*Today’s tale takes place during “The Vampyre Blogs – Coming Home”. You may consider it an untold tale that happened shortly before the big showdown between Nathan and the Funus-Sorbere (referred to as the Ghoul Slime in the story). Yes we intend to start giving these life forms real names in “The Vampyre Blogs – Family Ties” novel. For the record, the life form that transformed Nathan is referred to as Sangui-Sapio. This story also serves as a little prelude to one of the tales in our upcoming anthology “TVB – One Day At A Time”. So please sit back and enjoy.*
As I sit here in my study, staring into a nice blaze in the fireplace, I think I may have made a huge mistake.
All that encouragement I gave Marisa last night with the writing… what was I thinking? But it’s probably too late now. She seemed really fired up about the idea, especially with Lisa cheering her on. Any sudden change in attitude on my part would only raise a bunch of questions and self doubts, which is the last thing she needs right now. I gave her the idea about taking up writing to help keep her mind busy while we wait to hear back on her dad’s test results. But now I can’t help thinking that there may be unforeseen consequences.
Not that I don’t think she should try her hand at writing, I think she could probably become a very successful writer. She has a very keen mind and I’ve looked over some of her papers when she and Lisa have done their homework at my place. Her command of grammar and sentence structure would make any college professor weep for joy. Believe me I would know, Otto used to give me no end of grief about my writing. Mind you, I learned to write back in the 1850’s and 60’s and what was considered acceptable back then was quite another matter. Furthermore, I went to war instead of college back then. It wasn’t until 194- that I actually stepped into my first classroom and that was at a university. And that was only after Otto spent a number several years bringing my skills and knowledge up to an acceptable level, while Para-Earth hopping.
Otto… I wish he were here, he’d know how to advise me and not just because he’s at least a couple centuries older than me. Oh wait, that’s precisely why he’d know what to say right now. Sigh. My mind is all over the place tonight. Between coming back home, finding out Isabella has been around all this time apparently waiting for me, helping Richard with his drug addiction, and having to keep my secret from Penny and Marisa… it’s a miracle I’ve still got my head on straight at all.
I so want to see Isabella and talk to her, but as near as I can tell I shook her up pretty badly the night I attacked Richard. I don’t want to make the same mistake with the others, especially Marisa. She seems to have a deep dislike for anything vampire-like, which is strange because John told me in confidence they used to watch vampire films together all the time. I wonder what changed? Maybe Lisa can tell me, I’ll check with her.
“Not that any of this helps me with my main problem,” I tell myself and get up. Pacing around the room I find myself stopping to stare out the window.
Evening has fully settled in, perhaps a walk might help me work through my little dilemma. Yes, that sounds like a nice idea. I always think better when I’m out and about on my own. And then maybe I’ll come up with a good excuse to keep her away from the old locomotive on the edge of town…
TO BE CONTINUED…