Death Wish: Book I (The Vamp Saga)

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Where to begin?

My story is long—infinite. Even now, time is not a factor; neither natural causes, nor sunlight, silver, wood stakes, platinum, holy water nor anything else on this earth can bring about my death. I have survived werewolf attacks, warlocks, and humans. I was once human too, but that seems an eternity ago. In reality, it has only been fifteen years. I am a young vampire, but an old one as well.

My name is Manon, and this is my story.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Autumn, 2020

Chapter One

 

“You can’t possibly be serious.”

“I am. As a heart attack. I’m telling you to stay home.”

“I can’t. Every employee has to be there. If you’re breathing, you’d better drag your sorry ass outta bed, because it is an honor to meet one so high up on the food chain, not to mention our boss and the owner of the casino.”

“Bitch, I’m tellin’ you to stay the fuck home. There are other jobs. You don’t have to kiss nasty vamp ass to get ahead, you know.”

“Goddamn it, Nico, not everyone can be as fortunate as you and work for the Russians or the French. Hell, I’d settle for working for anyone human at this point, but I don’t have a choice, and you damn well know it. So get the hell out of my way and let me go to work.”

I eyed my brother angrily, knowing he was tempted to try his warlock shit on me, but he finally relented and slumped down on the sofa in defeat.

He was very good looking, even if he was angry. If we weren’t fraternal twins and if he wasn’t gay, I might have been tempted to go there, but there are certain things you don’t do if you are a morally aware and ethical person. Sleeping with kin was high up on that list along with fraternizing with vamps, werewolves and the like.

Our world had changed, yet it had stayed the same. My favorite French quote was now even more apt: Plus ça change, plus ça la même chose. Or, if one is more partial to Italian, Giuseppe Tomasi di Lampedusa proclaims in The Leopard: “If we want things to stay as they are, everything must change.” Yes, that quote works too.

I guess life isn’t much different now than it was ten years ago, back in 2010. The only difference is that just a select few knew about vampires then, and vampires hadn’t yet received their rights.

They were crafty motherfuckers, you have to give them that much. They launched their platform and tied it inextricably to homosexual rights. Can you believe that shit? Yep, they equated themselves with gays and said their civil rights were being “trampled upon”. Who had been eating whom all these centuries? Last time I checked, vamps never gave a damn about humans except as a food source. But, like most homosexuals, they were highly intelligent, wealthy and a select minority. They thrived. They were able to grease the wheels and buy politicians, and fifty years after the Civil Rights Act of 1964 was passed, the Civil Rights Act of 2014 was a shoe-in; Congress passed the bill 401 to 99 and the Senate 98 to 2 (the two senators who hadn’t agreed didn’t live to see the year 2015). The law extended full civil rights, including marriage, to homosexuals and to vampires. Now the gay rights, I can understand—they’re human. Vampires, well, let’s just say something is definitely rotten in the state of Denmark. I mean that in a Shakespearean way, not in an “I have something against Danes” way.

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