My Vampire and I Vol 3: Blood Resurrection (20 page)

“So,” Roger asked, as we settled onto the couches in the palazzo’s large and luxurious salon. “How do you suppose the Vatican’s going to explain what went down tonight?”

 

“Not without difficulty,” Marcus replied with a wry smile. “Obviously, there can be no statement from the Vampire Council. The Vatican press will have to invent a story to cover the Pope’s disappearance.”

 

“It’ll take someone with imagination to issue a viable press release,” I said, hugging Pietro to my side. I was just glad that all of us had escaped unscathed. “Perhaps now Cardinal Firenze will be made Pope—a far better choice than before.”

“Do you think they’ll let us have our jobs back?” Pietro asked, kissing my cheek.
“We can only enquire,” I replied. “I would like to continue my research.”

“So, now that Constantine has your blood, Marcus…” Roger, whom Marcus had told me always had many questions, was asking yet another. “And Gustav shared blood with Micah, where does that leave them? Are they gonna live forever or start sprouting fangs?” Marcus sighed and rolled his eyes at me then leaned over and kissed Roger on the cheek. “No, they won’t live forever. They’ll live longer than most, perhaps, but they definitely won’t sprout fangs. I thought I had explained that part to you.”

“Yeah, you did. I was just hoping—not the fangs so much, but I’d like to think Gustav will be around forever. He’s a sweet guy. I’m not so sure about Constantine, though. Demons can be a real pain.”

 

“I think they will be just fine,” Marcus said. “If anyone can make Constantine forget his demonic ways, it’s Gustav.” He paused for a moment. “There is still one problem, however.”

“Oh?” Roger looked at him expectantly.
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“When Joseph and I were face to face with Pius, I sensed something lurking in the back of his mind.”
“Like what?”
“That he was not the one who would attempt to rule the world. That he was merely the forerunner of he who would come after.” “You mean there is another demon out there ready to take his place?” I asked, a kind of horror pricking at my mind.
“Oh, shit,” Roger muttered.

“I’m not completely sure,” Marcus replied. “What I got from his mind was vague. He was trying to conceal it from me, of course. But there was something there.”

“Then we must always be on our guard,” I said. “Whoever succeeds Pius, must be scrutinised with great care.”
“I don’t think it will be the next Pope,” Marcus murmured, as though thinking aloud.
“Pius should not have died so quickly, and have you ever wondered why he had a son?”
“Constantine?”
“Oh, shit!” Roger yelled. “And you just gave him the kiss of life!”
“But that put him in Marcus’ thrall,” Pietro said quietly.
Roger grinned. “Right…”
“So if he was not aware of his destiny while his father was alive,” I ventured, “it is now unlikely that he ever will be.”

“Marcus,” Roger said with awe and love colouring his voice, “You are the man. Do you realise what you’ve done? You’ve saved the world from the Antichrist!” Marcus smiled modestly. “You mean, from one who might purport to be—”

“Whatever!” Roger kissed him soundly on the mouth. “You are most definitely my hero!”
After our good-natured laughter had subsided, I looked around the salon. “Where are Joseph and Micah?”
Roger gave me lewd wink. “They had to find a room,” he said, still chuckling. “All that blood got them horny.”
“Ah, young love,” Marcus sighed. “There’s nothing quite like it.” Blood Resurrection
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“Hmm…” Roger nudged him in the ribs. “I seem to remember this place has a bunch of bedrooms.”
“Oh yes,” Marcus agreed. “At least, seven or eight…”

“Let’s go.” Roger jumped to his feet and pulled Marcus off the couch with an amazing show of strength. That young vampire was a constant surprise. “You deserve a hero’s reward,” he said. “And I know exactly how to honour you!” Wrapped in each other’s arms, they left us, after bidding us a goodnight.

Pietro turned to me. “Young love…does that mean we’re too old?”
“Only if you consider six hundred to be too old,” I said.

“Huh. That means Marcus is three times older than you, and he fairly flew out of here with Roger. I think we could show them a thing or two.” I chuckled. “We could, but let’s keep that thing or two to ourselves, shall we?” He fell into my arms giggling. “I love you, my vampire. Now, how do we find an empty bedroom?”

About the Author
J.P. Bowie was born in Scotland and toured British theatres in numerous musical shows including Stephen Sondheim’s Company.

Emigrated to the States and worked in Las Vegas, Nevada for the magicians Siegfried and Roy as their Head of Wardrobe at the Mirage Hotel. Currently living in Henderson, Nevada.

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J.P. loves to hear from readers. You can find his contact information, website and author biography at
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