It’s Saturday, which means it’s time for me to post a section of my WIP, Dark Goddess. Dark Goddess is a vampire novel about a girl who discovers in her past life, she was the very first vampire. Now, everyone wants to kill her or worship her, and she’s not sure which is worse. I hope you enjoy this snippet!
He turned and sat on the edge of the bathtub. “A stake works, but only if you get it right through the heart. A cross doesn’t kill. It’s used as defense. And it depends on the vampire. Gabriel is one of the Faithful, so crosses wouldn’t affect him.” The very idea of a cross hurting the very devout Gabriel almost made him smile.
“What’s the Faithful?”
“The Faithful are Kali’s children and those created by her children.”
She sighed and lifted one hand to her forehead in a familiar gesture. Vampires don’t get headaches, but some of Kali’s followers could try the patience of a saint. Kali of old had adopted the gesture whenever she was profoundly irritated. “And what is the difference between the Faithful and a regular vampire?”
“The Faithful follow life by the code of laws set forth by Kali in thirty-three A.D. Other vampires don’t. That is really the only difference.”
She looked at him as one would a madman. With an expression that clearly said she was regretting even thinking the question, she asked, “Anything important about the year thirty-three A.D., or did you… did she pull it out of thin air?”
“There is a significance. It’s very soon after Kali claims she met Jesus Christ.” He took a deep breath, wondering if he should utter the next blasphemous part; the part that, at one time, he had almost believed. “The man whom Kali also claims may or may not have gotten the idea for his divine birth from one of her more… earnest children.”
It only took her moment to make the connection, which heartened him. Yes, she had the memories, even if she didn’t believe them. “Gabriel.”
He nodded. “Never mix Greek slaves and devout Jewish women, you said. To which I replied…”
“Never doubt the visions of the pure, for through them the Lord often speaks.” Her eyes went wide, hands flying to her mouth as if to take back the words.
“You remember.” It wasn’t a question.
She shook her head. “No.” Her head shook again, then she said, “Isn’t that, like, an affront to your religion? Gabriel said you’re a priest. How can you believe God may have spoken to a vampire?”
“It’s no more an affront than a vampire being Catholic.”
“Gabriel was Catholic?”
He smiled at her and tested the temperature of the water. “It’s a long and complicated tale, but, yes, Gabriel considers himself Catholic. It’s how we met. His pursuit of religion brought us all together.”
“I think we have time for a long story.”
“I’ll tell you after you bathe. Here’s a change of clothes and all else you may need.” He indicated the bag he’d set on the floor. “I’ll make you something to eat.
Kali tugged at one of her matted curls. She looked so sad and lost, confused and hopeless. So unlike the confident vampire he had once known.
He wanted to comfort her. He hated that feeling.
“I’ve got first aid supplies in the other room. When you’re clean, I’ll bandage the worst of your injuries.”
“Why are you being so nice to me? You’re just going to kill me, right?”
“Yes, but not for four more days. I see no reason for you to suffer.” Then, before she could ask any more questions, Garrison left.