate steps down the cramped hallway in her micro-mini skirt. If it had been any tighter, she would be hopping down the hall rather than walking.

She threw open the door of their shared bedroom. Laura gave a start from her corner, where she sat on top of her quilted bedspread with a magazine and pen. Probably taking a quiz.

Am I a loser? Most definitely yes.

Where is my lipstick? Valerie demanded.

Laura scowled. What lipstick?

Catfight from Urban Decay. I saw you wearing it earlier in the week.

No, I didn’t.

Their eyes locked.

Laura waved a hand in the air. Look, I don’t know where your stupid lipstick is. You have like a gazillion. Why don’t you wear something else?

Because I want Catfight, Valerie said, advancing on her sister with each word. She made it to the edge of Laura’s bed and snatched her sister’s magazine from her lap.

Hey! Laura cried, reaching for her latest issue of Seventeen.

Valerie held it up high. Even without heels, she was three inches taller than Laura. She took a step back and lowered the magazine to see what her sister had been reading. A quiz. How predictable.

Does your crush know you exist? Valerie read aloud. So that’s why you stole my lipstick.

I didn’t steal it, I borrowed it and put it right back. Ask Janice. She’s the one always getting into your things. How come you never harass her?

There was no fighting with Janice. Because she’d been born first, she had it in her head that she knew better than anyone. Janice didn’t even bother lying. She’d end up telling Valerie that she’d buy her a new one…then never do it.

Chances were much better with Laura.

You owe me a tube of lipstick.

Laura’s lip folded over. I only used it once.

You used it, you owe me. I better see twenty-one dollars on my nightstand by the end of the weekend.

You’re such a bitch, Laura grumbled. I want my magazine back.

Valerie glanced at the open page before shooting her sister a wicked grin. Don’t bother with the quiz. I already have the answer for you and it’s ‘no’. Whatever guy you’re all hot for doesn’t know you exist and never will.

Laura’s face contorted in rage right before she screamed. Get out!

Twenty-one dollars by Sunday, Valerie said before tossing the magazine at her.

Valerie inched her way back to the bathroom and dug around her makeup bag until she found an acceptable substitute. As she puckered her lips, she caught her youngest sister, Ali, watching from the hallway.

You look so pretty.

Okay, so that one was sweet.

Valerie fluffed out her thick ginger locks and smiled. Thank you, Ali Bear. Come here, I have something for you.

Ali stepped into the bathroom as Valerie dug around her bag until finding what she was looking for—pink lip shine still in the box. Valerie watched her sister out of the corner of her eyes as she took the lip shine out. She crouched down to unscrew the top and pull out the lip brush, showing Ali it was like nail polish for the lips.

This stuff stays on all day, Valerie said.

Ali held both hands out. Thank you, Val!

As Ali retreated into the hall with her gift, Valerie called out, That’s just for you. No sharing with your sisters.

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