by Ally Thomas
BLOOD OF THE GODS
(The Vampire from Hell: Part 5)
By Ally Thomas
Copyright 2013-2014 Ally Thomas
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Books by Ally Thomas
The Vampire from Hell (The Beginning: Part 1)
A Vampire among Angels (The Vampire from Hell: Part 2)
A Vampire on Vacation (The Vampire from Hell: Part 3)
The Vampire from Hell Returns (The Vampire from Hell: Part 4)
Blood of the Gods (The Vampire from Hell: Part 5)
Fanged Love: The Prequel
Love Begins in Hell (The Moon Journals: Part 1)
Vampire Tears (A Collection of Poetry)
Also Available by Ally Thomas
The Vampire from Hell (Parts 1-3): The Volume Series
The Vampire from Hell (Parts 1-4): The Volume Series
The Vampire from Hell (Parts 1-5): The Volume Series
Table of Contents
Dedication
Acknowledgments
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Fanged Love:
Character List
About the Author
Books by Ally Thomas
Dedication
To my sister who has the patience of a saint to put up with me
To my friend Kellie who is just an email away
To my readers who are forever ready to read my next story
Acknowledgments
I’d like to thank all my new readers on Wattpad. Getting Parts 1-3 of my series featured on Wattpad last summer was a wonderful experience for me. And to my beta readers, Yvonne, Jan, Agnese, Cheryl, Karianne, Danielle, Nikki, Stephanie, thank you for all your suggestions, edits, and comments.
BLOOD OF THE GODS
(The Vampire from Hell: Part 5)
By Ally Thomas
Copyright 2013-2014 Ally Thomas
Author’s Note: Rayea, the Vampire from Hell is missing and presumed dead. It’s been a year since any of her friends have heard from her. In this installment, I explored adding new voices from characters in the series so you can just jump right in and learn about Rayea, the Vampire from Hell from her friends’ points of view. Don’t be surprised if you hear from Rayea too.
If you are new to the series, be sure to read the Character List (at the end of the book) for a brief synopsis of several main characters. While it is extremely helpful, it is not essential that you have read the previous installments before reading this one. To learn more, go to www.allythomas.com.
About Blood of the Gods (The Vampire from Hell Part 5)
Rayea, the Vampire from Hell, has been missing a year and presumed dead. In the fifth installment of the Vampire from Hell series, it’s open season on the Ancient Council. Angels and gods alike are being systematically wiped out. Only one person can save them, the Vampire from Hell, but how can Rayea do that when she doesn't recall who she is and none of her friends can find her?
Chapter 1
Grace’s Diary
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“The price of inaction is far greater than the cost of making a mistake.” ~ Meister Eckhart
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September 2. Early Morning.
As I poured myself a second cup of coffee and jotted down a few notes in my diary, I tried not to notice that Blick was staring at the calendar. Since Rayea’s disappearance, he had been staying with us, Demetri and me. Being a wolf god with the werewolf curse in his blood, Blick had an anger management problem and had a tendency to break stuff first and apologize later. When he was angry, he seemed to be taller than his stature of seven feet. Blick was an attractive man with a muscular body, amazing gold eyes, and a strong, confident air about him.
His fits of rage were commonplace now. Some days, my vampire sense helped me read him. On days like this when he was in a dark and brooding mood, it did not matter that I knew what he was about to do before he did it.
“You know what day it is?” he asked. He ripped the calendar off the wall and shredded it into a million pieces. “I’m not sure how much longer I can do this.”
I scribbled down a note to get a new calendar in my diary, ripped the page out, and stuffed it into my jeans pocket. Had Blick not said it aloud, maybe I would not have thought about it. I had been up since about 3 am after returning from hunting.
Silently in my head, I agreed with Blick. Forgetting what had happened today (a year ago) wasn’t a possibility, for me, for any of us. I said the lie to my fragmented brain anyways. My heart was bleeding. So was Blick’s. Rayea had been missing one year to the day, to this date on the calendar and we had not stopped looking for her. None of us had. Blick. Lynn. Demetri. We all wanted her back, at any cost. We all believed she was not dead. We all believed a Vampire from Hell could not die, could not truly die, not this vampire anyways. I was holding out for the notion that I would get to see my maker again. I desperately wanted to confess my sins to another vampire who would understand. Rayea had committed her list of sins so she would have advice for me, something a maker could comfort her fledgling with. I wanted a conversation like that with her, just once.
As Blick deposited the torn calendar into the recycle bin, I asked him, “Would she give up on you if you were presumed dead, Bl
ick? Would she?” Having recently re-read her journal entries again, I wanted to tell Blick what I had read. Instead, I hesitated. I recalled the time Rayea (pronounced “RAY – ahh”) had talked about Blick almost going dark, almost being sucked into the world of evil by her father, Satan. He tempted all mortals and immortals with the darkness, and she had saved Blick from it. She had pulled him back from the edge. Okay along with the help of a blood god, but still. I knew how much Blick loved her. It was written on his face, every anniversary of every month on this day we had all faced it together, every second of every day when the second of the month rolled around.
He smiled at me with a bit of kindness in his tawny gold eyes and shook his head. His dark bangs fell in his eyes. He brushed them away and turned around quickly. I saw the tears surface in his eyes before he stomped out of the room. A loud crash made me jerk a bit. I wasn’t sure if it was fear of rooming with a wolf god or too much caffeine. I opted it was the second reason and wondered what new item I would have to order online now. I’d find out later.
Actually, I understand Blick’s rage. The longer we waited and hoped for Rayea’s return, the angrier he became. I felt every bit of it as well. However, I did not show it. Rayea was important to me too. I had no idea I would lose my maker so soon and I was determined beyond any force in the universe against me to find her and bring her back. I may be her first fledgling vampire she created and that may mean that I was obsessed with finding her. I wasn’t the only one. I kept that glow of hope burning in my heart for her. When she had turned me, I had not wanted to live. I had stabbed myself many times in an effort to end my life. I could not go on with the abuse my ex-boyfriend, Nathan lavished upon me. I had given up. I had decided to end it all. Then Demetri had walked into my life.
Now, because of Demetri, an Angel of Death who refused to take me over and because of Rayea, the vampire who turned me, I loved life. I really did! I enjoyed every day of my second chance. I enjoyed being with a man who loved me. And I wanted to be the vampire she would want me to be, a vampire who did the right thing, who saved the innocent from the evil out there, and who stood up for those who could not stand up for themselves. Okay, maybe I stumbled now and then, but everything I had done in the past months had all been for Rayea. Correction, over the past twelve months. The date hit me square in the chest. Had it really been a year since she had disappeared? I wanted to jump on my bike and go speeding off into the night. I could not believe it. Had it truly been that long? I wanted her back. As the days had turned into months, I refused to believe she was certainly dead. Even though we had not heard anything, I refused to admit it to anyone that our hope was fading. I refused to give up on getting her back. Lynn, Rayea’s best friend, and I constantly thought of plans to find her. In the beginning, we would present them to the guys. Later on, when Blick disagreed with every idea as he usually did and Demetri sided with him, we did not bring the subject up anymore. Lynn searched the internet for any sign of chatter about ‘the Vampire from Hell’ and I went out each night and searched the streets.
Demetri, my boyfriend of eighteen months, had been Rayea’s boyfriend. He was her ex now, but they had remained the best of friends after they broke up, a fact I did not approve of when Demetri and I first started dating, and I had been turned. For a few months, I was mad with hunger, anger, excitement, delight, and fury. Many of my emotions escalated to the highest intensity levels you can imagine. I fought hard to control my thirst, and had it not been for Demetri, I probably would not have made it.
Once I realized Blick was Rayea’s ultimate love, her soul mate, even though she could not admit it, I let the jealously go. It did not matter that neither of them had declared their love to one another yet. I believed it and so did Demetri. We both wanted Blick and Rayea to be happy together. I think that realization in the end is what made me understand what I must do. Demetri had told me once that he guessed Rayea needed Blick like he needed me.
Knowing that the guys wouldn’t approve of the idea, Lynn and I had gathered up Rayea’s blog entries and had published her online journal at http://www.thevampirefromhell.com as a book. We did this four months after she vanished. Eight months later, a book called The Vampire from Hell was now a bestseller. It was taking on a life of its own. It did not matter that the author was missing, presumed dead. That only added to the mystery. An author who thought she was a vampire turned by her father, Satan. The people ate it up. And too, they finally learned that vampires do exist. At least, the people who read the book know this fact. The others. Well, they can learn that on their own.
Some vampires, like what Rayea is and what I am, are day walkers. We can walk among humans undetected. We also can shoot flames from our hands. We are flame-throwing vampires. It sounds comical really, but it’s a nice skill to have when shit goes down in an alley, as Rayea would say, and you're standing face to face with some demon from Hell or a creature who has snakes streaming out of their head.
The snake for hair person? That would be Rayea’s sister, Stephanie, who also calls herself the New Medusa. She died in the fight she had with Rayea that night at Max’s bar. We hope that to be true. No one has heard from her either. I did not share with Demetri that I did want to meet Rayea’s sister, Stephanie again. I had my own reasons, but I kept that to myself. I had not told him everything. However, I had told Rayea. She wrote about it in her journal. I suppose being the first person she made into a vampire would warrant a whole chapter to be written about him or her. At the same time, Demetri will be angry with me when he reads it. As time marches on, I did not realize how much I have appreciated her words. That’s probably why I re-read her writings over and over. They are a comfort to me when other things fall short. I will flip to that passage she wrote about me and add it here now.
Author’s Note: To meet Grace when she decided to leave Nathan, you can read Fanged Love: The Prequel which is included in this book.
Chapter 2
Dead Girl (Rayea’s Journal)
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“We fear violence less than our own feelings. Personal, private, solitary pain is more terrifying than what anyone else can inflict.” ~ Jim Morrison
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Told by Rayea and from her previous online journal (originally published in the chapter named ‘Dead Girl’ in A Vampire on Vacation (The Vampire from Hell Part 3).
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“She has to wake up. Rayea. Rayea. RAYEA!”
I opened one eye and felt the soft surface of my down comforter beneath me. My phone was vibrating in my back pocket. I fumbled for it and pulled it from my jeans. Holding it up, I saw a photo of Ashton as the vampire character, Ron Maxwell, sneering at me. A call from Lynn.
Someone slapped my iPhone from my hand and it bounced across the bed.
“That thing has been ringing nonstop. Who is Lynn for god’s sake?”
Death’s voice was frantic. He was obviously frustrated with me for sleeping most of the day. I assumed it was close to nightfall because the sunlight coming in from the white sheer curtains in my bedroom had been replaced by the warm golden glow of streetlamps.
“You may want to be nice to her if you want her help with this situation, Demetri.”
“Situation?” I mumbled, attempting to push myself into the pillows lining the headboard of my bed.
Michael stood on one side of the bed while Death, or Demetri, as was his formal name, glared at me from the other side.
“What situation?”
Both of them pointed to a curly red-haired woman who had collapsed in one of the Queen Anne wingback chairs I had moved from the living room. Her long hair covered her face and her stomach was completely soaked in blood. [This would be me, Grace.]
“She looks like she’s dead. This isn’t my department, guys. I think it’s yours,” I replied, pointing my iPhone at Death. Twenty-two missed calls from Lynn. Shit. I had missed our lunch. “I’ve got to get going,” I said, bouncing off the bed. “Have either of you guys heard from Blick?”
As
Michael and Death knelt down, examining the dead girl, they both paused and glanced at each other. Death returned to holding the girl’s hand, whispering to her. Michael slowly stood up and faced me. “Why, what have you heard?”
“I haven’t heard anything. I dreamed he was sick. That’s all. Is he okay?”
“Ohhhh, the Ra blood. I told you it would be intense. I’m sure Blick is fine. I need to be getting back anyway. I’ll tell him to text you. Okay?” Michael blew me a kiss accentuating his new smug vampire demeanor. Excuse me, angelic vampire. He then nudged Death’s shoulder. “Can you walk me out, man?”
I probably should have been more nervous than I was when I saw both angels acting weird, especially with Michael asking Death to walk him out. But it didn’t dawn on me at the time as to what it really meant. I assumed having a girl dying in my bedroom was reason enough for their odd behavior. Was she dead?
Carefully I approached the girl and smoothed her hair away from her face. She had beautiful, long lashes, high cheek bones, lush lips, and very pale skin probably because she had lost a great deal of blood. I felt her wrist for a pulse. It was very weak. Not a good sign.
I managed to unbutton her flannel shirt as far as her bra line and spread open her shirt. When I sliced away the soaked bandages with my long nails, I discovered she had probably 10 or 15 knife wounds. A few were very deep.
I sighed. “Who did this to you?”
“I think she did it to get back at her boyfriend.” Death pulled up the straight back chair that had been at my writing desk in front of the window. Crossing his long legs and peering down at her wounds, he added, “Her thoughts are confusing, but that’s about all I can get. ‘Nathan will pay for this.’ That’s what she keeps saying.”
“What do you propose we do?” I asked glancing at him. He had removed his light gray leather jacket and tossed it on the bed. One side of his dark T-shirt was drenched with blood.
