Most people would find being led into an
underground bunker on a stormy night scary.
Not
me.
Things I could explain away and define with
data didn’t frighten me. That was why I kept silently reciting facts
to myself, as I descended deeper and deeper below street level. The
bunker was a relic of the Cold War, built as protection in a time
when people thought nuclear missiles were around every corner. On
the surface, the building claimed to house an optical supply store.
That was a front. Not scary at all. And the storm? Simply a natural
phenomenon of atmospheric fronts clashing. And really, if you were
going to worry about getting hurt in a storm, then going underground
was actually pretty smart.
So, no. This seemingly ominous journey didn’t
frighten me in the least. Everything was built on reasonable facts
and logic. I could deal with that. It was the
rest of my job I had a
problem with.
And really, maybe that was why stormy
underground trips didn’t faze me. When you spent most of your days
living among vampires and
half vampires,
ferrying them to get blood, and keeping their existence secret from
the rest of the world…well,
it kind of
gave
you a unique perspective on life. I’d witnessed bloody vampire
battles and seen magical feats that defied every law of physics I
knew. My life was a constant struggle to hold back my terror of the
unexplainable and try desperately to find a way to explain it.....CONTINUE READING HERE
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