My Vampire and I Vol 3: Blood Resurrection Read Free

I gazed into his eyes—eyes even more intoxicating than the wine.
    “What do you mean?”
“When the storm is over, and I leave this wretched place, you will come with me, if you wish—”
Blood Resurrection
J.P Bowie
12
“Oh,” I cried, reaching for his hand. “There is nothing I would wish for more than that!
To be free of this place, of these…these evil men…it would be as if my wildest dreams had come true.”
    Before my astounded eyes, Marcus suddenly sprang to his feet. With a move so fast, he became a blur, he reached the other side of the room, pulling back a drapery to reveal the startled figure of Prior Hubert. With a growl that made my hair stand on end, Marcus pulled the Prior into the room and disarmed him of the knife he held in his hand.
    “So,” Marcus snarled. “Have you heard enough, Prior?”
“You have violated our hospitality, and now you seek to kidnap our ward,” Hubert snapped. “We will not let you do this.”
“And how do you intend to stop me?” Marcus turned his back to me, so that all I could see was Prior Hubert’s face as his expression changed from one of defiance, to one of sheer terror.
    “ No !” he screamed. “Monster! Help me, Brothers! Help me!” The door was flung open, and it seemed that every member of the monk community surged into the room, some carrying weapons. I jumped to my feet, ready to defend myself, then was stayed by the looks of shock and almost abject horror that was written on every man’s face. From my position in the room, I could not see what so obviously terrified them, but then I saw Prior Hubert being lifted into the air by the scruff of his neck, supported only by Marcus’ left hand. Dear God, I thought, he must be immensely strong.
Then the cry went up. “Vampire! Vampire! Run for your lives!” Within two seconds, the room was empty, and a gibbering Prior Hubert was dropped to the floor where he lay, sobbing and mouthing words that were unintelligible to my ears.
    I looked at Marcus who gazed back at me, his beautiful face serene and composed.
“What happened?’ I asked him. “Why did they run?”
“Because I allowed them to see the real me,” he said quietly.
“The real you? You mean you are that which they called you…a…a vampire?” I took a step back from him, yet as our eyes met and held, any fear I might have felt, faded away under the power of the spell his smile cast.
    “There is no need for you to be afraid of me, Bernard.” He held out his hand. “Only evil men need fear me.”
Blood Resurrection
J.P Bowie
13
I took his hand, and he drew me into his arms. “Your tenure here is over. These men have no more power over you, Bernard. You are free to come with me, if you still wish it.”
    “I do still wish it,” I whispered, pressing my body to his.
“Then we shall leave first thing in the morning.”
“But the storm…”
“It will be over by then.”
“Will they let us leave?”
    He laughed lightly. “Do you think they will ask us to stay?” He looked with some pity at the Prior’s quivering body. “I’m afraid his fear has destroyed his mind.” He walked to the door where one or two quaking monks hovered nearby, holding crosses before them. Marcus sighed. “Put away those useless relics, and tend to your Prior. I will not harm you.” We watched as they lifted Prior Hubert to his feet and dragged him from the room.
    Marcus closed and locked the door. “We will be safe enough tonight,” he said. “While the storm still rages, they cannot go for help.” I knew next to nothing about vampires, only the tales of horror spread among the superstitious, but one thing I remembered. “The daylight? Can you travel then?” I asked.
“The skies will still be darkened,” he replied, smoothing my hair from my forehead.
    “Only the sunlight can harm me.” He smiled. “Then I will have to rely on you to protect me.” I pressed my face to his chest. “I will gladly,” I said. “With my life.” All night