The Godsend Backfire: The Beginning by Harold Straugh (books to read in your 30s TXT) 📕

ahold of me. I sent out messages in my mind, but never got a response back. I never knew if it was because he was too far away or just didn’t care.

I munched on the buckies until the sky started to lighten.  I went back and started knocking on doors, I wanted people to see this spectacle.  They gathered around just as the sun hit the pile.  The heads screamed, the one I impaled screamed, then the flames started, it was almost like firecrackers were going off in the pile. The one I impaled, screeched at the top his lungs as flames bursts out of his mouth.  He thrashed his head back and forth before finally falling quiet.  The sizzling of flesh and the smell of burning meat filled the air.

“That people,” I said putting my hands up in the air, “is how get rid of vampires, or “demons” as you call them.”

It was then I noticed how dirty my linens were, “Does anyone around here make clothing?” I asked.

“I know someone who does it a few towns over. I can take you there after I eat,” she said, “Would you like to join me?” she asked.

A lot of places over the years got rid of the Hall and started eating in their homes, much like Sodom. So, I took Noemi up on her offering and wondered what type food they hand there. I noticed lots of sheep and chickens running around.  Noemi walked up to a door that was angled into the ground and opened it. We walked down a few short steps that opened up into a room that had been dug out.  There were fruits, vegetables and various meats all around. The meats were hung up off the ground and the vegetables were arranged in an organized manner on the ground.

“This is my cellar, we each have our own. I mostly slaughter, garden and building things, it’s how I live,” Noemi said.

“I kill vampires, that’s how I live,” I said.

She grabbed a small section of meat, about foot long and round, that was hung up and tied with twine in one-inch sections.  She grabbed some, what I found out to be, butternut squash, onions and zucchini.  She had a firepit set up outside her little cement-like hut.  The hut itself was a decent size, but she appeared to like cooking outside. She got the fire going and got a flat, rounded rock and a rock that had been hollowed out, it looked much like a wok.  She chopped up the onions, squash and zucchini and tossed them in the wok-like-rock and placed it in the fire. She placed the rounded rock on the fire and waited a few minutes. While she was waiting, she cut the meat up in one-inch sections, then put it on the rounded rock.

The meat started to sizzle, she went in her hut and came out with a small box and opened it.  She pulled out three small bowls and then went back to her cellar and came out with some herbs. She threw them in the three separate bowls and started to smash them with a makeshift pestle. She then tossed the herbs, separately and with different measurements, on the meat.  A robust scent hit my nose. I loved her focus; how meticulous she was.  She flipped the meat and repeated the seasoning process.  She threw some of seasoning in the vegetables that were cooking.  She worked quickly and accurately, stirring the vegetables, checking the meat then finally serving it to me on a wooden plate.

“Do you need food to survive Feher Demon?” she asked.

“No, I don’t, I eat because it tastes good, but the food just goes into me. I’ve never have had to go piss or shit like you mortals.”

“Why are you helping us?”

“I’m not meaning to, I hate vampires and if that means I have to deal mortals to kill them, I will,” I said, taking a bite of food, “This is good!”

“Thank you! What did mortals do to you to make you hate them so much?”

“That,” I shoved some food in my mouth, “you will never know.”

She looked sad, took a bite of food and spoke with her mouth full, “Where you going after this?”

“The next town in any given direction.”

“Can I come, I have two horses behind my hut, we can travel together, I’m not well liked here anyways,” she said.

“Why? You are a nice person,” I said, “and you can cook good.”

“I’m too manly for them, I do everything a man can do, just better, even love a woman,” she stopped and looked at me, moving her short, cropped hair off to the side of her face.

“Ahh, Lilith’s influence still lives on,” I said and chuckled.

“Lilith was real?”

“Yes, she was, she no longer is.”

“How do you know?”

“I killed her, she’s the main reason the mortals betrayed me, and Derium, my brother was right by her side.”

“Hmm, so the stories are true. So, I should assume that the man-wolf is real as well?”

“That is correct. He is my other brother, we are the spawn of Lucifer.”

“That’s very intriguing.”

“You aren’t scared?”

“Of what, you would have killed me if you wanted to,” she said, licking her lips.

“You can come, if you die, you die, if you get changed, I will kill you,” I said, licking my fingers.

“I wouldn’t ask for anything else,” she smiled and set her plate down next to the firepit, “I haven’t named my other horse, you can if you want.”

It was the first time in a long time I thought of Wretch, Wretch before I knew he was Lucifer, “No, that’s okay, I don’t get attached to animals, for reasons I will explain to you in time.”

“Well, I don’t have all the time, like you have,” she laughed.

“Why are being