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  Table of Contents

  Introduction

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Epilogue

  About the Author

  Bonus Chapter

  Sunset Strip

  A Tale from the Tome of Bill

  Rick Gualtieri

  Wayman Publishing

  waymanpublishing.com

  P. O. Box 160693

  Clearfield, UT 84016

  Sunset Strip

  Copyright© 2013 Rick Gualtieri

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  All characters in this novel are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons, living, dead, or undead, is purely coincidental. The use of any real company and/or product names is for literary effect only. All other trademarks and copyrights are the property of their respective owners.

  The views herein are the responsibility of the author and do not necessarily represent the position of Wayman Publishing.

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  For Thomas Delgado.

  Special thanks to: Solace, Jonathan, Jenn, and James. Without your help, I’d still be shooting people with Dessert Eagles and serving them a big heaping helping of desert after dinner.

  Introduction

  Greetings and salutations, dear reader! The story contained within these pages takes place between the events of Holier Than Thou and Goddamned Freaky Monsters, books 4 and 5 respectively of the Tome of Bill series.

  If you’re just joining us, I would humbly suggest you start with Bill The Vampire, the Tome of Bill part 1 - albeit you are more than free to ignore my blathering and choose your own fate. Far be it for me to dictate the course of your entertainment.

  For veterans of the series, having survived the previous books with (hopefully) your sanity intact, I bid you a fond welcome back. The following tale represents a bit of a departure from the norm. It’s told from the viewpoint of Sally, Bill’s snarky sidekick in the supernatural realm, and is perhaps a bit darker in tone as a result. I hope, though, in the end you’ll agree that it is a more than worthy addition to Bill’s universe.

  Regardless of any of the above, I had a hell of a good time writing this story and sincerely hope you enjoy it.

  Rick G.

  Chapter 1

  “Faith is overrated.”

  “But you said...”

  “Who gives a flying fuck what I said? I was talking out of my ass. Nobody has any idea where the hell he is. There hasn’t been a single sign of him and, quite frankly, I’m beginning to think that standing around hoping he’ll come back is a fucking waste of time.”

  I didn’t mean to snap...well, maybe I sort of did. When one is in charge of a coven of vampires, one can’t afford themselves the luxury of playing the role of good cop. By our very nature we’re predators, in many ways not too far off from a wolf pack. The problem with predators, though, is that they always have their noses out sniffing for weakness. You show it and you might as well save someone else the trouble and slit your own damn throat.

  Complicating matters further is the fact that vampires tend to be backbiting sons of bitches. That’s not necessarily in our nature per-se, but it’s been ingrained in many of us as just the way things are done.

  That’s one of the few pains in the ass about being immortal. There’s no such thing as just waiting for the boss to retire so you can take their position naturally. You want to get ahead in the supernatural world, you’d better be prepared to knock someone else off the ladder - all while making sure your own grip is solid.

  I locked eyes with Starlight and refused to blink. After a few seconds, she averted her gaze. We’d been playing this game for over twenty years and both knew how it was going to end. At this point it was just a matter of ceremony, nothing personal. We both knew that, too.

  She was a good egg amongst a carton of rotten ones, a rarity amongst bloodsuckers. I had always liked her, maybe not quite at the sisterly level, but she’d never been on my shit list. That was a good thing for her because the only way off of it was as a pile of dust.

  Still, there were appearances to be maintained. I couldn’t afford to let this place turn into the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants. That would be an open invitation for a challenge, and while I wasn’t particularly worried about our current roster, it would be one more pain in the ass that I didn’t need right now.

  “So you really want us to give up, Sally?” She flashed her big brown eyes at me like she was a goddamn puppy instead of a creature of the night.

  “I’m not giving up, Star. I’m just being realistic. We’ve searched half the Tri-State area and have found jack shit. If Bill is out there, he doesn’t want to be found. At this point I say we give him the benefit of the doubt and assume that he’ll be back once he’s good and ready.”

  “But what if he’s hurt?”

  I smirked. She hadn’t seen my partner in crime during that final battle with Remington’s men three months back. Once he’d lost his shit, I doubt a tank would’ve been able to hurt him. To think that once upon a time there had been multiple Freewills - the legendary warriors of the vampire race - roaming about. That must’ve been terrifying for normal vamps, much less the enemies that they were supposedly used against.

  Still, Bill had never stayed that way for long, at least the few times I had been present. His normal appearance was considerably less intimidating, both in form and function. Hell, half the time I could barely keep the doofus from tripping over his own two feet, especially whenever he started getting all gooey about either his wannabe girlfriend or keeping his humanity.

  I let out a small sigh. Maybe Starlight had a point. However, since there wasn’t anything we could do about it, there was no use in worrying about maybes.

  “Vampires don’t get hurt. We either heal or we’re dust.” That much was mostly true, albeit there were exceptions to the rule - shiny exceptions I considered as my mind turned to the silver stake in my top drawer...a little souvenir from that fight. Such things could put a nasty hurt on a vampire and keep us that way if someone really wanted to.

  I pushed that thought from my head. Bill had enemies, no doubt about that. Still, I sincerely doubted many of them would keep him alive for sheer amusement. Even if they did, they certainly wouldn’t be shy about bragging. As the only one of his kind in existence, he would make a trophy w
orth displaying for all to see.

  “Trust me, there’s no way...”

  You will drown, screaming in a sea of filth!

  Starlight jumped at the psychic outburst coming from the gleaming white skull atop my desk. She still wasn’t used to it. By this point, though, it was little more than an annoyance to me.

  “Oh, shut up,” I muttered.

  “It’s still doing it?”

  “Yeah.” I turned my eyes toward the object. I probably should’ve gotten rid of it the second it started acting freaky. It couldn’t have been a good omen of things to come, but still - it was my favorite paperweight. Besides, I had earned the damn thing.

  “Do you think it’s ever going to stop?”

  “Hard to say.” I ran my hand over it. “It’s quiet for a while, and then just when I think it’s done for good, it starts right up again.”

  “Have you tried...talking to it?”

  I raised an eyebrow at the question as if such a concept was beneath my contempt. She didn’t need to know that I had of course tried talking to it.

  A week after Starlight had returned from upstate New York with Harry Decker’s skull, the outbursts had started. In life, the guy had been an absolute asshole. In death, apparently nothing had changed. I had little doubt that had something to do with his former status as a master wizard. It seemed that his decapitated cranium still possessed at least a little of his mojo. Unfortunately, communication appeared to be a one-way street, kind of like some sort of fucked up Speak and Spell. There was no acknowledgement from the skull that it was self-aware...just random outbursts of crazy.

  We waited a few moments to see if it would continue its tirade, but it remained silent.

  “I’ll have Monkhbat do one more sweep down near Bill’s parents’ place in Jersey.” I could barely believe what I was saying. Some days I could be such a softie. Oh, who was I kidding? I was just using Starlight as an excuse to not give up myself.

  She immediately brightened, and I rolled my eyes. “Last one. I mean it.”

  “No problem, boss,” she replied, a smile spreading across her lips.

  “And don’t tell anyone.” I made sure my tone implied that it wasn’t a request. We were close enough in age that it would’ve been pointless trying to compel her - the vampire equivalent of mind control - but that still didn’t mean I wouldn’t make an example out of her if push came to shove.

  * * *

  Three months prior, I had taken over as acting master of Village Coven. This wasn’t really anything different than before. Despite Bill holding the official title, I already ran the show from behind the scenes - quite well, if I did say so myself.

  The problem was that shortly before he disappeared, the majority of our coven had been wiped out courtesy of the wad of meat that used to own the skull on my desk. Aside from Bill and me, only four others had survived. Two of them weren’t an issue. The third hadn’t lasted long, a consequence of his own stupidity. The final survivor of that massacre, though, was in the process of testing my patience...greatly. I had little doubt she was undermining me with the new members that had since been recruited.

  Firebird and I had been turned at about the same time. In fact, she was the only member of the coven, including permanently deceased members, who I’d known during the days when I could still enjoy a walk in the sun without ending up a pile of dirt.

  I allowed a few brief memories of those times to flit through my mind, then locked them up again. Those hadn’t been the best days of my life. Then there had been the betrayal by Uncle...

  No. I didn’t have time for that crap. Besides, all of that was behind me now. Sure, I still had to deal with him on occasion, but despite his rank, more and more of the game pieces seemed to be falling on my side of the board lately. A good chunk of that had to do with the out of shape nerd that fate had dropped onto my lap - the one who, as it turned out, had more prophecies written about him than Harlequin does banal romances.

  * * *

  I put my business face back on. That was more than enough time spent worrying about Bill. The coven had to be my top priority, especially during work hours. Being a coven master definitely has its perks. The downside, though, is if said master isn’t considerably more powerful or clever than the other members, that position can easily become tenuous. I had that second part locked up, no problem, but it was that first that made me sleep with one eye open.

  The coven was currently back to about three-quarters strength. Our recruiting efforts had proved fruitful. About half were mine with the rest being strays left over from the battle which had ended with Bill’s disappearance. I wound up adopting them since we had plenty of openings, and I kind of felt bad. They had all been employees of the other companies that occupied this building and had been caught in the crossfire by accident.

  Unfortunately, but not surprisingly, a few had turned out to be assholes.

  Newly turned vampires weren’t a threat to me, but I didn’t need some arrogant dickheads, drunk on power, giving me shit. Especially since, rumor had it, another coven in the area was greatly interested in our apparent weakness. We’d given them one hell of a bloody nose in past months, dusting their leader Samuel in the process, so it wasn’t particularly surprising that they’d held a bit of a grudge ever since.

  Impeding matters further was my suspicion that Firebird was busy currying the favor of some of the new recruits, no doubt in a pathetic bid to challenge me. Our power was about equal, but she wasn’t quite dumb enough to face me openly. The end result wouldn’t be in her favor. Instead, I suspected she was doing what she’d been since even before we’d both joined Village Coven: spreading her legs like the whore she was. Goddamn, men could be stupid. One didn’t need the power of compulsion to make them willing slaves.

  Needless to say, I had a lot on my plate. I just had no idea how much more shit was about to be dumped on it.

  Chapter 2

  “I’m doing my best!” Cynthia protested.

  God, how I hated when they whined.

  She’d been brought on board less than a month ago after approaching me on the subway platform to beg for change. Possessing a keen eye for these things, I could tell she hadn’t been on the streets for long. She had a glimmer of intelligence in her eyes, didn’t reek of drugs, and quite obviously wouldn’t be missed. In short, a match made in heaven.

  Well, maybe not quite heaven. I’d put her to work manning a desk for the suicide hotline which served as the main source of food for the coven - gotta love takeout. Unfortunately, though relatively bright, she obviously wasn’t cut out for the life of a counselor. At least, not the type I wanted.

  “You’re spending twice as long on the line as the others.”

  “I know, but I feel bad...”

  I leaned down until my face was an inch from hers. “You need to get over feeling anything. This is a pure numbers game. If they’re serious, or just a fucking attention whore, they go on this list. If they can be saved, you give them one of these referrals and get them the fuck off the line.”

  “I know, it’s just...”

  I tuned out the rest. Vampire newbs typically came in two flavors: ravenous monsters hell-bent on spilling as much blood as possible, and whining pussies unwilling to let their past humanity go. I wasn’t sure which was more annoying.

  Before I could chew her out, though, my overly-sensitive vampire ears picked up the elevator dinging open at our floor. I tensed up and turned toward the door. Considering the events of the past several months, one couldn’t blame me for adopting a bit of a paranoid streak.

  Cynthia continued to make pathetic excuses, but I ignored her and waited to see who or what was approaching. The cleaning crew had already made their rounds for the evening. The only member of the coven I was expecting was Monkhbat, and not for a few hours yet. Anyone else...well, with a single compulsion, the others would grab the firearms stashed around the office and fill the doorway with enough silver-coated lead to down a herd of undead elephan
ts.

  Sure, it was technically against the rules for me to arm the coven. The NYPD, the higher-ups who knew the truth about us, anyway, wouldn’t be pleased if they found out. But fuck them. If the prophecies were true, they were all on the cusp of becoming an endangered species anyway.

  I listened. A single pair of feet made their way to our front door. The owner wore what sounded like sensible pumps - definitely not Monkhbat. I held up a hand to Cynthia and she immediately shut up. She might’ve been new, but she knew the drill. I made sure that all the new vamps understood that powerful did not mean invincible. Most of the recently dusted members of our merry little bunch had been arrogant fucks, which hadn’t exactly helped them in the end. A little bit of humility could go a long way during these crazy days in which we lived.

  I directed all my senses toward the main door. There came a knock just as a familiar scent reached my nostrils.

  The tension left me. Even had I not recognized our visitor, supernatural enemies hell-bent on destruction typically didn’t waste time knocking. Go figure. Common courtesy is a dead concept in the world of the unnatural.

  Curiosity immediately replaced apprehension. Why would she be visiting here? It didn’t make sense. We weren’t enemies, but we weren’t exactly all buddy-buddy either. There was also the fact that we currently had a resident for whom her presence would incite quite a bit of violence. I had told Monkhbat’s true master that she was dead. Finding out otherwise could cause some issues.

  She was aware of it too. I had let her know during the last time our paths had crossed, months ago when I had called to check on - and maybe threaten with bodily harm - her dumbass boyfriend.

  Intrigued as to what would cause her to run the risk, I walked to the door and opened it.

  “Hey, Christy. What brings you here?”

  Chapter 3

  “This one is mine!” snarled a voice from behind me. His name wasn’t important, something boring like John, I think. He was turning out to be one of the troublemakers, a sexist asshole who stylized himself as some sort of type-A leader. He was one of the leftovers from Remington’s massacre, probably a dickhead middle manager during his mortal life. Give a guy like that a little power and they think they’re lord of all they survey.