I felt lucky that he had agreed for me to interview him. I guess he felt some sense of obligation for my bringing him to life on the pages of the series of books I had written with him as the narrator and ultimate hero.
I shivered a bit in the Canadian cold, which I knew had no effect on him. I glanced around expecting to see his mate, Nova, lurking nearby.
She’s otherwise occupied hunting prey. His words slithered through my mind and took me by surprise. I had momentarily overlooked that he could read my mind, and anyone’s thoughts.
I sat on a nearby stump so that I could be eye-level with his beautiful blue eyes that looked like a makeup artist had drawn black eyeliner around his lids.
He moved closer and sniffed the air around us. You are curious about my perspective on my adventures with my sire Brogio, are you not?
“I am obsessed with any and all things about you.” A pathetic answer but true enough.
He padded closer and sat next to me. Ask away then.
“After Brogio turned you to save your life, were you angry about your plight as a vampire?” I leaned closer as if I might miss his words.
More confused and sad than angry. I didn’t understand at first. I wanted to go home to Tommy and his parents. I couldn’t have known then the love, friendship, and loyalty that I have now with my kindred family. People think that vampires are pure evil. Yet, the very first vampire, my sire Brogio, has taught all his children to do no harm unless protecting themselves. He taught us to live off the creatures of the forest and to stay out of the way of humans.
Before I could ask another question, the great white husky bolted to his feet. His panicked thoughts prickled my brain. Nova! She’s under attack. And, with his vampire speed, he was gone.
I summoned my imagination, just as I do when I’m writing, and ran after him at a speed I didn’t realize I had in me. I skidded to a stop to see Snow Blood and Nova surrounded by four werewolves – one black, another gray, another multi-colored, and the last a reddish brown. I wiped my eyes hoping they were part of Snow Blood’s coven. Unfortunately, they weren’t.
The shifters, saliva dripping from their extended fangs, circled the two mates. Their eyes glowed blood red. The brown shifter reached out with sharp claws to take a swipe at Snow Blood only to have the wolf vampire bite off half its paw. It screamed in agony and began to foam at the mouth and go into seizure. It died before hitting the ground.
The three turned and ran.
The vampire dog whirled and sniffed his mate who licked his face with her rough tongue.
Nova stepped back and shook her heavy black, grey, and white coat. Her beautiful blue eyes cast a curious glance at me and then turned back to her mate.
Go home to safety now, my love. I will be there soon.
Rather than being obedient, Nova grew tall. I could have handled them, you know! Why did you interfere?
Because you are precious to me, and I wouldn’t want to be without you. I take no chances where those I love are concerned.
Nova shook her head, turned, and ran toward Brogio’s wine estate.
Turning back to me, Snow Blood snorted and trotted over to me. Shall we continue the interview?
“How have you become such an accomplished fighter? I mean, I know you’ve had to learn quickly since you and your family are constantly attacked by monsters that the mythological gods send after you.”
Snow Blood sat next to me. Much of it just comes from being kindred. As a vampire, I have superior strength and speed. And one of my gifts, as you know, is my deadly bite. It only takes being bitten once to die instantly. My family – Brogio, Selene, Kane, Nova, and my wolf coven - battle as a team. We all can shape shift into anything we want, so that helps as well. Let’s just say we have the team-court advantage with the gifts we all share.
"What do you care most about in this life you now live?”
My family and our friends. Perhaps you would consider them not worthy of love and loyalty, but any one of us would die for the other. I place loyalty to them above all else. It is my dog nature. They in turn have learned what love and loyalty mean. The evil that plagues us will never kill that in any of us. We have all evolved into something that I know your readers can love.
With that, he stood and gave me a last look. He licked my hand as if to say, thank you for giving life to us all. He opened his mouth in a wide grin, turned, and disappeared into the trees.
I thought how lucky I am to have found this extraordinary creature in my imagination.
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