room.
“We went to a movie last weekend. Let’s stay in,” he argued. I inhaled. He smelled like a vampire.
A woman trailed along after him. “But you know I love the movies.” She smiled.
He grabbed her quickly, showcasing his vampire speed and spun her around. She was human. He smiled and his fangs lengthened. She looked at him with lust and he sank his teeth into her neck. She moaned. After a few seconds he pulled off and licked the spot he had bitten. It healed.
“Thank you, dear. Just enough to tide me over until I can reach the blood bank in the morning. I don’t want you becoming woozy.” He tenderly stroked her face. She smiled and he kissed her forehead, like some perfect suburban couple. What the hell? He wasn’t like the vampires that I had met. “All right, the movies it is.” They left the house. I looked down, through the window and at a desk. A piece of mail stood there.
Alek Crone
3546 NW Bayberry St.
Forest Grove, OR.
Then the world was spinning and I was somewhere else. Nahuel and I were on a side street, leaning up against a brick building. The lamplight cast creepy shadows off of cars. A human woman was screaming and running toward us. I stepped forward to help her but Nahuel caught my arm.
“This has already happened. It’s a replay.”
A vampire leapt up into the air and pounced on the woman, eagerly sucking blood from her neck. She screamed as he sucked on her like an animal. I pushed Nahuel’s hand off of my shoulder and tried to grab the vampire, but my hands went through him like a ghost.
“I told you, it’s happened,” Nahuel said as I watched the woman be drained of blood. The scene faded and we were standing in a corn field with the sun beating down on our heads. It was stifling. Sweat dripped down my face.
“What the hell was that?” I asked him, panting. My nerves were raw from watching the woman be killed. Knowing it had happened and I couldn’t help her infuriated me.
He shrugged and wiped sweat off of his brow. “That was a message. Spirit wants us to know that not all vampires are bad. There are two sides to every story, every race, every world.”
I threw my arms up. “Well, shit. That’s just great. As I am about to declare war with them and Kai wants to wipe out their entire race! Now I have to worry about killing the nice ones?”
Nahuel looked at the clouds. “Guess there’s more to the story. Wiping out an entire race wouldn’t bring balance. Looks like rain. That’s a good omen.”
The second he spoke of rain, my throat became sickeningly dry. “I’m thirsty,” I told him. The corn field scene dissolved. Alma was standing over us, fanning us with sage. I opened my eyes from my trance state.
“Welcome back, child.” She went to the door and opened the flap. Cool night air wafted inside the hut and with it, the smell of rain. I took a deep breath as Nahuel moved beside me.
He handed me water. “Can you go the final round?”
I wanted to say no. I was hot as hell, tired, thirsty, and freaked out by my vampire vision. But I was also stubborn and I wasn’t a quitter.
I nodded. Alma closed the flap. Rain began to fall on the tent. Alma threw her arms up and shouted, “Sky Father! Thank you for this blessed rain. Wash away our impurities, our doubts, all blockages that keep us from our true path. Wash away insecurities, fears,
“We went to a movie last weekend. Let’s stay in,” he argued. I inhaled. He smelled like a vampire.
A woman trailed along after him. “But you know I love the movies.” She smiled.
He grabbed her quickly, showcasing his vampire speed and spun her around. She was human. He smiled and his fangs lengthened. She looked at him with lust and he sank his teeth into her neck. She moaned. After a few seconds he pulled off and licked the spot he had bitten. It healed.
“Thank you, dear. Just enough to tide me over until I can reach the blood bank in the morning. I don’t want you becoming woozy.” He tenderly stroked her face. She smiled and he kissed her forehead, like some perfect suburban couple. What the hell? He wasn’t like the vampires that I had met. “All right, the movies it is.” They left the house. I looked down, through the window and at a desk. A piece of mail stood there.
Alek Crone
3546 NW Bayberry St.
Forest Grove, OR.
Then the world was spinning and I was somewhere else. Nahuel and I were on a side street, leaning up against a brick building. The lamplight cast creepy shadows off of cars. A human woman was screaming and running toward us. I stepped forward to help her but Nahuel caught my arm.
“This has already happened. It’s a replay.”
A vampire leapt up into the air and pounced on the woman, eagerly sucking blood from her neck. She screamed as he sucked on her like an animal. I pushed Nahuel’s hand off of my shoulder and tried to grab the vampire, but my hands went through him like a ghost.
“I told you, it’s happened,” Nahuel said as I watched the woman be drained of blood. The scene faded and we were standing in a corn field with the sun beating down on our heads. It was stifling. Sweat dripped down my face.
“What the hell was that?” I asked him, panting. My nerves were raw from watching the woman be killed. Knowing it had happened and I couldn’t help her infuriated me.
He shrugged and wiped sweat off of his brow. “That was a message. Spirit wants us to know that not all vampires are bad. There are two sides to every story, every race, every world.”
I threw my arms up. “Well, shit. That’s just great. As I am about to declare war with them and Kai wants to wipe out their entire race! Now I have to worry about killing the nice ones?”
Nahuel looked at the clouds. “Guess there’s more to the story. Wiping out an entire race wouldn’t bring balance. Looks like rain. That’s a good omen.”
The second he spoke of rain, my throat became sickeningly dry. “I’m thirsty,” I told him. The corn field scene dissolved. Alma was standing over us, fanning us with sage. I opened my eyes from my trance state.
“Welcome back, child.” She went to the door and opened the flap. Cool night air wafted inside the hut and with it, the smell of rain. I took a deep breath as Nahuel moved beside me.
He handed me water. “Can you go the final round?”
I wanted to say no. I was hot as hell, tired, thirsty, and freaked out by my vampire vision. But I was also stubborn and I wasn’t a quitter.
I nodded. Alma closed the flap. Rain began to fall on the tent. Alma threw her arms up and shouted, “Sky Father! Thank you for this blessed rain. Wash away our impurities, our doubts, all blockages that keep us from our true path. Wash away insecurities, fears,
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