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stopped beating the instant the tip of my
tongue slipped out from his neck.
    My old homeless man died in
my arms with a contended smile on his face, but I don’t think it
was from my venom. I hadn’t released it.
    For a moment I was tempted
to believe that I had killed him.
    But I knew that that was
not true. The early surging of his Blood Memories told me so. His
heart simply gave out. It was just his time. It was as if it was
meant to be. Call it fate. Call it a Divine Plan. Yet I cannot
allow myself to believe that my pierce and his death were some sort
of happy accident.
    Serendipity exists when
only accidents do not hurt. Otherwise it would be called a
tragedy.
     
     
     
     
    The old man’s Blood
Memories went to work in me.
    He had been homeless by
choice. He had no fear of death, no fear of the future, no fear at
all. He took life one day at a time, and when that was too much, he
took it one minute at a time because sometimes a whole day can be
lived in sixty fleeting seconds.
    I knew that I had made the
right choice.
    The old man’s Blood
Memories would be the fire that tempered all the others I would
soon swallow down and digest in my photographic memory.
    I admit: I had gotten my
appetite back for blood.
    It really only takes a pint
or two.
     
     
     
     
    Red and I then went down
the list that we had made. It was filled with fighters and
thinkers.
    Red approved it. He stopped
shaking his head.
    I drank the blood of
seventeen martial artists, each skilled in a different style. There
was Kung Fu and T'ai chi and Brazilian jiu-jitsu, and Nguni Stick
Fighting and West African bare-knuckle boxing, and let’s not forget
that wonderful Canadian martial art, Defendo.
    I also drank the blood of
three chess grand masters.
    All those Blood Memories
were teeming within me like a perfect storm.
    And I was the perfect
storm.
    I was ready for a
fight.

 
     
     
     
     
     
    Look for more in
    The Blood
Vivicanti

Part 6
     
     
     

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
    OTHER BOOKS BY
BECKET
     
    Key the Steampunk Vampire
Girl and the Dungeon of Despair
     
    Key the Steampunk Vampire
Girl and the Tower Tomb of Time
     
    The Christmas
King
     
    The Door to
Heaven

ABOUT THE
AUTHORS
     
    BECKET
    Becket has a BA in music
composition, an MA in Systematic Theology, and an MS in Industrial/
Organizational Psychology. He was a Benedictine monk for many
years. For the last nine years, he has worked as Anne Rice’s
assistant, and has spent that time learning from her. He is also
the author of Key the Steampunk Vampire
Girl and the Dungeon of Despair . You can
find Becket at www.becket.me
     
    ANNE RICE
    Anne Rice has written over
30 books about vampires, werewolves and other such blood drinkers.
Her works include Interview With the
Vampire , The
Vampire Lestat , and most recently The Wolves of Midwinter .
You can find Anne at www.annerice.com
     

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
    CREDITS
     
    Cover design
    Becket
     
    Cover photograph
    Image ID: 2515504 © Ellen
C | Shutterstock
    ID 10210494 © Kathy Gold |
Dreamstime.com
    ID 10210620 © Kathy Gold |
Dreamstime.com
     
     
     

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