My Vampire and I Vol 3: Blood Resurrection by J. P. Bowie

Author:J. P. Bowie [Bowie, J. P.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781907010934
Amazon: 1907010939
Publisher: Total-E-Bound Publishing
Published: 2009-08-18T12:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

Constantine

For as long as I had been with the Master, his indulgences could still surprise and shock me. It seemed he cared nothing for what others might think, and indeed, even his most outrageous remarks and actions were greeted with a kind of bland acceptance by the Vatican hierarchy. His powers had grown at an alarming pace, and it seemed he could bestow his will on any man or woman he deemed worthy of his attention. His physical personality was immense, immediately changing forever the way he addressed the faithful. The stuffy pontificating that the Vatican speech writers handed him would, after he had glanced at them, be thrown away, and he would deliver his message with a flamboyant eloquence that had his listeners riveted to his every word.

He preferred to bed women, but it had never been beyond him to use a man in this way if it benefited him. He could, to echo some ancient quote, charm the birds off the trees. Few, if any, stood up to oppose him, and certainly, no one dared a face-to-face confrontation. International magazines, eager to give him rock-star status, spread his smiling image across the covers of their weekly or monthly issues, declaring that at last the world had a Pontiff who could really reach the masses and who could bring people, especially the young, back to the Church, excited to hear the word of God. If only they knew, I thought, flipping through the pages of the ItalianPeoplemagazine as I sat in an outside bistro I had become fond of during my relationship with Gustav. The interviews Pius had so freely given were, of course, fabrications. Obviously, he could not tell the truth. The fact that this was the second time he had been elected Pope, the first being some five hundred years ago, might just cause a stir!

If only they knew, I thought again. If only they could see what lurked beneath that smooth and smiling façade. That monster that sat impatiently waiting within him, ready to unsheathe its claws and rend the hearts from those who dared opposed it. The monster that had created me from its own sperm…my Father.

Blood Resurrection

J.P Bowie

71

I sighed and tossed the magazine to one side. Nothing I did could help eliminate the feeling of despondency that swept over me each time I thought of Gustav. Every day, I longed to call him, to waylay him on some pretext or another. I looked up as a shadow fell across the table.

“Gustav…” I gasped out my surprise at seeing him, standing there.

“Constantine.” He neither smiled nor inclined his head in greeting but stood stock still, his piercing blue-eyed stare making me tremble with longing. “Please sit,” I said. “How are you?”

He sat, but his expression remained cold. “If you really wanted to know the answer to that, you would have called me,” he said. “Gustav… I am so sorry—”

He held up his hand to silence me. “Please… It’s a little late for all that. And besides, I don’t believe for one moment that you’re sorry.

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