The Vampire from Hell Returns - The Vampire from Hell (Part 4) (Sample)

Prologue

When I sat down to write this blog entry, what you are about to read now, it was extremely tough to finish. That's why I struggled completing it. In the end, I had to enlist the help of a ghost writer. (That may sound like a joke, I guess.) 

But , for some of us, going home is a difficult journey because we learn more about ourselves than the people who stayed behind. With this experience, I had to lock myself in a room, sitting at my keyboard and just typing the words on my laptop screen, like I was on a very crazy, very scary ride at the fair. Then I ripped it all up, and began again, and again, and again. That's why I want to apologize now and tell you up front that I am okay. I'm finally okay. In the course of your reading, you may forget I told you that fact. You may even forget that I said I'm dead. The very smart readers will wonder: How can she be writing if she's dead? We'll get to that. [Insert wink here.] 

Over the span of my downtime, forced downtime I might add, I've re-read some parts of the story and I'm still amazed at what I had to do as one of J's big 'training exercises' for me, what ultimately happened, what I didn't understand at the time. Anyways, don't freak out over this entry. It's one of the more insane adventures I have shared with you. Just remember, we're in this together and I've got your back. 

Also, I need to briefly mention that sometimes, in the grand scheme of things, life throws us challenges we didn't know we could conquer until we actually do. I've thought about that over and over the last few months because being a vampire is far more complicated than I ever would have expected. Being a vampire, especially the type I am now, if I can phrase it that way, is a full-time responsibility and something I have to take very seriously. I'm a creature typically thought of as evil and I fight for the good guys (Angels), instead of the bad guys (Demons). And I know now that sometimes it comes with sacrifices. 

Additionally, I'm a maker now. I realize that means I am a big sister or mother figure to my fledglings. You may be wondering actually how old I am. Really I don't get wrapped up in the age discussion because usually I can't walk up to a god or angel and inquire how old they are. And I don't want to bring light to the fact that I am not many decades old in human years. You start to learn quickly that among celestial beings, age is meaningless. It's a human thing. I hate to say that, but it's true. 

Anyways, 'it is what it is,' as my best friend, Lynn would say and I can't be guilty about who I have made into vampires, or what others have been made as a result of drinking my blood. 'It's all part of the greater plan' as J would also say. Hopefully, he would say that. 

Either way, being a maker now means I'm ultimately responsible for all of them. No one told me that. Not that there were any experienced vampires around to tell me. Not that I had my father to teach me, or would have wanted him to teach me anything. I don't think of my father, Satan, as a great role model. That's why having J as a guide or mentor has been a plus for me. Somehow he just knows a lot about 'supernatural beings.' His advice on how to be a smart, yet kind teacher has helped me a great deal with Grace. He'd probably argue that it's the other way around, that he's learned things from me. But I don't think that is the case really. J is the mysterious one, not me. 

Grace is the second person I made. Really she's the first because I don't count Michael's drinking my blood without my knowledge, but J does, and the Council does, so I understand their point. I now understand that turning a person into a vampire doesn't have to be an up-close and personal experience. Well maybe it does if you consider having a glass of wine among friends a way to turn someone into a fanger. It simply has to be with a person whose system can the handle the intensity of my blood. 

Grace, oddly enough, did survive and she has proven to be an excellent vampire. We have become good friends, despite the rocky beginning we had. She is now romantically involved with my ex-boyfriend, Demetri, whom you have heard me refer to as Death in my writings. He's the Angel of Death, so it fits him. I didn't know until recently that he doesn't like being called Death. Go figure. We dated for a few years and I'm just now hearing this. 

I am good friends with him too, as I am with most of my past lovers, so that didn't sit well with Grace in the beginning. I seem to have several people in my life who want to look after me. (I didn't always realize that fact. I do now.) It's like having a set of friends who essentially become your real family, the ones who put you back together when you fall apart. They are the people who would do anything for you even if you aren't related by blood. Maybe that means something for me as a vampire, but I think that's true for some humans I know too. So yes, my blood isn't the only type coursing through my veins, and that's fine by me. Let's leave that statement alone for now. 

As I was saying, when I want to get an attitude about being Miss Independent and bite someone's head off, I try to remember that I'm very lucky to have my friends in my life. For example, you wouldn't expect a vampire to have a werewolf for a best friend, but I do. Blick is my rock, and he's quick to remind me when I'm getting out of line. 

Vampires aren't loved in some parts of the world. Some think we are one step above zombies on the monster evolution ladder which I think is unfair because some zombies I know are nice people. I easily forget the misconceptions out there, but at the same time, I try not to hold any animosity towards anyone's ignorance. One day, people may be happy that vampires, like me, exist. As Michael and Blick have said to me, the war is coming. And while I don't want to think about that, even now, I know it's probably true so we have to be ready. 

I'm trying to get beyond the fact that I am a vampire forged out of Hell. Maybe I should ask J's PR team about that, but I digress...again. As many of you know, I was turned when I was forced to drink my father's blood. And yes, while I would love to say it's not true, Satan, also known as the fallen angel Lucifer, is my father. Hmmph. I roll my eyes at that notion. You know what I mean. It sickens me to think about it. If it sickens you too, I understand. Don't hold that technicality against me. He was never a true father in any sense of the word. I say this as I raise one eyebrow at my laptop screen and momentarily flash my fangs for any onlookers. It's a new adventure every day being a daughter of Satan. Sometimes I'm slammed before I even open my mouth. You've read my blog entries. You understand. 

That 'flashing my fangs' comment may startle you, but don't worry about me being discovered as a vampire in my current setting. I'm not among humans on Earth while I type this. Remember I told you I am dead? 

Yes, some days my life as a vampire isn't all that glamorous. Other days? It's more excitement than I bargained for, but writing my blog is an outlet I enjoy. It keeps me sane. It keeps me grounded. Most importantly, it keeps me in touch with you. With publishing my stories online, you get to hear about it too. Trust me. The day may come when you'll be glad of that fact. 

For now, this next segment is about when I returned home, hoping to save two of my friends, Ashton and Lynn from my sister's clutches and the aftermath that followed. I like to call this part my trip to Hell and back. Pardon the pun. I hope you like this installment. If you do, check me out at my blog for more parts. Oh yeah, I have a website - http://thevampirefromhell.com 

~stay safe out there 

Rayea 

Destination Unknown.

DEDICATION:

I'd like to thank @CatherineWolffe for her help revising this installment. She read every chapter as soon as I had each written. Her feeedback was invaluable. Catherine writes western romance and paranormal romances. Check out her stories here on Wattpad at http://www.wattpad.com/user/CatherineWolffe