The Disciple and Other Stories of the Paranormal (27 page)

I am no longer alone.

Any time I question my purpose now, Alain
says the same thing. “We have overcome the demons, my saint. We
have all passed the harshest test our Lord could send and survived,
because of you. You are our savior, and we will never desert
you.”

Alain considers my protection his highest
goal. But it is his company that sustains me, helps me to go on.
And his love.

We married a year after we met, a year after
he says I saved his soul. I say he saved it himself, but he refuses
to believe that. Neither one of us truly understands how he
overcame the vampiric control, let alone how the majority of his
village managed to do the same, but his faith was strong and
perhaps God knew I would need help to continue on. Over time, I
have stopped asking why or how and just allowed myself to be
thankful.

Alain is aging, but more slowly than a
human. Due to all the changes done to me before my journey back in
time, I’m aging slowly as well. We’re both oddities, and yet, we
make the perfect team.

He continues to control the thralls and
leads them as our small army against the evil undead. But he still
calls himself my disciple and takes his orders from me. We sustain
losses, but Alain seems invulnerable. No weapons, including the
Nightsticks, work against him. He only needs blood at the full moon
and only feeds on animals. Otherwise, he eats as I do. The thralls
need blood, but they do his bidding and he never allows them to
feed from humans.

He creates new Nightsticks as we need them.
Our army wields them without issue and to great effect. We are
powerful, and righteous, and I can again believe we will wipe the
vampire plague from the world.

But still, I wonder and I worry. The baby in
my belly seems fine, but how we could conceive is a mystery Alain
says we must leave to God.

I don’t share my most important question
with Alain – will our child be humanity’s savior or its curse? Have
I found the cure in Alain and our small army of saved undeads, or
have I unintentionally created the cause? And if so, will that mean
I am the mother of all vampires to come?

I have written this history several times,
closed each one into an empty holy water vial, and hidden them.
This is the last copy, the last vial. Hopefully one or more will be
found in the future. To ease my conscience, to send my apology to
The Order – and to the future.

Some things we cannot change. And some
things we may change for the worse. As for me, I have found my true
family now, and I will protect them until the day I die.

Christabelle de Fondeeur, Year of our Lord
1512

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Jemma Chase loves writing about vampires,
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the paranormal is chocolate, because every girl’s got to have a
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