approached them. “Blood god?” she asked, almost too stunned to move.
“He means vampire. I am first and forever a vampire.” I laughed casually, trying my best not to see the jealous glint in her eyes. My stomach flipped over as a warning sign flashed in my head. “Could I truly trust Stephanie? Even now?”
Quickly J swooped in and put his arm around Stephanie. “Isn’t she humble? I just love that about my maker.” He winked at me and I heard Blick grunt under his breath. Both of them knew something I did not.
“Your maker?” Stephanie purred, slipping her hand over J’s elbow. “When did this happen?”
Raising his head a bit, J strolled before us with Stephanie latched on to his arm. As he flipped his suit jacket over his shoulder, his exquisite suit moved perfectly over his tall frame. “Let me tell you…” he said to Stephanie. He opened the taxi door and glanced back at us as she got in. J smiled and winked at us.
“His storytelling skills seem to be improving. I’m sure this will be a whooper he tells her.” Blick stood patiently as I hopped in the backseat of the cab with Stephanie and J. As Blick shut the car door and got in the front, he told the driver where to go. Staring out the window as J chattered on, I wondered if I’d be able to change the subject any time soon, especially if J embellished my victories too much to my sister. The drive across the bridge to Sausalito would be thirty minutes or more. Hearing Stephanie chuckle and giggle at J’s interpretation of how I saved him from going dark and gave him the immortal gift, I listened quietly. Finally, I searched out Blick’s thoughts.
“ I love you, ” I whispered to him telepathically as the taxi slowly made its way through the evening traffic along Embarcadero Street. “ Thank you for saving me…again. ”
“ You saved me actually. And yes again. I’ll always love you, Rayea. We don’t need a piece of paper to prove that. It’s in our hearts, and our minds. Yes? ”
“ Yes. Now and forever. ”
Chapter 15
The Zombie Cure (Rayea)
***
“ I believe that imagination is stronger than knowledge. That myth is more potent than history. That dreams are more powerful than facts. That hope always triumphs over experience. That laughter is the only cure for grief. And I believe that love is stronger than death. ”
~ Robert Fulghum
***
“Both of your daughters are quite fetching,” Asmodeus said to me as we stood across the street, observing Rayea, Stephanie, and the misfits, J and Blick walk into the Neiman Marcus department store on Stockton Street. Asmodeus demon’s face was hidden behind shadows of the buildings. His cowboy hat sat low on his forehead as he wore his western wear. His breath smelled foul with decay and garlic. Flashing a yellowed grin, I saw only his demon teeth for a few seconds.
“Who is who?” he asked, raising his gnarled fingers. “I recognize the Wolf God. He goes by Blick now, yes? But the other man? Who is he?”
“The men are not my concern. You can kill them. I want my daughters. That’s all,” I barked. Quickly I regretted my comment and clamped my mouth shut. A long eyetooth, a former demon fang, accidentally pierced my human tongue. As my eyes watered, I turned away from the department store and faced the traffic as it whizzed down the steep hill. Having lost all my powers, I was now at the mercy of these twits, the so-called princes of Hell. Calling them into this family situation was a mistake. I knew that, but I had no other options. Glancing up the hill as I stood like any other human on the streets of San Francisco, I saw the others demons mingled through the crowd. Santero, Abaddon, Mammon, and Belphegor. Noticing how out of place they looked dressed in their long faded black trench coats, black jeans, clunky black boots, and faded cowboy hats, I decided then
“He means vampire. I am first and forever a vampire.” I laughed casually, trying my best not to see the jealous glint in her eyes. My stomach flipped over as a warning sign flashed in my head. “Could I truly trust Stephanie? Even now?”
Quickly J swooped in and put his arm around Stephanie. “Isn’t she humble? I just love that about my maker.” He winked at me and I heard Blick grunt under his breath. Both of them knew something I did not.
“Your maker?” Stephanie purred, slipping her hand over J’s elbow. “When did this happen?”
Raising his head a bit, J strolled before us with Stephanie latched on to his arm. As he flipped his suit jacket over his shoulder, his exquisite suit moved perfectly over his tall frame. “Let me tell you…” he said to Stephanie. He opened the taxi door and glanced back at us as she got in. J smiled and winked at us.
“His storytelling skills seem to be improving. I’m sure this will be a whooper he tells her.” Blick stood patiently as I hopped in the backseat of the cab with Stephanie and J. As Blick shut the car door and got in the front, he told the driver where to go. Staring out the window as J chattered on, I wondered if I’d be able to change the subject any time soon, especially if J embellished my victories too much to my sister. The drive across the bridge to Sausalito would be thirty minutes or more. Hearing Stephanie chuckle and giggle at J’s interpretation of how I saved him from going dark and gave him the immortal gift, I listened quietly. Finally, I searched out Blick’s thoughts.
“ I love you, ” I whispered to him telepathically as the taxi slowly made its way through the evening traffic along Embarcadero Street. “ Thank you for saving me…again. ”
“ You saved me actually. And yes again. I’ll always love you, Rayea. We don’t need a piece of paper to prove that. It’s in our hearts, and our minds. Yes? ”
“ Yes. Now and forever. ”
Chapter 15
The Zombie Cure (Rayea)
***
“ I believe that imagination is stronger than knowledge. That myth is more potent than history. That dreams are more powerful than facts. That hope always triumphs over experience. That laughter is the only cure for grief. And I believe that love is stronger than death. ”
~ Robert Fulghum
***
“Both of your daughters are quite fetching,” Asmodeus said to me as we stood across the street, observing Rayea, Stephanie, and the misfits, J and Blick walk into the Neiman Marcus department store on Stockton Street. Asmodeus demon’s face was hidden behind shadows of the buildings. His cowboy hat sat low on his forehead as he wore his western wear. His breath smelled foul with decay and garlic. Flashing a yellowed grin, I saw only his demon teeth for a few seconds.
“Who is who?” he asked, raising his gnarled fingers. “I recognize the Wolf God. He goes by Blick now, yes? But the other man? Who is he?”
“The men are not my concern. You can kill them. I want my daughters. That’s all,” I barked. Quickly I regretted my comment and clamped my mouth shut. A long eyetooth, a former demon fang, accidentally pierced my human tongue. As my eyes watered, I turned away from the department store and faced the traffic as it whizzed down the steep hill. Having lost all my powers, I was now at the mercy of these twits, the so-called princes of Hell. Calling them into this family situation was a mistake. I knew that, but I had no other options. Glancing up the hill as I stood like any other human on the streets of San Francisco, I saw the others demons mingled through the crowd. Santero, Abaddon, Mammon, and Belphegor. Noticing how out of place they looked dressed in their long faded black trench coats, black jeans, clunky black boots, and faded cowboy hats, I decided then
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