NightFall: Book One: Bloodlust Is the Cure for the Immortal Soul

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help him. It was hard breaking in to or out of the mad house. Being committed, however, was not too onerous. You could be thrown in simply for being antithetical. Society was a cruel and unjust mistress. Alas, a mistress to be taken seriously.
    Van pondered at is own life as well as Saldivar’s. Questions about the things he did hundreds of years ago. Did he fight for France? Was he an outstanding soldier during the Hundred Years’ War in the 1400’s? Did he ever marry? Is the reason he was alone today a reflection of a loss of a great wife or lover? Who was his family now? Why has fate brought them together at this very day and time?
    Too many unanswered questions left Van with a headache. He knew Saldivar had a place and time to tell. His guess was that only when he was transformed will all the questions finally be clarified.
    Did he really want to know that badly? Was living forever something Van could handle?
    Did he want to live?
    Just t hat easily, he knew the answer .
    Yes. Yes! He wanted life. No matter that it was eternal. What could he have been thinking? Dying in a few short years? Perhaps, even months or days? He did not want to die a no one. He did not want to die at all. He wanted to live and accomplish life itself. He wanted wealth, women and a home to call his own. Ultim ately, he wanted a life mate, a woman to share his life with. For as long as she lived upon this Earth.
    That was the one thorn in Van’s side. On one hand, he would have a love. On the other hand, however, his life would go on and he would live to see her die. He feared he could not stand to lose countless loves. He could not see himself being able to handle even a single loss.
    Is that why Saldivar is alone? Is he afraid to lose a love time and time again?
    Unfortunately, there were pros and cons to any decision you make in life. Yours or someone else’s.
    Van opted to tell Saldivar tonight of his revelation. Saldivar had gone down to his resting place hours ago and Van was thoroughly exhausted thinking about everything that had happened and the thought of what will happen. Van went to his room and, though very tired, he slept fitfully. His head tossing and turning. Sweat beading on his forehead and upper lip.
    *
    “Vaannn,” the sultry voice whispered.
    Van turned his head toward the alley. Nothing but darkness and shadow.
    The shadow moved, f ormed into a bat-like creature with red eyes and huge fangs. It screeched so loudly Van covered his ears and screamed from the pain. No one heard. The streets of Paris were empty.
    Empty? It was only early evening. People were supposed to be out and about like he has always seen them. Where were they?
    The bat-like shadow creature screeched once again and flapped its enormous wings so fast the wind it produced knocked Van down.
    “Vvaaannnnn,” it called again. This time, it was much harsher. Almost grating in to the flesh and ears. “Come to me. It’s over. Give in to death. I am so very hungry.”
    Van’s eyes were as round as saucers. His mouth opened. Silence. The creature began to descend onto Van’s fallen body.
    All Van could do was cross his arms over his face.
    Before the shadow touch him, it broke apart into hundreds of little blood sucking demons.
    Van screamed and woke up before the demon creature had a chance to sink its teeth into his skin. His heart was beating out of his chest. He could not catch his breath. He could not swallow. Sweat poured from his pale face. He sat up, trying to collect himself. Calm his beating heart. Ease his rapid breathing.
    He went to the basin, which had cooled, and splashed his hot face with the cooling liquid. He cupped his hand into the water once more, bringing it to his dry lips, quenching his parched throat.
    Not being able to recall much of the nightmare now, Van went back to bed and fell asleep instantly.
    *
    Saldivar awoke with a jolt. It was not quite dusk yet. Van’s distress clutched his mind in a vice like grip and would not let go

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