Don't Talk Back To Your Vampire by Michele Bardsley

Author:Michele Bardsley
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub, pdf
Tags: Horror & Ghost Stories
Published: 2010-05-18T17:55:31.683000+00:00

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Four large cherrywood tables with matching chairs were scattered here and there. All the tables had open books on them—as if a hurried scholar couldn't be bothered to shelve the tomes. Curious, I looked at the books on the table nearest to me. Nearly all of them covered various topics about ancient Egyptian culture. I peered down at the pages of the open text. O you who take away hearts and accuse hearts, who re-create a man's heart (in respect of) what he has done, he is forgetful of himself through what you have done. Hail to you, lords of eternity, founders of everlasting!

It nearly sounded like an appeal to a vampire. I looked at the cover: Ancient Egyptian Book of the Dead . Ah. An appeal to ancient gods—not to the fanged ones. I returned the book to its original position. The other hardbacks on the table included subjects about Seth, the god of chaos, ancient Egyptian spells, and one about the lost world of the Sudan. The Consortium had archaeologists in the Sudan trying to dig up a temple. I knew it had something to do with the origins of the taint—and maybe even finding the cure. While the vampire disease had existed for as long as vampires had walked the earth, it had seen a resurgence in recent years, becoming almost plaguelike in its duration and intensity. The Consortium, the Wraiths, and even the Council of Ancients had been affected by the illness and all were searching for a way to stop it.

Rumor had it that the leader of the Wraiths might've unleashed the disease into parakind simply as a method of biological warfare. It seemed Ron wanted more than just to wipe out the Consortium—he wanted to wipe out the Ancients, too. But his plan must've backfired somehow. All vampires were affected by the disease, even the Wraiths.

Creeped out by the idea of such a terrible disease, I returned my attention to the library. On the left side was a huge stone fireplace. Two red velvet wingback chairs sat in front of the fireplace; each had a matching red velvet footstool. I walked to one of the chairs and ran my palm over it. Soft and worn. Probably original furniture. Each chair had an oval cherrywood side table with a tall lamp, tilted at the right angle for reading.

I couldn't resist the idea of sitting in one of these chairs and whiling away the evening reading books. What else was I supposed to do? Usually I was at the Broken Heart library, tending to all the tasks there. My daughter was exploring a big, spooky house with a potential boyfriend. My friends were checking each other's nonexistent breath. Yet I still felt guilty about curling into a comfy chair and indulging my reading obsession. I looked up, up, up at all the books. When would I ever have another opportunity to enjoy this place?

Giddy, I decided to wander along the walkway and see what treasures awaited me there.

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