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

“We are outcasts, outcasts need to stick together.”

“If you say so!’ I said and set my “dishes” down.

“I do.”

She got up and I followed her to behind her hut. She had a white horse, and a white and brown horse, I took a liking to white one, of course and hoped she was going to let me ride him, my hopes were accurate.

“The white one is yours, if you aren’t going to name it, I will,” she said.

“By all means,” I gestured to her.

“Hmmm, I think the name Sabor will work. What do you think?”

“I’m being honest, I really don’t care, you could name him shit for all I care.”

“Your attitude isn’t very pleasing right now,” she said her tone let me know she was getting upset with me.

“I’m sorry,” I said, but I didn’t mean it, I didn’t care to name the horse.

I watched Noemi, get up on her horse.  Her horse knelt and let her get on, mine just looked at me as Noemi laughed.  So, I jumped up and straddled Sabor.  He reared back and threw me off and I hit the ground hard.  I laid there shocked for second then got up.

“You filthy creature!” I said with anger in my voice.

“He knows you don’t like him, maybe you should be nicer, maybe try scratching his head.”

“I really don’t want to do that, but I don’t feel like walking everywhere,” I said.

“Put your hand out, let him smell it, he will come to you,” she said and trotted around.

I put my hand out slowly as Sabor just looked at it at first. Then after a few minutes, Sabor stepped up to me and put his head on my hand.  I then proceeded to scratch between his eyes, he neighed, and it didn’t sound nearly as bad.as Wretch.  He didn’t kneel again so I could climb up.  I landed a little bit softer on Sabor this time and he didn’t buck me off.

We left after that, Noemi and me, with just the clothes on our backs. We went next to the river and followed it for a while. We then came to a point in our travels where Noemi had to use the bathroom.  She was discreet unlike the women from before.  She went behind a tree after a few minutes, came back with blushed look on her face.

We traveled another hour before we came to a point where we had to cross the Danube river.  I wasn’t to sure about it, I didn’t want to get wet. I kept my mouth shut because I was enjoying the peace and we soon came to much larger village of people in a place now known as Tolna.

It kind of reminded of Sodom, a central fire pit, but with better and bigger huts.  I got stares from people of course, but Noemi didn’t seem to mind it.  I should have covered up, but I really didn’t care if people came after me, I could stop them, I could only be hurt my other immortals, which at the time were just vampires and werewolves, or so I thought.

Noemi got off her horse and told me to wait outside, the person she got clothes from didn’t like strangers. She was inside for a while and I was getting more and more stares, finally I broke the silence.

“Have you seen any graves just show up around the edges of your village?” I asked.

“It speaks,” a villager said. The villager was missing her teeth on the left side of her mouth. Her hair was dark, oily and scraggly, and one eye was bigger than the other that looked off to the side, when she looked at you.

“You’re more of an “It” than I am,” I said, “Now I ask again, have you seen any graves show up around the edge of your village?”

“That’s my mom you just said that to,” I heard someone else say and looked to see a man, the size of a small mountain, standing, looking at me with hate and hurt in his eyes, hurt for me anyways. He was tan, had long brown hair and had it braided behind his head.  He wore brown pants and no shirt, his arms rested slightly angled up from his sides.

“And your point would be?” I asked, not really caring if it were his mom, sister or daughter.

“Nobody talks to my mom that way,” he said and took a step forward.

I hopped off Sabor, “What do you think you’re going to do about it?”

He screamed and charged at me, I used my speed to dodge him then quickly kicked him in the back of knee, which brought him down to a knee. I then used my strength to apply a chokehold. I didn’t want to kill the guy, just let him know he wasn’t the scariest thing around. He didn’t give up though, he fought until he passed out.

The crowd just watched in disbelief, but they watched in silence, too afraid to speak out, “If I wanted to kill him, I would have, I’m trying help you, idiots,” I said and let his body drop, “Now, I ask again, are there any graves that suddenly appeared around the edges of this village?”

“Yes!” an elderly man spoke up, He had gray, curly hair, a haze over his eyes but a soft smile. He wore a black vest with a long sleeve, white shirt and matching black pants, “We have been cursed a long time. Nobody ever wants to mess with them. Then at night people, sheep, all go missing.”

“You must dig the graves up at during the day. If you encounter them at night, dismember them, and burn them and leave them out for the sun. You have to fight in crowds with them at night,”