Happy Halloween – Part 4’s Preface

Posted: October 31, 2012 in Ally Thomas, samples, The Vampire from Hell Returns (The Vampire from Hell Part 4)

Happy Halloween, everyone! I decided today to release two parts of the upcoming installment of the Vampire from Hell series today.  Below is the Preface and you can click here to read Chapter 1. Thanks again for being interested in Rayea’s story!

Please remember the version below may or may not be the final version you read in the finished installment.

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When I sat down to write this blog entry, what you are about to read now, I really just typed it in like I was on a very crazy, very scary ride at the fair.  That’s why I want to apologize now and tell you up front that I am okay.  In the course of your reading, you may forget that I told you that fact.  I’ve re-read some parts of the story and I’m still amazed at what I had to do as one of J’s big ‘training exercises’ for me, and what ultimately happened.  Anyways don’t freak out over this entry.  It’s one of the more scary adventures I have shared with you.

Also I need to briefly mention that sometimes in the grand scheme of things, life throws us challenges we didn’t know we could conquer until we actually have.  I’ve thought about that over the last few months because being a vampire is far more complicated than I ever would have expected.  Being a vampire especially the type I am now, if I can phrase it that way, is a full-time responsibility and something I take very seriously.  I’m a creature typically thought of as evil and I fight for the good guys, instead of the bad guys.  Angels, instead of demons really.  And I know now that sometimes it comes with sacrifices.  I still silently grieved for those we’ve lost.

Additionally I’m a maker now.  I realize that means I am a big sister or mother figure to my fledglings.  I don’t like to think of it that way because I’m not old enough in human years to be a mom.  Really I don’t get wrapped up in the age discussion because usually I can’t walk up to a god or angel and inquiry how old they are.  And I don’t want to bring light to the fact that I am twenty-seven in human years.  I guess I’ll forever being twenty-seven.  That age, and even Grace’s age of 20, is still young in my book.  Oh well.  It is what it is as Lynn would say and I can’t be guilty about who I have made into vampires, or who have been made as a result of drinking my blood.  It’s all part of the plan as J would also say.

Either way, being a maker now means I’m ultimately responsible for all of them.  No one told me that.  Not that there were any experienced vampires around to tell me.  Not that I had my father to teach me, or would have wanted him to teach me anything.  I don’t think of my father, Satan as a great role model.  That’s why having J as a guide or mentor has been a plus for me.  Somehow he just knows a lot about the ‘supernatural beings.’  His advice on how to be a smart, yet kind teacher has helped me a great deal with Grace.

She is the second person I made.  Really she’s the first because I don’t count Michael’s drinking my blood without my knowledge, but J does, and the Council does, so I understand their point.  I now understand that turning a person into a vampire doesn’t have to be an up-close and personal experience.  Well maybe it does if you consider having a glass of wine among friends turning someone into a fanger.  It simply has to be with someone whose system can handle the intensity of my blood.  Not everyone, especially humans, can drink my blood and survive.  I learned that the hard way.  I think we all have.

Grace, oddly enough, did survive and she has proven to be an excellent vampire.  We have become good friends, despite the rocky beginning we had.  She is now romantically involved with my ex-boyfriend, Demetri whom you have heard me refer to as Death in my writings.  He’s the Angel of Death, so it fits him.  I didn’t know until recently that he doesn’t like being called Death.  Go figure.  We dated for years and I’m just now hearing this.

I am good friends with him too, as I am with most of my past lovers, so that didn’t sit well with Grace in the beginning.  I didn’t realize that until Blick brought it up.  He’s quick to remind me when I’m getting out of line.  I seem to have several people in my life who want to look after me.  It’s like having a set of friends who essentially become your real family.  When I want to get an attitude about it and bite someone’s head off, I try to remember that I’m very lucky to have them in my life.

I’m trying to get beyond the fact that I am a vampire forged out of Hell.  As many of you know, I was turned when I was forced to drink my father’s blood.  And yes, while I would love to say it’s not true, Satan, also known as the fallen angel Lucifer, is my father.  Hmmph.  I roll my eyes at that notion.  You know what I mean.  It sickens me to think about it.   He was never a true father in any sense of the word.  I say this as I raise one eyebrow at my laptop screen and momentarily flash my fangs for any onlookers.  It’s a new adventure every day being a daughter of Satan.  You’ve read my blog entries.  You understand.

That ‘flashing my fangs’ comment may startle you, but don’t worry about me being discovered as a vampire in my current setting.  I’m not among humans on Earth while I type this.  I’m at work, and even though I travel often, protecting the world from any evil threats, I stay in close contact with my friends online.

It’s one of J’s request as part of my job.  He calls it ‘surface monitoring.’  Yes, some days my life as a vampire warrior isn’t all that glamorous.  Other days?  It’s more excitement than I bargained for, but writing on my blog is an outlet I enjoy and it keeps me sane.  With publishing my stories online, you get to hear about it too.  Trust me.  The day may come when you’ll be glad of that fact, and you’ll know to pay attention to those odd little things that don’t seem right in your community like a neighbor munching down on his dog in the front yard.

Let’s just hope that the two words ‘zombie’ and ‘apocalypse’ are a figment of my imagination, and does not have to become a reality for you.  I have warned my sister.  There will be Hell to pay if she messes with any of you ever again.

For now, this next segment is about when I returned home, hoping to save two of my friends, Ashton and Lynn from my sister’s clutches and the aftermath that followed.  I like to call this part my trip to Hell and back.


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