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asked.
    “ God never damns, Samantha.”
    “ You’d better start talking, mister. Or Ishmael. Or whoever the hell you are.”
    He smiled again, so warmly that at any other time, he might have won me over. Any other time, that is, other than appearing in my office in the dead of night, while seemingly knowing the details of my sleeping daughter.
    “ Who do you think I am, Samantha?” he asked.
    “ A dead man, unless you start talking.”
    His hair, which hung just over his ears, lifted and fell again, and I was beginning to wonder if I was dreaming. The light particles that formed brilliantly around him seemed to disappear into him, which was a first to me.
    “ You have grown stronger over these past seven years…and more violent, too. The violence is part of your nature now, I suppose, but my hope is that you learn to suppress it. Violence has a way of getting out of control, controlling you.” He stepped slowly out of the shadows of my office, away from the bookcase, and stepped around my old recliner. When I don’t use the office for work, it’s my escape from my kids, where I come to read…or sometimes just to cry, although no one knows about the crying.
    “ Who are you?” I asked again.
    “ I am that which you think I am, Samantha.”
    “ How do you know what I’m thinking?”
    He smiled, but did not answer.
    I waited. He waited. My conversation with Fang came roaring back. I shook my head in disbelief. Ishmael smiled even broader and held out his hands a little.
    “ You’re my guardian angel?” I said, unable to hide the disbelief from my voice.
    He continuing smiling as he stepped around my recliner. “You sound incredulous, Sam. This coming from someone such as yourself.”
    “ Such as myself? And what would that be? Exactly?”
    “ A vampire, Samantha Moon. At least, that’s what this present generation calls your condition. It has, of course, been called many other things, over many centuries. Admittedly, the curse has flared darker and stronger in this generation.”
    “ I don’t understand.”
    “ When enough people speak of something, read of something, believe in something, watch something, ingest something…this something begins to take on a life of its own. This something is called into existence.”
    My head was spinning. “Called into existence from where?”
    “ From the nether-sphere, Sam. From out there. From the great soup of all ideas and thoughts and creative expressions.”
    He continued toward me and I held up my hand. “I think you should stop right there.”
    He did stop. Next to one of my client chairs. “I will not hurt you, Sam. It’s against my very nature to hurt you. In fact, quite the opposite.”
    “ Opposite?”
    He nodded once, sharply. “My nature is to protect you.”
    “ Because you’re my guardian angel.”
    “ Yes, Sam. Because I’m your guardian angel.”

Chapter Nine

    “ Perhaps we can sit and I can explain,” he said. “Your children are safe. Perhaps more safe than you know.”
    I stared at his pleasantly handsome face as he regarded me in turn. His bright green eyes could have been emerald flames, if such things existed. He radiated waves of strength and confidence and…love. My mind reeled.
    “ Okay, let’s sit,” I said finally.
    We did so, he in one of my client chairs, myself behind my desk. Ishmael was wearing a light-colored sweater and slacks. Both were unremarkable, although both looked good on him. He sat collected and at ease, his hands folded loosely in his lap. He looked at me calmly, staring into my eyes, although sometimes his eyes would shift to take in other aspects of my face. A small part of me wondered what my hair looked like.
    “ So,” I said, “they call you Ishmael.”
    His eyes, which shone like twin sparks of emerald fire, flashed brightly with mild amusement. “Yes, they do.”
    I watched with interest as the bright streaks of light that seemingly only I could see, the bright streaks that illuminated the