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“What is it, Yari?” I asked, barely being
heard.

“Heal yourself, Josiah.”

“Heal myself?”

“It’s been done before. It might work.”

I looked up at Lena.

“Please Josiah, try.” Lena whispered. “It’s
your only chance.”

I closed my eyes and placed my hands over my
stomach where most of the pain was coming from.

I felt my own body. I put my hands over my
injuries. I imagined my body healing itself.

Nothing was happening. I could heal myself
as much as I could walk on water. Walk on water? Was that it? Did I
need to submit?

Then I yelled out loud, “Please heal me.” It
was less of a command and more of a prayer. I was saying it to
whoever was in control. I may have been ‘The Chosen,’ but I wasn’t
the one in control.

Then I felt an amazing peace come over my
body. A power far greater than anything I had ever known. I could
feel my ribs tightening. I could feel my legs and arms getting
stronger. I must have had twenty broken bones in my body. Each one
hardened, each one was being rebuilt.

I was still on my back, but not for long.
Something supernatural was lifting me off the ground. I saw bright
light going through me. I was floating in midair about ten feet off
the ground. Something had taken over my body—something far greater
than myself—far greater than anything of this world.

Yari and Lena had stepped aside. I looked up
in the sky and I knew I was being blessed not by only the Triat,
but by a higher power. My entire body had been healed. Then as fast
as it happened, the light went away and I landed on the ground.

I stood up and felt taller, stronger, and
more muscular than ever before. I felt like I could eat steel. I
looked over at Goliath and Tommy. Goliath was manhandling Tommy and
had gotten a hold of the silver stake again. He didn’t waste any
time. He tried to stab Tommy in his chest, luckily he missed. He
stabbed Tommy in his right shoulder. Tommy fell backwards and
Goliath removed the stake from Tommy’s shoulder and raised the
stake over his head to pierce Tommy’s heart.

That was not going to happen. In a blink of
an eye, I flew over and kicked Goliath’s hand and the stake went
flying. I looked over at Tommy and he was really hurt.

“Get Tommy out of here!” I yelled to Yari
and Lena. Wyatt and Hector were still trapped inside the
birdcages.

I jumped on top of Goliath and grabbed him
with all my might. I held him with my hands and flew him up into
the air. He was a giant beast, but I felt stronger than ever.
Goliath punched me in the face in midair. I drop-kicked him and he
fell to the ground from twenty feet up. The bastard was so fucking
huge; he landed on his two feet.

I flew down to the ground and once again ate
shit when I hit the earth. Damn, I needed to learn how to land.
Goliath ran up to me and kicked me in the chest. I flew back five
feet.

“All right, Goliath. Just you and me, no
flying, no lead pipes. It’ll just be an old-fashioned street
fight.”

“Are you serious? You will have no chance.”
Goliath came at me with a haymaker and clocked me in my chin. I
once again fell back, but didn’t fall to the ground and that seemed
to really surprise the overgrown shithead.

I came back and kicked him in his chest.
That was as high as my high kick would reach. He fell back a couple
of steps.

“Screw it! Let’s box, motherfucker,” I said
to Goliath and I stepped up and gave Goliath multiple five-punch
combinations and landed nearly all of them. Goliath took each punch
and seemed to love to get hit, he fed off it.

We then began trading punches. I would punch
Goliath, and then his gigantic ass would punch me back. It was
almost a test to see who could handle the better punch, who could
withstand more pain. I was known for being able to take a punch,
but this was ridiculous. His fists felt like lead pipes
themselves.

We continued to battle. I hit his nose, he
hit my right eye, I hit his mouth, he hit my chin. This went on for
twenty minutes. Neither one of us would quit. This wasn’t going
anywhere. This guy tried to kill me. He tried to kill Tommy. He
hurt Lena. He deserved to die. I dug deep as I sensed Goliath
finally tiring.

“Fuck the street fight!” Goliath said,
tackling me with his enormous frame and I landed on my back, right
next to the damn silver stake. Goliath jumped on top of me. I could
see Wyatt and Hector charging him from about two hundred feet away.
Goliath and I both grabbed for the silver stake at the same time. I
got it first and rammed it directly into his heart. I struck him
with all the remaining strength I had. His entire body landed on
top of me. I pushed him off of me and he fell beside me. I rolled
over and looked him right in the eyes and said, “Surprise,
motherfucker!” It was he who would see my eyes with his last
breath. As he took his last breath, he vanished as the others had
before him. Hector and Wyatt came up on me. Hector leaned over and
helped me up.

I walked over to Tommy. He was still a
werewolf and bleeding badly. I placed my hand on my injured
friend’s shoulder and simply said, “Please heal him, too.” Suddenly
I felt a burst of heat leave my body and enter his. Tommy’s wound
had been healed. Tommy instantly transitioned back to his Carni
form.

“I should be pissed at you, Tommy,” I said.
“But I think everything that happened tonight was according to
plan.”

“You’re not the only one with visions,
Josiah,” Tommy said.

“That’s what I figured.” I hugged my best
friend.

Chapter Twenty

I was about to board my plane. I was at LAX
Airport in Los Angeles.

“You sure this is what you’re supposed to
do?” Tommy asked.

“I’m certain,” I said.

“Good luck, brother,” Tommy shook my hand.
“You sure you don’t want me to go with you? What if the blue gnome
turns out to be a weirdo?”

“I have to do this alone.”

Wyatt and Hector both came over to me and
shook my hand.

“Hey,” I said to Wyatt and Hector, “you two
look after my three favorite people in this world.” Wyatt and
Hector both looked at me, sadly. “You two are definitely fourth and
fifth,” I assured them and they both smiled. “Even though you both
tried to kill me,” I laughed. “Kidding, I am just kidding.”

I grabbed my bag and Yari came over to me.
“Hurry back, Josiah.”

“I will. I promise.” I gave Yari a giant
hug. I looked behind her and saw Lena. She was looking at me with
tears in her eyes. I dropped my bag and walked over to her. I
smiled gently and said, “I’ll be back.” Lena looked up at me. I
took my hand and wiped the tears from her eyes.

“Be safe, Josiah.”

I leaned over and kissed her on the lips. I
held her tight in my arms. I didn’t want to let her go, but I knew
I had to. At the same time we both let go. I turned around and
picked up my bag and began to board the plane.

“Josiah,” Lena called out. I turned
around.

“I love you.”

I stopped in my tracks and turned around to
face her.

“You’re my heart, Lena. Forever and
always.”

I turned and boarded the plane for
Transylvania.

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Vampire Love Story #3

Published by H.T. Night at Smashwords.com

Copyright © 2011 by H.T. Night

All rights reserved.

(Author’s note: All characters depicted in
this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.)

Dedication

I dedicate this to Pablo Lopez, a best friend
for life.

Acknowledgment

Special thanks to J.R. Rain, Margaret
Cervenkas, April M. Reign, Liz Jones and Sandy Johnston for all
their help.

Chapter One

I walked onto the airplane without a single
bag in my hand. It was going to be an eleven-hour, nonstop flight
to London. I would then need to catch a connecting flight to
Romania from London’s Heathrow Airport. I had never been out of the
country before, and a part of me was nervous about spending a lot
of hours on an airplane. I had to use a fast passport service on
the internet to make this trip happen.

I wasn’t sure how I was going to deal with
the whole sunlight predicament, as that my skin isn’t exactly
sunlight-friendly. I might have to spend a lot of time in the
bathroom, pretending to be sick.

As I walked down the aisle of the plane, I
couldn’t help but notice that the plane was unusually
empty—especially toward the back. The first eight rows were
jam-packed with passengers but there wasn’t a single person in the
last ten rows.

That is weird, really weird.

My seat was 13-F and it was near the back of
the plane. So that would mean I was going to be sitting all alone
in an enormous airplane for eleven hours. I wasn’t a huge social
butterfly, but I still craved some kind of human interaction. It
made me feel connected to my origins.

As I walked past the crammed passengers at
the front of the plane, it was apparent that all eyes were on me.
Each face I looked at seemed to be asking, ‘who is the guy going
solo to the back’?

The expression on my face must have read
that I was equally as surprised they were to be the lone passenger
in the back. As I got further down the aisle, I realized I wasn’t
the only person with a seat in the back forty. In fact, there was a
woman in her mid-twenties in my row.

Was I early? I could have sworn I was late
boarding the plane.

I stepped inside the narrow seating area,
and luckily, there was an empty seat separating us. I pulled in my
legs so the young lady and I wouldn’t bump knees. I looked down at
her face as I stepped in front of her to get to my seat. She never
once looked up at me. Apparently, she wasn’t too happy that I was
in her row.

I guess that was just too bad for her.

I sat in my seat and tried to get
comfortable. It didn’t matter that I was only one of two people in
the back of the plane; I was still having a horrible time trying to
get comfy in the ridiculously narrow rows. I adjusted my seat and
centered myself in a way that would give me the most leg room.
Finally, I was in the perfect position for maximum comfort.

“Excuse me, sir?” said a dark-haired flight
attendant. “Would you like anything?”

“Like what?” I asked, surprised.

“Something to drink,” she said, giving me a
pleasant frozen smile that had about as much sincere warmth as a
prom queen accepting congratulations at a homecoming night
crowning. Because it was expected to smile, not that she wanted
to.

“A drink, already?” I asked. “Don’t you wait
an hour or so after we leave?”

The stewardess stared blankly at me.
Apparently, she didn’t like random questions.

“Come back in an hour and I’ll let you know
if I get thirsty.” I winked at the flight attendant, and she didn’t
seem too interested in my banter. I looked over at the woman
sitting next to me and I expected some kind of reaction out of her,
but there was nothing. She seemed incredibly uninterested, almost
‘put off’ in her demeanor.

The stewardess left. I looked around and
noticed there was a movie screen on the back of the seat directly
in front of me. It had headphones connected to it.

Thank God. I could at least watch some
movies and play possibly play a game of ‘In-Flight Trivia.’

A male flight attendant stood in front of us
and mumbled his spiel on ‘safety’ into a small microphone which he
shoved up into the overhead ceiling when he was done.

I decided to lay back and enjoy the night. I
was covered up with a great deal of clothing, considering that I
had no idea when the sun would be coming up and peeking through the
jet’s windows. I was wearing jeans with Doc Marten boots. I had a
black t-shirt on underneath a black leather jacket. It was a lot of
clothes for a summer evening, but there was really nothing I could
do about it. I licked the inside of my teeth and could feel my
incisors pointed out with my tongue. I hadn’t yet had a need to
feed on blood, but I knew that would only be a matter of time.

Or was it?

It has been incredibly unusual that I hadn’t
had the same desires and need for a bloodlust survival as my Mani
counterparts. I guess I should have been happy that it hadn’t
happened yet, but there was a part of me that felt uneasy about
what had happened.

The flight attendant came by again and I
stopped her with a polite index finger in the air. When she leaned
in close and said “A drink, now, sir?” I said, “Actually, I would
like a small blanket if you have one,” trying my best to be
polite.

“A small one? We have large ones big enough
for a boy as big as you,” she said, now trying to be cute.

“Actually, I’ll take a child-size blanket,
if you have it?”

She gave me a strange look and said, “I’ll
see what I can find.”

I wanted a small blanket so that I could put
it over my head when the sun came out. The flight attendant didn’t
know why I needed it.

“It’s crazy, huh?”

Did the woman next to me just speak to me or
was she talking to herself?

I looked at the woman beside me and our eyes
met. She had blonde hair and amazing blue eyes, just the color of
the sea at Marina del Rey on a sunny day. She was wearing a light
blue blouse with white leggings. Her hair was shoulder length and
very sleek and pampered. She definitely had the kind of face you
see on the cover of women’s fashion magazines.