The Vampire from Hell

PART 1 - THE BEGINNING (Prologue and Chapter 1)

THE VAMPIRE FROM HELL (PARTS 1-3) by Ally Thomas

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First published at Smashwords/Amazon July 2012 as "The Vampire from Hell (Parts 1-3): The Volume Series." Copyright 2011-2013 by Ally Thomas. All Rights Reserved. | Cover Design by Cora Graphics.

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DISCLAIMER: In order to protect minors from viewing inappropriate material, please know that this book contains language, situations, or images inappropriate for children under 13 years of age.

PART 1 - THE BEGINNING 

Prologue 

It's almost sunset and I have decided to stop in a coffee shop and try to get an internet connection on my laptop. No, I don't drink coffee. I just like the smell of it. I'm more concerned with getting my thoughts written down before I go hunting tonight. I think it's time the world knows. 

To start with, I should tell you that I'm a daughter of Satan, and I'm a vampire. But I'm not your average, run-of-the-mill vampire. It's kind of complicated. Please don't let any of that alarm you. I'm on your side. 

Currently, Father and I aren't speaking. Why? He'd soon kill me as to look at me. No, I'm not his favorite child. I'm the one who likes humans, the rebel, the loner, the deserter. And I suspect after I start publishing my story on this blog - what I'm about to tell you now - he's going to be pissed. And that's okay. I'm not going to run anymore. I'm tired of being afraid of Lucifer, my father who thinks torture is an acceptable form of motivation. Those days are over. So sit back, relax, and let me tell you about how I became the first, and to my knowledge, the only vampire from Hell.

Chapter 1 

As I unlocked my office door, I felt a presence behind me. I turned around slowly. A tall figure emerged from the shadows and I flinched. I cursed myself for the frightened reaction I made. 

Gazing down at me with shining gold eyes, my seven-foot hellhound touched my right shoulder with his long paw. When he stood on his hind legs, Blick was enormous. His haunches seemed about even with my hips which meant his torso towered over me. 

I tried not to let his overwhelming stature startle me as I waited for him to make his way inside. 

Because I couldn't understand Blick's low canine mutter, I had grown accustomed to hearing him speak telepathically to me. On occasion, it allowed us to communicate without others overhearing us. His thoughts leaping into my mind were an extension of my own, and I rarely objected to having them flow through my head. 

"Did I scare you?" 

"No," I lied. "I couldn't sleep, so I wanted to get an early start on those reports." I entered the office, waiting for him to duck his head in through the opening. To a passerby, it looked as if I were talking to myself in front of my animal companion, but I didn't care. Blick knew I typically answered him by speaking aloud. 

"Thanks again for your help at the processing center last night. Can you get the reports done today?" 

"I think so." I deposited my satchel on the desk and rubbed my shoulder. 

"Did I hurt you?" 

"No, I reinjured it the other day. It'll be okay." 

Irritated with my response, Blick grabbed my arm and pulled up the sleeve of my black leather jacket, pointing at fresh bruises. It hadn't been the first time he had reacted so. 

I winced in pain and stared at the floor in shame. 

Gently, he gathered me up in his arms and held me. 

I wept, recalling the earlier session with my father. His way of discipline often involved torture. In the organization, Father enjoyed a "hands-on" approach. When anyone did something he disapproved of or he felt he could improve their skills, he'd perform the customary routine. For his daughters, he called it "loving his children." As demons, he wanted us to be strong and fearless. I was very familiar with the process because, unlike my sister, Stephanie, I rarely did anything right, and to make matters worse I wasn't a strong demon. 

Blick reminded me with his embrace how he wished to protect me. I knew the beatings were becoming more frequent, but I felt powerless to stop them. Blick and I had argued about it many times. 

I regained my composure while Blick wiped away my tears and patted me on the head like I was his little pet, instead of him being mine. Having a seven-foot hellhound fussing over me - literally - was wonderful. I was lucky to have him on my side. 

When Blick had been a young pup, he had followed me home from the river one day. He was a bundle of soft black fur similar to a dark German shepherd. All big ears, eyes, and paws. He was adorable. 

I kept him hidden from everyone until he started walking upright and grew too big for me to hide. When Father found out I had him, reluctantly he had agreed that I could keep the "mutt" as long as I kept him out of his way. I secretly enjoyed recalling that day along the river rather often, especially at times like this. Blick and I had been looking for rocks in the shallow water. Blick had strayed into the trees and was out of sight when Father had approached me. He thought he would surprise me, but it was Blick who had surprised him. It was the first time I had ever seen a glimmer of fear in my father's eyes and I reveled in the moment that day and remembered it often. 

"Will you be careful, Rayea?" Blick leaned down and touched his cold, wet nose to mine. 

I nodded, giving him a little return bump. 

"Promise me if anything happens, you'll text me, okay? I may not be a demon, but I'm pretty scrappy for a hellhound. I'll take your father on any day of the week!" Looking down at me, he growled. His shiny white canine teeth sparkled. He retrieved the iPhone from my satchel and shoved it in my jeans pocket. 

"I'll be fine. Don't worry about me." Glancing up at him, I plastered a smile on my face. Hopefully it didn't seem fake. Blick could read my actions as well as my thoughts. 

His eyes, gentle and understanding, prolonged the moment between us. 

"Is there something I should know?" I asked with growing apprehension. "What are you not telling me?" 

He shook his head as if he were shaking off something heavy on his mind, and gathered me against him again. 

"I hope you know that no matter what you are my best friend. I know what friendship is because of you." 

Hearing his words, I attempted to not show that it had affected me, but I couldn't. Tears rimmed my eyes for the second time in his presence. I let him hold me close, fur and all, pressing my face into his brawny chest. His long paws enveloped me. 

"You're so good to me. I'll try to stay strong against Father. But I don't know how much more I can take," I replied telepathically. 

"I know. I know."

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VIDEO SELECTION: I love listening to music while I write so I decided to pick out videos to add to each chapter. This video called "Down with the Sickness" by Disturbed doesn't really relate to Chapter 1, but I think it sets the stage for the story.

The video is posted on the right of this page. You can click on it and view it here or watch it on YouTube. The link to "Down with the Sickness" by Disturbed is http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=09LTT0xwdfw

Do you like this song or the video for "Down with the Sickness"?