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Alex continued to think about China and its rare beauty while he carefully applied a dark, skin-colored foundation to his face and hands to cover his paleness. It was worth the effort to prevent mortals from questioning his light skin. After checking himself in the mirror again, Alex donned his black leather overcoat, a long flowing garment that swept the floor.

  He allowed himself one last approving glance in the mirror, grabbed his briefcase off his dresser, and left the room.

  He opened the garage door and sighed with pride. The room glimmered with glossy paint and shiny chrome from the many vehicles. He chose his orange ’69 Mustang, because he wanted to stop at the church before the meeting, but he didn’t have much time to spare. He slipped into the driver’s seat, set his briefcase on the seat beside him, and then, with the turn of the key, the car came to life. After he backed out of the garage, he shut the doors with a remote and roared his way out of the long driveway.

  At that hour of night, the pine-tree-lined streets were deserted. Alex liked that. Living outside the city, between Reno and Lake Tahoe, gave him more privacy. Although it was raining, he opened his window halfway to let in the fresh scent of the rain-washed earth.

  When he approached the city, he took in the view of the lights. For Alex, each time was like the first time. The lights were like beacons, calling to him, enticing him. For that matter, he thought the lights were like vampires, deceivingly beautiful, alluring, and full of promise.

  Until you’re bitten, he thought.

  Unable to help himself, he chuckled and continued the drive into the city. Traffic there was crazy compared to the lonely streets near his home. Among the multitude of hotels and casinos dominating the city, he kept his focus on the Lucas Hotels and Casinos—the massive towers stood tall and proud—while he drew closer to them.

  He passed the exit and kept going for a few miles until he came to a stop in front of a large brick church. He parked the car, ran through the rain, and ascended the cement stairway. Alex found the church deserted and locked, as it always was that time of night.

  Taking out his set of lock picks, he thought about the old days when churches were never locked. They were always open for the public whenever someone needed to be close to God.

  Upon entering, he felt a presence; not God, but something else.

  Danielle.

  She had always had a habit of following him when she was invisible. Although he knew she was there, he rarely let on. He couldn’t think of any reason why she would want to keep herself secret from him, since she knew he would tell her anything she wanted to know. Besides, she could read minds.

  Although the bricks muffled the sound of the rain, its presence was evident. It drizzled down the outside of the multicolored stained glass windows.

  It’s like they are melting, Alex thought as he stared at them.

  An aisle separated two sets of pews, and at the far end of the church, behind the podium and the large choir section, was the baptismal area.

  Following his usual ritual, Alex knelt in front of the podium at a short wooden table that, without fail, held a fresh flower arrangement. It also held a large leather-bound Bible, always opened to the same verse: John 3:16.

  Alex lowered his head and spoke aloud to the empty church, his voice echoing in the darkness. “Lord, forgive me. I have sinned. I live a life of sin. Yet, you let me live. Again and again, I ask how that can be. How is it that you could let something as evil and corrupt as I live on this earth and walk with the humans you created?"

  He dropped his head lower.

  “I still don’t understand a lot of things you have shown me, Lord. I'm depressed. I've never asked for anything from except guidance and strength, but it's time I humbly ask, just this once, for you to bless me with something to give me the will to go on.”

  A clap of thunder shook the walls of the church.

  “This depression has become too great. I can barely rise from sleep when the sun sets. None of the hobbies that previously occupied me so well interest me anymore.”

  Alex paused and took in a deep, shuddering breath.

  “I would never try to bargain with or demand anything from you. I would never be so bold as to assume I'm owed anything. All I ask is for some kind of meaning to this life, or after-life; whatever you wish to call it.

  “I need a reason to persevere. After all, I no longer have a family. The only thing I have, besides a few friends, is the everlasting torment of being one of the most unholy creatures to walk this earth.

  “Please hear me and consider the needs of one of your servants. Thank you. Thank you so much for everything you have given me. I would do anything for you. I am yours in all ways, and I am yours in everything.

  “In Jesus’s precious name, Amen.”

  When Alex rose from his knees, contentment flowed through his veins and filled him up. He felt the same every time he prayed.

  A moment later, he rushed out the door, stopping only to relock it like he always respectfully did.

  ***

  “Do you think he’s ready?” Damion asked.

  “He’s past ready,” Danielle murmured while she slipped off her perch on the railing that separated the choir area from the rest of the church. “Damion, his depression has to end.”

  She felt Damion follow her to the front pew, on the right side of the aisle. She wanted to sit so she could see the altar.

  He sat next to her. “I know Alex was chosen for this, but how do we know it will cure his depression? It could end this present situation, but begin another lengthy and dangerous one. How do we know this will not be the straw that breaks the camel’s back?”

  Danielle smiled. “I have known Alex for almost four hundred years. Even though he thinks he is dammed, he keeps his faith in God, and that, my dear friend, is the strongest kind of faith there is.”

  “So he’ll do it?”

  “He has yet to decide.”

  “I hope it goes the way we've planned.”

  “So do I, Damion, so do I.”

  “Why do you always come here to watch him pray? Don’t you think that’s like invasion of privacy or something?”

  “I am his guardian.”

  “You were, when he was a human. He hasn’t been mortal for a long time. I know enough to know you aren’t required to be with him at all times.”

  “That’s true, but his prayers are a most important time for me to be with him.”

  “Why?”

  “He’s convinced God doesn’t hear his prayers. That’s why he comes here almost every night. He could go on living a sinful life, believing he is dammed anyway, but he doesn’t. It's vital he has some reinforcement of his faith in God. I know he feels me here.”

  Damion shook his head. “We'd better get to the meeting. I'll see you there."

  Damion left. Danielle didn't want to leave the church. She looked up at the large cross on the wall above the baptismal. “Come on, Big Guy. His time to shine is finally here, so let’s show him how much you really have in store for him.”

  She reluctantly stood, walked back down the aisle, and moved transparently through the tightly locked doors.

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  Other Books by Jennifer Malone Wright

  Savior (A Higher Collective Novel)

  Once Upon a Zombie Apocalypse – Jade (Always free)

  Once Upon a Zombie Apocalypse: Episode 2

  The Vampire Hunter’s Daughter Part 1

  The Vampire Hunter’s Daughter: Part 2

  The Vampire Hunter’s Daughter Part 3

  The Vampire Hunter’s Daughter: Part 4

  The Vampire Hunter’s Daughter: Part 5

  The Vampire Hunter’s Daughter: Part 6

  The Vampire Hunter’s Daughter: The Complete Collection

  (All six parts a total of 72,000 words)

  The Arcadia Falls Chronicles is The Vampire
Hunter’s Daughter story continued

  Love & War (The Arcadia Falls Chronicles 1)

  Taking Talon (The Arcadia Falls Chronicles 2)

  About the Author

  Jennifer Malone Wright is best known for her short story series, The Vampire Hunter’s Daughter. Other works include the follow up to The Vampire Hunter’s Daughter series called The Arcadia Falls Chronicles and her vampire novel called The Birth of Jaiden. Jennifer also co-authors a series called Once Upon a Zombie Apocalypse.

  She resides in the beautiful mountains of northern Idaho with her husband and five children where she practices preparing for the zombie apocalypse. Just kidding!

  But seriously, between the craziness of taking care of her children, Jennifer has little time left for herself. The time she does have left, usually leading far into the night, is spent working on her beloved fiction or chatting with her equally crazy friends.

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