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bodies rising from the grave come from?” Blood Resurrection
J.P Bowie
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    “There are those vampires who do not care who they kill, or in what manner,” he replied gravely. “Just as in the mortal world, there is good and evil. But tales of bodies rising from the grave after being bitten by a vampire are merely myths—a superstition put about to terrify people. Vampires are not so easily made.” He touched my cheek. “But now, you must sleep.”
    “I would sleep more restfully if you were lying next to me,” I said, silently willing him to shed his clothes and climb into bed with me. He smiled and passed his hand over my eyes.
I slept.
* * * *
When I awoke, I felt his presence next to me. Slivers of daylight stole into the room, and I stiffened with alarm. It is much too bright, I thought. I ran to the window and peered out. The skies had lightened. The storm was over, and patches of blue were appearing between the clouds. Marcus was in danger!
     
“Marcus…” I put my hand on his shoulder, and he instantly awoke. His eyes narrowed as he realised that the room was lighter than it should be, but there was no terror in his expression as he looked up at me.
    “Put my cloak over the window, Bernard. That should suffice for the time being.” I flew to do his bidding, making sure that his cloak covered every inch of the window frame. The thick material darkened the room immediately, the only light coming from the fire that burned low in the grate. I thrust a taper into the flames and lit a candle by the bed.
“No daytime travel for us this day, Bernard,” Marcus said ruefully. “We will have to wait until dusk before setting out again.” He took my hand in his. “Thank you for being alert to the danger to me.”
     
I raised his hand to my lips. “I owe you everything,” I murmured. “If I have helped protect you, it is only a small token of the esteem I hold for you.” Blood Resurrection
    J.P Bowie
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Sighing, he fell back on the pillow, pulling me into his arms. He kissed my brow. “The sunlight will bring me weariness,” he said, his lips cool on my skin. “Tell the landlord I am unwell, and we will stay another day. Order yourself some refreshment.”
    “And for you?”
“I require nothing but the darkness you have provided. Go now.” He released me, and I ran downstairs to the kitchen.
The landlord was sympathetic as I told him my master felt a little under the weather.
“All that rain, I expect,” he said. “Damp gets in your bones. Would he like some broth, do you think?”
    “He said he couldn’t keep anything down,” I replied, straight-faced. “But I’ll take some up to the room, just in case he changes his mind.” I went outside as the landlord happily prepared the broth. The air was warmer, with a slight breeze that brought the smell of blossoms to my senses. How beautiful the world is , I thought. Far from the confines of the monastery, I could almost forget the misery I had endured for all those years. Being with Marcus had brought me a strength and optimism I had not known I possessed. His tender compassion, so at odds with the men who had raised me, had given me hope that indeed there were gentler people in the world who would not abuse me for their own satisfaction.
* * * *
    When I returned to the room, he was still asleep. Eventually, I would learn that on days when the sun is high, vampires sleep the sleep of near death. The vitality and vibrancy that is theirs when awake and alert slows to a murmur, making them vulnerable and susceptible to danger. Although I was not fully aware of that at the time, I nevertheless felt it my duty to sit by his bed and watch over him until he awoke.
    Perhaps it was the near darkness in the room or perhaps as the day wore on I felt the need to rest, but at one point, I gave a mighty yawn and decided I would slip between the sheets and lie with Marcus. I stripped and quietly climbed into bed. In the soft glow of the candlelight, I could see