Holier Than Thou (The Tome of Bill) Read Online Free PDF

and didn’t care who had watched. Talk about a fang bang. I definitely wouldn’t say no if given a chance to see that show again. The last time had fueled my personal fantasies for quite a few weeks.
    For the first time that evening, I allowed myself a genuine smile. Maybe Sally was right. The world could wait for one more night, especially if the night held the promise of seeing some tits.
    Sadly, fate took a perverse pleasure in waiting for me to drop my guard just before blowing up in my face. That night was no different...quite literally in fact. Sally and I had just reached the front door when our world exploded in green flame.
     

Like Falling Asleep in a Giant Blender
     
    Flying is such a pleasant sensation. Nothing, save the very air around you, caresses your being - almost like being in the womb again. It was a pity flight was not amongst the supernatural powers I achieved upon awakening as a vampire.
    Mind you, it was a lot more pleasant when I wasn’t on fire. Go figure.
    Fortunately for my muddled brain, the concussive wave that hit me had done its job quite nicely. I drifted away from the loft, or what remained of it, almost as if in slow motion. Each foot I flew felt like days passed. With no video games, internet porn, or similar distractions, it gave me some downtime to reflect on the recent past.
    * * *
    I don’t know too much about vampire lore. What I do know, though, is: faith is power. It’s not so much about God, or whoever else you pray to, as it is about the raw belief. A strong enough belief can actually tap into the magic of the world around us - magic that’s not particularly friendly to vampires.
    Most people are too shallow to be able to do anything with it. A few, though, are either devout or insane enough to utilize it. Tom was a good example of that latter group. Months back, he had become so enamored with a Transformer toy, that he managed to imbue it with a little of that magic. Pretty messed up, I know, but true none the less. What should have been a kid’s toy was transformed, pun intended, into the equivalent of a crucifix from those old Peter Cushing movies - albeit slightly more embarrassing to be attacked with.
    It’s bad enough for vampires that some folks can empower small objects this way, but for truly exceptional people, it can work on a much larger scale. Many of the heroes of old were able to tap into this energy. They were known by many names: the Shining Ones, the Silver Eyes, and, more commonly, Icons - short for icons of faith. The source of their power was a deep seated belief in their own abilities. I’m sure this resulted in most of them being egomaniacal assholes, nevertheless their faith in themselves was so strong their entire bodies became conduits for this form of magic, rendering them...well I’m not entirely sure. All I know for certain is that they could fuck up vampires with only a touch and that their powers made them particularly resistant to other kinds of magic, too.
    What were the odds that the one girl on the planet that I desperately wanted a relationship with would be amongst their number?
    Apparently better than I would have guessed.
    * * *
    I relived that day again. I had just dragged the vampire world into a death match with our ancient enemies in the Woods of Mourning. Things looked fairly shitty, but her presence had immediately made everything else seem petty in comparison.
    But it was different this time - she was different. Sheila had quit her job at Hopskotchgames - where I still worked as a programmer - to pursue her own destiny. We had been growing closer in the months since I had first asked her out for coffee - not as romantic as I would have liked, but a bond had formed nevertheless. I hadn’t known it at the time, but my encouragement had apparently struck a nerve deep inside of her. That newfound confidence grew until it awoke the potential within her.
    “ I believe in you. I believe you can do better ,” I had said. Little