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Excerpt of the Day
This is from "Between Despair and Ecstasy," as yet unpublished.
It was three days before Samil needed his help on a job. He'd driven his boss to a quiet suburb and left him. The Lincoln would be conspicuous in this land of minivans and SUVs. The phone call came and Marcus returned to retrieve his employer.
Samil sank down in the back seat, covered in blood. As they turned off the street, the house went up in an explosion.
“Dear me. Such a dreadful thing when people neglect basic furnace maintenance,” Marcus said, keeping his tone bland.
Samil glared at him. “I hate it when they turn the children.” He sighed and was silent until they reached the freeway. Marcus could only imagine the horrors Samil had faced in his life. Vampiric children had to be the least of them.
Once Marcus set the car to cruising speed, Samil sighed. “I don't understand anymore, Marcus. I was a warrior, fighting for God and my people. I slaughtered men, women and children, born and unborn, without a second thought. Every pregnant woman I sliced open was one less enemy soldier my sons would have to fight in their time to hold the Promised Land. Now, killing monsters with the faces of children distresses me. Then, I knew my work. Now, I still know my work, but it...” He trailed off and was silent rest of the way home.
“You trust me with your food. Now trust me to know what you need, sir,”Marcus said, parking the car in the garage. He held the door. “Take a shower in the small bathroom. I'll see to a hot soak.”
Samil presented himself, clean, at the door of the master bath. Marcus awaited him, clad only in a towel, beside a steaming jacuzzi. When Samil lowered himself in, Marcus did not watch. There would be time for that later. He ran soothing hands over Samil's shoulders.
“You have no anchor to this age, Samil,” Marcus whispered. “You are adrift, doing your duty but not knowing why any longer. Let me anchor you?” He kissed the hour-glass shaped birthmark on Samil's neck, just behind and under his ear.
“Caution,” Samil said, starting to get out of the tub.
“The time for caution is past.” Marcus pressed him back into the water. “The time for action is not quite yet.” He worked the worst of the knots out of the muscles in Samil's neck.
“You do have ideas, when it suits you.” Samil relaxed under his touch, sinking deeper into the tub and stretching luxuriously in the hot, bubbling wate
It was three days before Samil needed his help on a job. He'd driven his boss to a quiet suburb and left him. The Lincoln would be conspicuous in this land of minivans and SUVs. The phone call came and Marcus returned to retrieve his employer.
Samil sank down in the back seat, covered in blood. As they turned off the street, the house went up in an explosion.
“Dear me. Such a dreadful thing when people neglect basic furnace maintenance,” Marcus said, keeping his tone bland.
Samil glared at him. “I hate it when they turn the children.” He sighed and was silent until they reached the freeway. Marcus could only imagine the horrors Samil had faced in his life. Vampiric children had to be the least of them.
Once Marcus set the car to cruising speed, Samil sighed. “I don't understand anymore, Marcus. I was a warrior, fighting for God and my people. I slaughtered men, women and children, born and unborn, without a second thought. Every pregnant woman I sliced open was one less enemy soldier my sons would have to fight in their time to hold the Promised Land. Now, killing monsters with the faces of children distresses me. Then, I knew my work. Now, I still know my work, but it...” He trailed off and was silent rest of the way home.
“You trust me with your food. Now trust me to know what you need, sir,”Marcus said, parking the car in the garage. He held the door. “Take a shower in the small bathroom. I'll see to a hot soak.”
Samil presented himself, clean, at the door of the master bath. Marcus awaited him, clad only in a towel, beside a steaming jacuzzi. When Samil lowered himself in, Marcus did not watch. There would be time for that later. He ran soothing hands over Samil's shoulders.
“You have no anchor to this age, Samil,” Marcus whispered. “You are adrift, doing your duty but not knowing why any longer. Let me anchor you?” He kissed the hour-glass shaped birthmark on Samil's neck, just behind and under his ear.
“Caution,” Samil said, starting to get out of the tub.
“The time for caution is past.” Marcus pressed him back into the water. “The time for action is not quite yet.” He worked the worst of the knots out of the muscles in Samil's neck.
“You do have ideas, when it suits you.” Samil relaxed under his touch, sinking deeper into the tub and stretching luxuriously in the hot, bubbling wate