"But other vampire stories? Well, no, I really haven't read too many, and I can't say I'm crazy about romantic vampires anyway- to me the vampire is simply an evil monster." – Brian Lumley.
I never believed in Vampires. A few years ago if you had told me that I would be sitting in the kitchen of a who knows how old witches house having breakfast with an equally aged vampire and best friend who is an active descendent of the druids discussing how to save our town from the savage attacks of really cranky ancient spirits. I would have laughed. Not only that I probably would have had you committed, and I know people in that area. That was a joke. My Grandfather's attack for me was the catalyst that changed everything. Since that day nothing has been right. The death of Elena, her parents and the vampire boyfriends that followed were just icing on the already rotten cake. Before the Gilbert's death the plan was simple. Complete high school, graduate then get as far away from Fell's Church as I possibly could. That plan didn't seem likely anymore. I don't know, lately it seems like I might never leave town, alive at least. Depressing, right.
Since Elena return from France, I lost two of my best friends, one in a car crash, the other to her own stupidity. I discovered vampires existed, found out my friend hadn't died but become a creature of the night, been attacked by an evil power, I fell in love with the high school's new "history teacher", had that friend die again, been attacked by an ancient vampire and his werewolf play pal, had that friend come back to life to find that she was now some mystical force that attracted equally powerful bad guys who terrorized the local girls and kidnapped my best friend's boyfriend who we then proceeded to follow into a dark dimension to rescue disguised as slave's of a loathsome vampire and nearly die trying to escape. Good grief, it's surprising that I don't crawl into a hole and stay there by now.
It's safe to say however that I now completely and utterly believe in vampires.
I think this as I stir about eight teaspoons of sugar into my coffee, listening to Sage lay out some completely insane a plan to stop the evil anime twins. My best friend and sister Bonnie looks straight through her wild and crazy curls and smiles widely at me across the large wooden table. Bonnie turns to Sage and then back to me, "well at least it can't get any worse?"
That's when we heard someone scream.