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

did I know how much better she could do. How much better she could become.
    She was different that day. The way she dressed, walked, talked, held herself...it was all her, but somehow to the nth degree. She was once quiet and unassuming, but in her place that day stood someone who was utterly unafraid of the world. My God, she was marvelous to behold.
    Our time together that evening culminated in the moment I had been dreaming of ever since meeting her. We kissed.
    Or at least we would have. Instead, my proximity caused her newfound powers to flare up, sending me flying - not unlike what I was doing now - enveloped in pure white-hot flame.
    I’m pretty sure that alone would have put the kibosh on our make-out session, but then I had to up the ante on our little game of super-power poker.
    Her unexpected surge of power activated the beast within me, and I’m not just talking about being a horny, single guy either. Whatever makes me a Freewill also comes with some nasty perks. Under extreme stress, pain, or anger I change. Into what, I’m not sure, but I become much stronger and a hell of a lot meaner. I’m kinda like the Hulk if he had a craving for blood clots.
    Maybe Sheila’s power would have protected her, maybe not. All I knew was that I couldn’t risk hurting her. Before it could completely take over, I took off. In a lot of ways, I haven’t stopped running.
    * * *
    Since encountering Sheila and her newfound power, I’d been doing my damnedest to avoid anything supernatural - vampires, Icons, wizards, you name it. Believe me, I felt like shit about it. Not so much for the vampires or wizards, - most of them can go fuck themselves sideways with a rusty cheese grater - but for her. I can only imagine what she was going through, discovering she’s not quite human anymore. Unlike me, however, there wasn’t anyone to teach her the ropes or offer her a helping hand. Sally may be a bitch, but she was my lifeline in those early days. Not so for Sheila, though. If anything, she would have a price on her head should anyone else learn of her birth .
    It figured. I’m one of the few who would willingly reach out to help her make the transition and, as luck would have it, I’m fated to be her arch enemy - according to vampire lore anyway. She’s either destined to destroy me or I’m going to wind up killing her. Stupid fucking vampire prophets! What a bunch of assholes.
    Of course, that’s only half the issue. The other reason I haven’t reached out to her is simple...I’m a goddamned pussy when it comes to women.
    Especially her.
     

Now You See It...
     
    The cold hard reality of my body slamming down onto the asphalt brought me back. I bounced once, twice, vaguely aware of the green sparks flying off of me as I slid into the middle of the street. For anyone watching from the sidelines, I’m sure it looked pretty goddamned awesome.
    I finally skidded to a halt, hoping my vampiric healing kicked in before my nerve endings started working again. The buildings towered over me for what felt like weeks. Finally, the screech of tires and the familiar cursing that is second nature to city dwellers rung out around me. They could call me a cocksucking dick nozzle all they wanted, but at least they didn’t run me over.
    I blinked a few times and the faces staring down at me came into focus.
    “Is he hurt?”
    “Dude’s completely shit-faced.”
    “Goddamn homeless assholes!”
    “Get out of the street and get a job you fucking faggot.”
    Gotta love the sympathy of New Yorkers. You’d think they might be a little more concerned for my well-being considering I was just blown to fucking smithereens. At the very least I hoped a few might dial 911 because of the building engulfed in green flame just a few yards away. As weird as New York can be, that sure as shit isn’t an everyday occurrence.
    I shook my head and sat up, glad to find my limbs were all still attached. “Are you assholes all blind? Don’t you see the