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Doctor’s diagnosed me with a rare brain tumor and gave me five years
to live. With my death imminent, I made a deal with the Devil. Well,
not the real Devil, but one of his minions for sure. Out of options,
I accepted an offer for eternal life. I agreed to become a vampire.
And all I had to offer in exchange was one year of service to a Duke
named Aldric. What is one year in the grand scheme of things?
Especially, when I’d live forever.
Now, two years later, I have a different view of vampires. I live in the
shadows and have no contact with any of my friends or family. I hate
what I’ve become and If I could go back and do it all over again, I
would. To make matters worse, Aldric is summoning me for my one year
of service. When I refuse, they hunt me like an animal. I’m run over
by a car and witness my mother’s death at the hands of Aldric’s
minions. No one stands up to-let alone refuses-Aldric, but enough is
enough. I can’t live like this. I’m always watching over my shoulder,
and fear each new person I meet is on a mission to kill me. This is
not a second lease on life; its torture and the only way it will end
is if I kill Aldric. It’s time for him to die.
When I look into her face, I think I know her. Her skin is fair,
almost pale, with several piercings in her nose and ears. Tattoos cover
her hands and arms, and I see a few more hidden on her neck beneath
her brunette hair. She is pretty. “Really, I’ll be fine. Two buffoons in the
club are angry with me. The sooner I disappear, the better off I’ll be.”
Her eyes search the front of the building. “Sure, I guess,” she says
in a trembling voice. “I can drop you at the hospital. It’s just down the
road. But be careful. I don’t want your blood on my seats.”
“Yeah, that’d be great,” I lie. “Help me to my feet.”
Carefully, she throws my arm around her shoulder and helps me stand.
She is much stronger than her thin physique would lead one to believe.
There is still something about her I recognize, and it drives me crazy.
“Thanks,” I say to her with a smile. Her green eyes reflect the pale
She stares at my face and looks at me for the first time since coming
to my side. Her eyes squint and she looks me up and down. Her skin
turns bright white like she’s gazing upon a ghost. “Chris? But… you’re
dead. I… I don’t understand.” She almost drops me.
When the words leave her mouth, I recognize her, too. The tattoos
and piercings did a nice job of camouflaging her features. I went
to high school with her. Damn, what was her name? “Michelle?” We
weren’t friends but had several classes together in our freshman and sophomore
Thinking quickly—which is difficult given my now severely broken
body—I release some of my pheromones. I don’t want to turn her on
or make her want me, but just a small release will calm her nerves and
make her see reason.
She nods her head. “This is crazy. You’re dead, and I don’t believe
in ghosts. Tell me what is going on, or I’ll leave you here for the two…
what did you call them? Fucktards.”
“Look, I’ll tell you all about my fantastic and mystical journey, but
we need to get in the damn car,” I say. What are the odds? I’m in the
slummy part of downtown. How can I run into another suburbanite?
Annoying millennials are taking over the whole city.
crafting his own wine or enjoying a fine cigar.
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