Remember the last time you had to give someone bad news? Imagine giving them the news that you’re a vampire! Here’s how this goes for Michael and Celie in my book, Beyond the Shadows…
Michael took a deep breath, leaned forward in his chair, and I knew whatever was coming was hard for him to say. “Okay, it’s like this. I could project my thoughts into the dreams you had because I have a curse.”
“A curse?” I laughed. “Like you-opened-a-tomb-in-Egypt curse? Like a-witch-hexed-you curse?”
“Something like that.”
“Okay… Like a werewolf’s curse?”
“Not a werewolf.”
“But we’re getting warm, here?”
“Some people would say this is all in my head, but it’s not.”
“Okay,” I drawled. He was dashing my dreams again with some psycho-sounding nonsense.
“I’m a vampire.”
I stared at him, probably a blank look on my face because I was absolutely speechless.
“There, I said it. I’ll sit here while you run away screaming. It’s fine.”
I continued to sit there, still as a statue, saying nothing at all. My brain had imploded.
“Any time now…”
“I’m sorry,” I said, shaking my head. “I must not have heard you. You said what now?”
“I’m. A. Vampire.” He punctuated each word for emphasis.
“Here we go,” he mumbled to himself before speaking up. “Alright, let’s start with this. I’m not a nut or some escaped mental patient. I have my sanity fully intact. I am not on drugs – prescription, homemade, or otherwise. And I don’t see dead people. Wait – I take that last one back.” I felt my eyes widen and my jaw drop. “But I am telling you the truth.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. This man in front of me, Michael, was telling me he was a vampire. A blood-sucking, cape-wearing, bat-transformational vampire. He sincerely believed he was this ‘creature of the night’ business – I could see it on his face. But how could I possibly believe him?
After a moment of silence on both our parts, all I could manage was two words: “Prove it.”