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Better Off red
Vampire Sorority Sisters Book 1
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Better Off red
Vampire Sorority Sisters
Book 1
by
Rebekah Weatherspoon
2011
better of red: vampire sorority sisters
book 1
© 2011 By ReBekah WeatheRspoon. all Rights ReseRved.
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Acknowledgments
I must thank the following people:
My parents and my brothers and sister for letting me be myself.
The boys of Cilley Hall and the girls of Amen, Dunbar, and
Bancroft; the other Five Heartbeats and the ladies of the Upsilon
Xi Chapter of Zeta Phi Beta Sorority, Inc., for helping me lay the
foundation.
Ellee, Jenny, and Ariana for sharing their experiences with me,
and Jordan for showing me around the house.
Ari, Kim, and Carole for the dance parties and the makeup
lessons, even though they didn’t stick.
Erica and Rosana for finding me and encouraging me to keep
going, and the readers who embraced my online stories. Your
support has been phenomenal.
Summer and Tecora for holding my hand through every chapter
of this book and beyond. To Aiden and Zac for existing, Steph for
the chubbles, I.T. for introducing me to so many things, and Weebs
for keeping me awake. Vanessa for being you.
The entire Bold Strokes family for their warm welcome , Cindy
Cresap for her amazing eye, and Sheri for the fantastic cover art.
And lastly, many, many thanks to Radclyffe for giving this
story a chance.
Dedication
To my mother, Jackie, who taught me how to swim
and my father, Russell, who never let me drown.
And to T. I love you, baby. Wanna go have lunch?
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Chapter One
I have an idea.” Amy threw her bag on the floor and perched
on the edge of her mattress. I put down my pen and turned
around.
“What?”
“Let’s rush.”
“Where?”
“No, no. Rush, stupid. Like join a sorority.”
“Hell no.” I had just gotten used to sharing a broom closet
worth of space with another human being. Our entire hall had a
single shower. I was even getting over the fact I had to plan my
masturbation me time around my roommate’s class schedule, but
this was asking too much.
“Ginge, come on.”
your brain in exchange for endless amounts of upbeat to the highest
bidder. I won’t stop you,” I said. “But there is no way in hell, no
way, I am joining a sorority. I already have a ton of studying to do.”
“You’re majoring in gym,” she said with a condescending
glare. “Just hear me out.”
“Ugh, fine. And I’m not majoring in gym.”
“Right. Anyway. Here’s what I’m thinking. We’re too young
to get into any of the good bars downtown, and all the eighteen and
up places will just be packed with people from our gen ed classes.
There are parties on the Row all the time. Parties I want to go to.”
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“The Row? You’re already into this. You’re in deep, using the
lingo and everything.”
“Just let me finish. My sister said the parties on the Row are the
best and they’re ‘invite only.’ If we rush, we get to meet all of the
people who throw these parties. So even if we don’t actually pledge,
we’ll meet tons of guys. Guys who will invite us back when it’s all
over.”I chewed the inside of my lip, thinking over the nonsense
she was talking. I didn’t give a crap about meeting guys. There
were thousands of them on campus. I even sat next to a few in my
classes. I had worked hard to get into Maryland University. Their
exercise science program was one of the best in the country, and
my workload this semester was more than enough to keep me busy.
Getting involved in Greek life was not another slice of pie I wanted
to add to my plate.
Even if I had all the free time in the world, there was still
no draw. I didn’t have anything against sorority girls, but I never
considered myself to be that kind of a joiner. If Amy asked me to go
out for the Frisbee golf team, then sure, that was the sort of group
activity I could handle. The thought of slapping on a smile for the
next however many days, pretending to be perfect just so some girls
I didn’t know and had no real interest in getting to know, could tell
me I was cool enough to walk around with them wearing matching
shirts, well, it made me want to roll my eyes at Amy and dive right
back into my chem notes. From the eager look on her face, I knew
that type of blow off was not gonna fly.
“Please. There’s this mega cute guy from Chi Nu in my econ
class. I would love to see him in his natural habitat.”
I had only known Amy for a few weeks. She was cute. A perky
blonde. Perky in every way. We got along great, except for moments
like this. It was obvious she wasn’t used to taking no for an answer.
I, however, had no problem saying it. I just wasn’t sure if telling
Amy to shove it was a good way to keep the air peaceful between us.
I took a deep breath and squeezed my eyes shut. Maybe it was
the right moment to tell Amy I was seventy-seven percent sure I
was a lesbian, but that might create a whole other problem. The last
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thing I wanted was a roommate who was scared I was going to feel
her up in her sleep or check her out while she was getting dressed
in the morning.
When I opened my eyes, Amy started clapping. I watched the
dopey grin on her face stretch to full capacity and then stared at her
as this weird squeal came through her clenched teeth. Apparently
taking a moment to get my head together wa
s the same thing as
saying yes in her book.
“Fine.”
“Fine?” Her voice pitched higher than I’d ever heard it before.
“Yes. I will go through rush with you, but that’s it. I’m not
pledging.”
“Stop sulking,” Amy said. “I’ll do everything. You just come
with me and pretend you’re having a good time.”
“I said fine.” I snatched my pen off my notebook and turned my
back on her. She finally dug out her books and settled down to study.
“It’ll be great,” she squealed again.
“Yeah. I bet.”
❖
Amy managed to let me get my chem notes done without
mentioning rush again. The next morning was a different story.
While we got dressed, she told me about each sorority’s dedication
to particular charities and causes. Apparently there was more to
the ladies’ side of the Greek system than bake sales and bikini car
washes.
subject, but I figured I’d just let her get it all out, then move on
to music or current events once she’d tuckered herself out. By the
time we made it over to the cafeteria for breakfast, she was already
talking my ear off about rush week etiquette.
“Why do I have to wear white?” I asked.
“Either white or black. Every sorority has colors,” Amy told
me, the poor clueless fool that I was.
“I know that.”
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“Well, if you show up parading around in teal and yellow or
purple and pink, you’re sending a message.”
“What, that I like to mix my pastels?”
“No. That you have Xi O or Mu Phi on the top of your list.”
“Okay, what else?” I asked. This was all so stupid.
“They’ll each have tables set up on the quad today, so we can
cruise by and meet a few of the girls from each house.”
I took a bite of my eggs and spit them right back out into my
napkin. “Ick. Those are off.” Amy reached across the table and took
a forkful.
“They taste fine to me. Here.” She handed me her untouched
bagel and snatched my plate of eggs and fruit.
“You have any faves yet?” I asked.
“Xi O actually.” She didn’t seem bothered by the eggs. “My
mom’s a Xi O.”
“Oh. Isn’t being a legacy an automatic in?”
“Yeah, I guess, but I don’t know. I kinda want to do my own
thing.”
“Nothing spells independence like joining a sorority.” I ducked
just in time to dodge a grape.
“I just want to see what else is out there. We have to check out
the Tri Pis and ABO.”
“Why ABO?” I knew that Pi Pi Pi was one of those old school
sororities everyone had heard about, but I knew nothing about Alpha
Beta Omega.
“I heard their house is gorgeous and huge. The guys in their
brother fraternity are smoking hot and they have a reputation for
only picking pretty girls. I know it sounds shallow.” She tried to
save herself before I called her out.
“Um, yeah.”
“I don’t know. It would be cool if they asked me to join.
Knowing they think I’m foxy.” The tip of her tongue stuck out as
she wiggled her head a bit. I had to laugh. Admitting girls to your
sorority based solely on their looks was the definition of shallow,
but I figured that’s how sororities worked. They were sanctioned
cliques set up on prime real estate, hiding behind the guise of good
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deeds and sisterhood. It would only make sense to have the hottest
girls on campus at your side when you walk into the local soup
kitchen. Accepting my fate, I bit into my newly acquired bagel. This
week was going to suck.
❖
I met up with Amy again before lunch, and just like she said,
every fraternity and sorority on campus had tables and booths set
up around the huge lawn between the library and the Liberal Arts
building. I followed Amy from table to table, feigning interest in
what each of the recruitment chairs had to say, growing more and
more annoyed that terms like “recruitment chair” were becoming a
part of my vocabulary. I was a little disappointed to have most of my
assumptions confirmed.
Every sorority had its type. Three blue-eyed, platinum blondes
bubbled around the Theta booth. Four African-American girls with
identical deep toffee skin tones chatted up prospective members at
the Sigma table. Every nationality, hair color, and body type was
represented from group to group, never mixing together. It was
boring and predictable, and Amy was loving every single minute
of it.Each girl we met was perfectly nice, but there was something
fake and overzealous about all of them. Except for the girls of Alpha
Beta Omega.
By the time we reached their table, I was dying for a sandwich
and a power nap. I also hadn’t masturbated in three days and had
every intention of doing just that while Amy was in her two o’clock
class.“This is the last one. I swear.” She held out a stack of pamphlets
for me to hold while she opened her backpack. I shoved the bundle
of papers inside then followed Amy toward the final table.
The sisters of Alpha Beta Omega had their booth set up at the
far end of the quad. Their brother fraternity, Omega Beta Alpha, was
set up across the grass, in clear view. I glanced over as we walked
closer to a group of four girls dressed in white, black, and red. Their
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frat brothers were pretty cute. The girls behind the table, though,
were much cuter.
Right away, it was obvious that this group of girls was
different from the other sisters we’d spent our lunch break talking
to. A gorgeous brunette stood, her arm linked with her curvaceous,
golden haired soror (another word I learned that day). An African-
American girl with a beautiful, full afro laughed along with
whatever conversation they were having. A bright red ribbon added
the perfect blast of color to her ebony curls. A fourth girl, a petite
Asian beauty with boobs a little too big for her frame, refilled a bowl
of red candies. All four girls wore small teardrop rubies hanging on
delicate platinum chains around their necks. It was shocking to see
such a diverse bunch and a pleasant surprise that, for once, Amy
hadn’t been wrong. They were all hot.
The laughter and chatting died away naturally as we walked
up to the table. The golden haired girl greeted us first. Some would
have considered her heavy or even fat, but I thought she filled out
her ABO T-shirt perfectly.
“Hi,” she said, extending her free hand. “I’m Danni. This is
Cleo.” The girl with the chocolate brown skin checked us out with
an upward nod of her head. “And Barb.” The Asian girl replied with
a bright hello, her warm almond eyes sparkling in our direction.
“And this is Paige.”
Th
e girl on Danni’s arm didn’t smile, but gazed over Amy and
me before offering her own quiet, “Hey.”
“I’m Amy and this is Ginger.”
“Ginger?” Cleo asked, taking in my long red hair. “I thought
my parents were cruel. Tsk, tsk, naming a ginger kid ‘Ginger.’”
“Yeah, it could be worse,” I said with a shrug. “At least it
doesn’t rhyme with anything.”
“True. It could be worse. My last name is Jones.” I couldn’t
say what sucked more, a name tag mocking your hair and your God-
given beauty marks or being named after a blaxploitation character.
Biting back my chuckle, I glanced at Amy who didn’t get either
joke. Luckily, Barb spoke up before Amy had a chance to ask any
questions.
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“So are you ladies interested in joining Alpha Beta Omega?”
“She’s not.” Amy thumbed in my direction. I was instantly
annoyed. Yeah, cheery meet-and-greets weren’t my scene, but this
was the first group of girls who actually had my attention. I wasn’t
about to tell them I thought their sorority was a complete joke. I
should have explained that to Amy. “I had to beg her to come out
with me…”
While Amy continued to assassinate my amazing character,
a small movement off to the left snatched my attention. I fought
to keep my mouth from popping open as Paige casually brushed
her finger over Danni’s nipple. Again, I quickly glanced in Amy’s
direction. She’d completely missed it, but Danni had caught my
gawk and scramble. She cocked an eyebrow at me before grazing
her teeth over her full bottom lip. I could feel the heat blush my face
red as I looked back toward Amy. She hadn’t noticed a thing.
“You too cool for all this Greek mess?” Cleo poked at me
playfully.
“What? No. I, uh, I just didn’t think about going through rush
until she brought it up,” I replied lamely.
“We’ll be having our first open house tonight. How about you
leave us your info and we’ll give you all the details.” Danni tapped
a sign-up sheet sitting on the table.
“Okay,” Amy said instantly. I shrugged and took the pen Cleo
handed to me.
All the slots of the first page were filled so I flipped to the
next, looking for a blank line. And then the third and fourth. On the
twelfth page, there was one open slot. Something felt off about their