Against The Twilight

Against the Twilight Donald James Parker Sword of the Spirit Publishing

This is a work of fiction. The events and characters described here are imaginary and not intended to reflect any actual person, living or dead. Copyright © 2009 Donald James Parker All rights reserved by the author. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted in any form or by any means electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise, without the prior written permission of the author. Sword of the Spirit Publishing www.swordofspirit.net ISBN 978-0-9825870-1-0

Acknowledgements A big thank you to Margaret Smith for providing the original proofreading for this book. And a big thank you also goes out to Kim Callies of Madison, who did me the honor of a final proofread. And a thank you to Bob Herbert and Jean Surdez for suggesting that I write a book to counter the influence of the Twilight series. I had felt leadings in that direction so their timely comments brought the confirmation I sought. Finally I need to thank Pastor Jeff Reuter, author of Finding My Heavenly Father and everyone at River of Life Christian Fellowship in Madison, South Dakota for the support and encouragement of my writing.



Chapter 1 \"Why you son of a –\" \"Heather! Watch your language! Why are you calling me names?\" \"Mom, I wasn't talking to you! I was yelling at the computer. Look what this jerk said to me.\" \"Thank God you're cursing someone else. However, it can't be bad enough for you to use such language.\" \"Want to bet? Come here and read it.\" \"Honey, you're the literary person. Read it to me.\" \"Whatever. Here you go, but know that I'm going to be even madder after reading it a second time. Dear, Heather. I wish I could extend to you a hearty congratulations for your success in the world of literature. Unfortunately, due to the subject matter you have chosen to feature in your books, I find myself on the opposite side of a battle line. I am sure after gazing upon your attractive picture that you are not promoting evil intentionally. You're probably just a naïve innocent who is unaware of the dangers posed by exposing children to tales of vampires. Like the Harry Potter stories, these plots of yours seem to most people to involve entertaining fairy tales but in reality pose a risk of glamorizing a very insidious evil which opens the doors to the influence of demons. I strongly urge you to investigate this subject in depth before you negatively impact the lives of even more young people. Please do not take this plea lightly. The eternal welfare of many people may rest in your hands. Sincerely. David Justice.\" She contemptuously spat out the name of the author of the note. \"He sounds like a nice man. Did you notice the word 'attractive'?\" \"Mom! He's a loser with a capital 'L'! He makes it sound like I'm condemning people to Hell because they enjoy my writing. No doubt, he's just a paranoid fundamentalist killjoy. He's probably a warped old man who never had any fun himself, so he wants to make sure that no one else does. He's like Mr. Potter from that Christmas movie.\" \"It's a Wonderful Life.\" \"Yeah. That one. Where the angel gets his wings. This Mr. what's his face accuses me of helping demons get their wings. Who does he think he is?\"

\"Mr. Justice is his name. Sounds to me like he's just trying to do what he thinks God wants.\" \"Oh, pahlease! Come on, Mom. What does God care about fiction and people having a little fun? He loves us, right?\" \"Of course He does.\" \"Then He wants us to enjoy life. For some people that enjoyment is reading stories that take them away from their boring pathetic lives. There can't be any harm in that.\" Mrs. Culebra shrugged. \"I'm not an expert in religion. I don't see anything to crusade against in your writing, but you have to admit I am a little biased. After all you are my only offspring.\" \"Thanks for that stalwart vote of confidence.\" \"Honey, are you being sarcastic with your mother? Again.\" \"I'm sorry, but stupidity just drives me up a freaking wall. Why can't people who live in the modern world leave all the superstition behind and embrace knowledge?\" \"Like you do with vampires?\" \"I somewhat detect that the parent is trying to throw a little sarcasm my way here. If I actually believed in vampires, you could accuse me of being superstitious. They're just fantasy characters like elves and gremlins and leprechauns.\" \"Oh my.\" \"Exactly. And let's include wizards in that category while I'm at it. Wizards of Oz or Odd or wherever. Why can't people just lighten up and quit looking for evil under every rock and bed?\" \"I don't know, dear. Maybe it's because there are so many evil things happening in our world. I mean, why do you have a bodyguard?\" \"Because there are nuts like our Mr. Justice in the world. Maybe he'll decide to take justice into his own hands. If he does, Hercules will take Justice into his own hands and crush him like an Oreo cookie and squeeze out the white cream.\" \"Heather! That's not nice.\" \"I'm just making a point. There is no evil in the world. Just crazy people. Humans who get high on booze or drugs just don't know what they're doing. And some people get high on their religion and just don't realize how deranged they are. So you see that bad things that happen to people are either the force of human craziness or bad luck, as in accidents and illness.\" \"Maybe you should be making those ghoulish cookies. This Halloween celebration is your idea. I'm too old for that stuff. If you hadn't asked me if you could use my house to hand out cookies to all the little witches and goblins, I would have just turned off the lights and watched TV in the bedroom.\" 6

\"You're never too old for Halloween, Mom. It's like Christmas. It's for kids of all ages. You can't let the little kid in you simply die. You gotta stay young and happy. After all, you don't want to end up like warped David Justice.\" \"I thought his note was kind of considerate. It wasn't a vicious attack on your personhood, after all. If Mr. Justice was truly warped, do you think perhaps he could have hammered his point home with a little more venom?\" \"Whatever. I don't have time to dwell on the name Justice any more. I do need to whip up some orange frosting and get the cookies in the oven. I was browsing the Internet to try to drum up a title for my next book. I couldn't resist checking my emails while I was at it. I don't think I'll ever get tired of reading fan mail. The trouble is that I'm being deluged by it. The smartest thing I ever did was hire Susan Ravenwolf to take care of my correspondence and junk. She filters my emails and just sends me the good ones.\" \"Then how did you get the one from David?\" \"David? You're on a first name basis with the jerk. I don't want to discuss this guy any more, but if you have to, refer to him as Mr. Jerk, please. I don't know why Susan sent me this one. I might have to have a little chat with her. Maybe she thought it would give me my laugh for the day.\" \"Boy was she wrong there if that was her motivation.\" \"Maybe I blew it. Maybe I should have been laughing my head off at the idiocy of Mr. Jerk instead of letting him jerk my chain.\" \"That's not a bad idea, dear. Getting mad at other people gives them control over your life.\" \"Mom, that makes 478 deliveries of pet sermon number seventy-seven. I got it the first time, so the last 477 times were superfluous.\" \"Excuse me, Heather, for not realizing that you got it. I should have been able to see that if the words of Mr. Justice had been the wind, they wouldn't even have tossed one of your beautiful tresses out of place.\" Heather closed her laptop with excessive emotion. The snap of the collision worried her. Wouldn't it be a kicker if Mr. Justice caused her to damage her new computer? \"Mom, I'm twenty-five years old now. If you want me to come over here and visit you, the sermon machine has to be retired. Comprende?\" \"Wait till you have kids, Heather. You'll learn that a mother never stops trying to teach her children how to live better. Now, I think it's time to change the subject. You're getting so upset your makeup will start dripping.\" \"Not a problem. I'll look perfect for Halloween.\" 7

Mrs. Culebra shook her head. \"Did you come up with a title yet?\" \"Not yet. I was perusing Amazon to check to see if any of the titles I wanted to use have been ripped off already.\" \"How can they be stolen if you didn't own them in the first place?\" \"Maybe they didn't steal my title, but they have tried to steal my subject matter. Nobody wrote about vampires until I came along. Now every rookie in the business is trying to make their reputation and jumpstart their careers by writing about vampires. Torques me off.\" \"They say that imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.\" \"Who are they? I wish they'd shut up. These people are just copycat artists, and I'm sick of them. I bet you can't throw a rock anywhere in America without hitting a wannabe writer. And all those gold diggers are hopping on the vampire bandwagon right now. Irritates the snot out of me.\" \"You are still the vampire queen.\" Heather nodded. \"Yes, I am. And I intend to keep my title.\" \"Maybe you should break out of your mold and write something fresh.\" \"I've thought about that. I'd probably just create another sensation that all the plagiarist pigeons will flock to. I decided to stick to vampire stories for now. I'll come up with an original title. Don't you worry.\" \"Honey, I wasn't worrying. Believe me.\" \"Hold on. I might have to thank Mr. Jerk. How do you like the title Vampire Justice?\" \"What's it going to be about?\" \"About two hundred pages.\" Mrs. Culebra rolled her eyes. \"That joke's getting old.\" \"Almost as old as you, Mom. It's funny. Usually I get an idea for a story, and then I give it a title. In this case, I think I'll let the title drive the story.\" \"I thought you already had a story in mind.\" \"I did. Mr. Jerk has done me a favor and set the wheels in motion for me to come up with something even more original. I may end up having to thank him.\" Heather laughed. \"Wouldn't that frost his buns to provide me with even more ammunition to pervert the youth of the world? I'll write this book now and the other story later. Now, I need to get busy. I have a book signing party tomorrow. I have some books in the car I need to sign before then. But first to the kitchen to create my famous ghoulish sugar cookies while I start plotting my tribute to Mr. Justice. And then I have to 8

decorate the yard. It's time to get into the Halloween spirit.\" She attempted to laugh like a character from a horror movie. \"That was a cool imitation, Heather. Was that Pee Wee Herman?\" Heather bit her lip. \"Eat a rock, Mom.\" \"OK. As soon as you take them out of the oven, let me know.\" \"There are like four million comedians out of work during these economically challenging times and you try to be funny.\" \"Sorry. Consider it a fatal flaw in my character.\" \"Done deal!\" *** After baking and decorating all day, Heather was dropping off to sleep on the couch when the doorbell rang. She was still a little groggy when she pulled the door open. \"Trick or treat!\" She blinked. Two little witches stood in front of her. They looked to be about seven years old. An adult waited at the sidewalk watching the interaction between host and guests. \"My, aren't you scary looking? Are you flying on your broomsticks tonight?\" One of the girls laughed. \"We're modern witches. We don't use brooms. We use vacuum cleaners.\" Heather laughed as she grabbed the bowl of cookies she had placed by the door. \"How would you guys like a ghoul to go?\" One of the girls frowned. \"My mom won't let us eat that stuff. She said there are weird people in the world that put poison in stuff and like razor blades in apples or fishhooks or something. So she just lets us eat candy with a wrapper on it.\" \"Oh, well I don't know if we have any of that.\" Mrs. Culebra tapped Heather on the shoulder. The daughter turned to see a bowl of candy being held out to her. \"I figured you'd need this.\" Heather rolled her eyes and took two candy bars from the bowl. She dropped them into the plastic pumpkins that the two witches carried. \"You know you look just like that lady who writes the vampire books. Heather something.\" Heather felt her face grow warm. \"Really. She must be pretty.\" \"Yeah. For an old person. Thanks for the candy.\" \"You're welcome. Happy Halloween.\" \"You too.\" The two witches skipped down the walkway. \"Old person? Since when is twenty-five old?\" 9

Mrs. Culebra laughed. \"Get used to it, honey. It's going to get worse with each birthday.\" \"Thanks for giving me so much to look forward to. I guess now that the little monsters are arriving, it's time for me to get the dry ice fog circulating through the yard. It's cooler to look at when darkness descends though.\" \"Be careful with that stuff. It's dangerous.\" \"Mom! Those little girls think I'm old. Why can't you at least acknowledge that I'm grown up? I do know a little about the world, you know.\" \"Sorry. Old habits are hard to break.\" \"Maybe you could dispense with that word \"old\" for a little while until I recover from the shock of being referred to in that manner. And it just dawned on me that I can't afford to have people know that I'm here. Somebody might actually realize I am Heather Culebra. Since I left my bodyguard at home today, I definitely don't want any unpleasant visitors tonight. We just want werewolves and vampires and witches, oh my. Mr. Jerk might even find out I was here and drop by to personally try to put a stake through my heart. I need a disguise.\" \"Don't look at me. I'm fresh out of disguises.\" \"Wait. I have a vampire mask in my trunk. My publisher sent it to me and suggested I might put it on for grins and giggles at a book signing party. I might as well put it to use tonight.\" She grabbed her car keys and retrieved the mask from the car. When she got back to the house, she put it on and snuck up on her mother. When the older woman turned around, she let out a shriek. Heather laughed. \"What do you think?\" \"I think my heartbeat will get back to normal in about 2012. Why did you scare me like that?\" \"I couldn't resist. Remember, I am the author of scary stories. I have to keep a sharp edge you know. I have a reputation to uphold.\" \"Why don't you win your spurs scaring somebody else? My old ticker ain't what she used to be.\" \"Mom, you're only fifty-two. You talk like you're ready to start imbibing Geritol.\" \"Already have.\" Heather rolled her eyes. \"So do you think the kids will like my costume?\" \"Since when does a mask constitute a costume? How many vampires wear blue jeans and an Old Navy tee-shirt?\" 10

\"All of them as far as I know since I've never seen one. And never will since they don't really exist. So I think my costume is good enough.\" \"Perhaps good enough to scare some of the kids away so we don't have to dole out so much candy.\" \"And cookies. Don't forget my cookies.\" \"I have a feeling that I won't get a chance because you're going to have a lot of them left over. Not many parents today let their kids eat cookies from strangers.\" \"What the Hell is the world coming to? Mr. Justice no doubt would rephrase my question to answer it. He no doubt thinks that the world is going to Hell in a picnic basket.\" \"You mean hand basket.\" \"Writers aren't supposed to use clichés, Mom.\" \"Oh, yeah. I forgot. You have to be original at all times.\" \"It's a tough job, but that's why they give me the big bucks.\" \"Isn't that a cliché?\" \"Great. I've created a monster. You've now joined the literary police force. Now I suppose you'll be telling me how to write.\" \"Oh, no, dear. I'll leave that up to the professional critics. They seem to do a good enough job of exposing your faults.\" \"You could have talked all day without bringing up that painful subject. They're just jealous because I'm popular and they're not. Jealousy is an ugly thing you know.\" The doorbell rang again, interrupting their conversation. Heather opened the door and discovered three teenagers. They didn't say a word but held out pillow cases to receive her goodies. Their costume consisted solely of makeup. \"Nice mask, lady.\" \"Thanks. I wish I could say the same about yours. I guess your makeup is a bit of a costume.\" \"Nope. This is the way we always look.\" They walked away without saying thanks. Heather watched their departure as the plot of a novel where arrogant teenagers got the acne scared out of them by one of her vampires rumbled through her brain. \"Somebody needs to send the fear of Dracula into those little dorks. Maybe they would have paid me more respect if they knew I was Heather Culebra.\" 11

Chapter 2 When Heather arrived at the bookstore, there was already a horde of people lined up outside the door. \"There's our parking spot over there. The owner reserved it for us.\" Hercules maneuvered the car into the spot and turned off the engine. Heather looked over at her combination chauffeur and bodyguard. \"Are you ready to earn those hefty wages I pay you and fight off all my adoring fans?\" \"I wish I could fight them off instead of just fend them off. Some of those people need a good knuckle sandwich.\" \"Hercules, must you always be such a barbarian? You have to realize that those people are really the ones who ultimately pay your wages.\" \"Yeah. I know. That makes it easier to deal with.\" \"Most of them are just a little overly exuberant to meet a celebrity like me. They remind me of an overly friendly puppy that keeps jumping on you and scratching your legs or arms accidentally. They are probably very nice people most of the time.\" \"I don't know nothin' about that, but I do know that they won't be scratching you while I'm around.\" \"Just remember that it's not really my fans you're protecting me from. It's the religious nutcases and criminal types that think that kidnapping a big name author and holding her for a large ransom would be a cool idea.\" \"Punks.\" \"That word will work.\" Several of the people who had been standing in line wandered over by the car. They pulled back slightly when Hercules got out of the car and approached the passenger side door. His six foot six inch frame coupled with 300 pounds of mostly muscle got people's attention in a hurry. When he opened the door for Heather and she ventured out, the little group began to clap and call out greetings. That triggered a response from the people in the line. The noise grew louder as Hercules escorted her to the door. Someone inside the shop unlocked the door and let them in. She quickly shut the door and locked it again. \"Hi, Heather. I'm Virginia Morris, the owner of the store.\" She held out her hand. Heather shook it half heartedly. She had lived out this scene a hundred times. At first she had found it thrilling to meet the managers and owners of the bookstores because they were big- 12

shots and she was not. Now the adjective she most likely would apply to the scenario was boring since now she was the big-shot. Her attitude toward her fans had changed as well as she moved up the ladder of success. She loved to soak in the glory of the moment, but sometimes the fawning fans got on her nerves. They gushed their praises like Old Faithful. Even that was getting old. She couldn't remember the last time she heard an original phrase of praise. Ironically, she sometimes wished she could actually connect with these people and make friends. It had become obvious to her early in her career that the only people she had time to cultivate friendships with were the ones who could advance her career. Her agent and publisher led the list. She had to question the motives of anyone who wanted to get close to her now. Many were just sharks who had smelled the blood of money and were circling, hoping to cash in on her fame and fortune. She wasn't about to let that happen. \"Follow me and I'll show you where you can set up. You'll have a few minutes to get freshened up before I unlock the doors and unleash the adoring masses on you,\" Virginia said. Heather and Hercules trailed behind her to the back of the store where a table was set up. A life size poster of Heather adorned the front of the table. She couldn't help gazing into her own eyes as she walked past. The first time she had seen one of these had been a major kick. Now she almost felt like giving the cardboard replica a kick as she laid her purse on the table and turned to Hercules. \"Can you bring the books in, Herc? They're in the trunk of the car.\" \"Do you need some help?\" Ms Morris asked. \"I'm a big boy.\" \"I noticed.\" \"You open the door, and I'll do the rest.\" She nodded. \"Is your real name, Hercules?\" \"Nope. My parents had no clue I'd be this big when I was born. Hercules was my wrestling moniker. I got attached to it and decided to have everyone call me that.\" She surveyed his muscular stature. \"I bet they have no problem with calling you that.\" Hercules grinned. \"They better not, if they know what's good for them.\" *** 13

For the next three hours people streamed by. Heather was grateful she had signed so many books the day before. She just printed a short inscription above each signature and dismissed the buyer with a plastic smile and a canned phrase of dismissal. If anyone dallied hoping to engage the author in conversation, Hercules effectively informed them that Ms Culebra had many more fans waiting in line and did not have time to chat with each buyer. Heather had pushed them through as fast as she could, but a line still existed. She could hear the ka-ching of the cash register in her head, but she also felt the gnawing in her stomach that told her it was time to replenish her expended nutrients. She wondered if she could take a lunch break without starting a riot in the store. Some of those people had been waiting for hours. They probably wouldn't be happy fans if she spurned them for a turkey breast on rye. She surveyed the line to see how many people were left. A head of jet black hair grabbed her attention for a second. The raven tresses graced the head of a very attractive young man. Her gaze reluctantly left Mr. Handsome to determine how many people stood behind him in the waiting line. When that mission was accomplished, her eyes returned to the hunk. She had encountered a lot of handsome men, but for some inexplicable reason, this one seemed to intrigue her. Before she could even attempt to decipher the feelings going on in her solar plexus, a cough reminded her that she was supposed to be signing books. She turned quickly to the customer in front of her and apologized profusely for spacing out. If any feathers had been ruffled by her inattention, she made up for it by giving the lady an extra dose of conversation before dismissing her. She began to mentally count how many books she'd have to sign before the interesting male would stand in front of her. For some reason, tension and anticipation began to build. Maybe this book signing won't be so boring after all. Her supply of books ran out when the gentlemen was two people away. Luckily the store had more of Heather's book. She did get another chance to study the mysterious dark stranger before Ms Morris appeared with a stack of books. While she was studying him, his glance met hers. She found herself staring into a pair of darks eyes that would not release her from their magnetic pull. The only word she could drum up to describe them was \"piercing\" before Virginia stepped between them in order to place the books on the table. Heather was almost irritated at the book store owner for breaking the hypnotic spell that had entranced her. She grabbed one of the new books and inscribed and signed it. 14

She realized that from now on, each book would take twice as long. That fact didn't seem to cause her much distress because her mind was churning over the idea that she would soon be face to face with the owner of the piercing eyes. Would he gush like others, telling her how he had read and thoroughly enjoyed everything she had ever written? How could she give Hercules a sign to let the young man dawdle for a while in her presence? She took one more look to see if the ring finger of his left hand was visible. She couldn't tell if he had a ring on or not because the hand was in his pants pocket. He had a book in his other hand. Apparently he was bringing one of her earlier books to have her sign. She took care of the last customer separating them and watched his lower body approach. His physique would not have been featured in a body building magazine, but he was built just the way she liked a man. As her eyes slowly traveled up the rest of the body, she saw nothing that displeased her. The absence of a ring on his left hand caused a thrill to shoot up her spine. By the time she made it up to his eyes, she felt that her heart was soaring out of her body. And her body was soaring out of control. The gleam of his teeth accented perfect lips. She was convinced the electricity that shot through her when their eyes met again at point blank range would have powered a large city. She wanted to utter something flirtatious like \"Hello there, handsome. Where have you been all my life?\" All that she managed to push past her constricted throat was a husky \"hello.\" \"Hi, Heather.\" The two gazed at each other without the interruption of words until the young man set the book on the table. \"I have to tell you that I'm not your typical fan.\" You can say that again. \"Instead of asking you to sign a book for me, I've brought you a gift. It's a humble piece of writing that I cajoled my keyboard to bang out.\" Her face contorted slightly. \"This is a gift for me?\" \"Yes. I'm not optimistic that you'll read it, but I thought I needed to give it a shot. You're even more beautiful in person than your pictures. Have a nice day.\" \"Wait. You don't want to buy one of my books?\" He shook his head. She frowned. \"Can I give you one as a gift? That seems only fair.\" He shook his head. \"Sorry. I don't read vampire books.\" He walked away. Her heart came back to earth. Then she remembered what he had said about her beauty and it soared again. The fact she had 15

not even gotten his name caused it to dip. You idiot! He just gave you a book he wrote. His name will be on it. Maybe his email address or website address will be on it too. Her hopes rose again. She glanced down at the book in front of her. The back cover was showing. She turned it over quickly and aimed her eyes at the bottom of the book. David R. Justice. That name is familiar. I've heard of him before. Maybe I've even read one of his books. Wait, hold on, girl. David Justice. No! It can't be the same David Justice from the email. Could it? He didn't mention he was an author in that communiqué. What author passes up a chance to get some free advertisement? Must be a coincidence. She glanced at the title of the book. Vampires and Harry Potter. The subtitle was Subtle Infiltration of People's Minds Through Fiction. She pictured an arrow going though the heart that had been soaring. As it fell to the ground, she felt her face alight with the flames she pictured in the crash of her heart. The vision of Mr. Potter from It's a Wonderful Life went through her head. The difference in her vision of Mr. Justice and the real deal almost was enough to make her laugh. Then the audacity of his appearance struck her. Why that son of a – \"Is there a problem, Miss Culebra?\" Hercules asked. \"Do I need to go after that punk?\" Heather mentally pictured Hercules tearing the hunk from limb to limb and maybe damaging that beautiful face in the process. She blew out a deep sigh. What a waste of manhood that would be. Actually what a waste of manhood this is. David Justice is one of those religious fruits that drive me nuts. \"No, Hercules. Everything is under control. I just had a little rude surprise. Nothing I can't handle by myself.\" She forced herself to smile at the next customer. She threw a little extra friendliness into her voice to try to drive out the desire to scream. There were still people in line when the last book was sold. Ms Morris got the dubitable honor of informing the late comers that they would not be able to get either a book or a signature on that day. She informed them that they could place their order and get the book at a later date. \"But will we get it signed?\" one teen asked. Virginia made a face. \"Not unless we can convince Ms Culebra to return.\" A clamor of voices pleaded for her to acquiesce. When Heather nodded, there was an explosion of celebration. \"It's only a couple of hours from my home, and besides, my mom lives here so I can visit her at the same time. I can't promise when I'll be back because of my other commitments, but I will be back eventually.\" 16

Several of the group pressed in to say hi to the author, but Hercules pulled her away and they escaped from the store after a hasty goodbye to Virginia. In preparing to leave, she had thrown David Justice's book into her purse with the intention of burning it in the public square or tying it to four horses headed in different directions. If she had trouble arranging proper disposal of the offensive pile of pages, she could always contribute it to the recycle bin. After all, there was no sense in trees dying to bring a message like Justice's to the light of day. She only regretted that she couldn't exterminate all of the copies in the same manner. \"Let's go eat,\" Heather said. \"Sweeter words have never been spoken. I worked up quite an appetite watching you work.\" Heather laughed. \"I suspect that for you to be hungry doesn't require any working at all. I'm hungry for Chinese. Does that work for you?\" \"All you can eat buffet?\" \"Is there any other way to go?\" He shook his head. \"Not for me. I always get my money's worth at a buffet.\" \"In this case, you'll get my money's worth because I'm buying.\" She pulled her purse open to get her wallet. Her eyes fell on the book. She pulled it out and studied the back cover where a small picture of the author grinned at her. She sighed again. What a waste of a beautiful smile, face, and physique. He wasn't the only good looking man she'd ever seen. Why did he stir her heart in such a fashion? It made no sense. Since she had become famous from her best selling vampire novels, she had opportunities to date movie stars and sports heroes. It hadn't taken her long to figure out that those types were full of themselves. And any suitors who were not famous caused the suspicion they were after what they could get. For most females that meant fighting off unwanted sexual advances. Being rich and famous made her a target for the gold diggers. For a celebrity as herself, developing a solid relationship was complicated. Becoming famous had painted a big bulls-eye on her back. Some days she wished she could return to that unknown girl who at one time only wanted to find Mr. Right and live happily ever after. Life as an author was great for the most part, but Heather regretted that she got famous before she got married. Perhaps the marriage would have prevented her from getting famous. It looked like her notoriety was a major obstacle to finding true love. Perhaps I need to fall in love with another writer. She looked at Justice's picture again. But it can't be this guy unless he ditches his crazy ideas. I have no problem with him being a 17

Christian. After all, I gave my heart to Jesus when I was in the sixth grade. But he can't be a fanatic. Maybe I could coax him out of his misplaced faith. I've read about lots of people who wander in and out of religious convictions. A pretty face launched a thousand ships back in Troy. Perhaps my pretty face can sink one religious warship. She looked into the mirror on her sun visor. Fire one! The imaginary wake of a torpedo flashed through her mind. A smile flashed on her face. It would be fun taking a ship out of the navy of the right wingers. What were some people calling them? I think it's wing nuts. If I can't win him over to my side, maybe I can at least perhaps put a hole in his side that takes him out of action. That isn't my first choice, but I must protect my livelihood from his feverish rants. Hercules found the Chinese restaurant and pulled into the parking lot. The two reached the door of the restaurant when she realized she had neglected to take her wallet out of her purse, which she had left under her seat in the car. Since lunch was on her, she needed to get her money. \"I have to run back to the car for a second. I'll be right back.\" \"Do you want me to come with you?\" \"I'll be fine. It's broad daylight right in the middle of civilization. What could happen?\" He shrugged. \"Suit yourself. Do you need a key?\" \"Oh, yeah. My key is in the purse too. I should have brought the whole dang thing with me.\" She retraced her steps back to the auto. After unlocking the door she grabbed the purse, locked the doors, and headed back to the restaurant. Unexpectedly, she felt her purse being pulled from her grasp. She grabbed it with her second hand and then looked up to find a skinny, foreign looking youth. \"Let go of the purse lady. I wouldn't want to have to hurt such a pretty lady. I could cut off your fingers, you know. The chances of you letting go would be very good in that situation.\" \"Do you need some help?\" a male voice said from behind them. \"I certainly do,\" Heather said. \"This hooligan is trying to rip off my purse.\" \"Sorry, lady. I wasn't talking to you. I was speaking to my friend.\" Heather felt her heart sink. \"You guys better look out. My bodyguard will tear you new you-know-whats.\" One of the men laughed. \"Yeah, right. Which way did she come from?\" 18

\"Back there.\" The man looked in that direction. \"Lady, looks like your make believe bodyguard disappeared. Now let go of the purse before I take advantage of the practice I had carving jack-o'-lanterns last night and carve up your face.\" 19

Chapter 3 \"Why don't you break her arm instead?\" The two men whirled around in the direction of the deep voice. Six foot six inches of man was headed their direction. \"What?\" asked the one that still wrestled Heather for the purse. \"If you would have broken her arm, she would have dropped the purse. Now it's too late.\" \"Why is it too late?\" Hercules grinned. \"Because I'm going to break your arms first.\" \"Dude. It's none of your business. We'll share the booty with you.\" \"Hmm. Real tempting. However, if I did that, I have a feeling the young lady wouldn't pay me my wages this week.\" \"Crap! She really did have a bodyguard.\" He let go of the purse and sprinted away. His companion was not far behind. Hercules gave chase for a few steps but then realized his bulk was great for intimidating people but not as advantageous in running them down. He returned to his employer's side. \"Are you OK, Heather?\" \"Other than being madder than the proverbial soaked female chicken, I'm fine. I can't believe they had the gall to try to rob me right out in the open like this.\" \"Evil is all around us, missy. Daylight and people around don't stop it. They just slow it down.\" \"Evil? You think those men were evil. Maybe they were just hungry. Do you believe there is such a thing as evil?\" \"If they were just hungry, why didn't they panhandle you for the dough? A nice young lady like yourself certainly wouldn't turn down a hungry man's request to eat.\" \"Don't bet on it. Unless he's my bodyguard. Let's get you in the restaurant before you perish from malnutrition.\" \"I can wait a few more minutes. Shall we call the cops?\" \"What for? What are they going to do besides hold us up to ask a bunch of questions and then file the paperwork with all the other zillion crimes that they can't find a culprit for?\" \"Good point. These guys won't be high on their priority list I reckon, unless the fact that you're Heather Culebra makes a difference.\" \"That brings up another point. We don't want to have this all over the newspapers.\" 20

\"Might be good advertising. Your name will be in all the major news outlets.\" \"My name is already on all the major news outlets. I don't need to increase my exposure because it might end up increasing my exposure – if you get what I mean. People will think I don't have adequate protection.\" Hercules nodded. \"I get it and never again will I leave your side.\" \"Sorry, buster, but I'm still visiting the ladies room all on my own.\" \"I meant in general. It's still a good idea for me to accompany you to the restroom door and stand guard outside.\" Heather sighed. \"I suppose that will be wise. A girl in my position can't afford to take chances. Now let's go and eat. My heart is out of my throat and back in its normal position, so I'll be able to swallow again.\" The two started the walk to the restaurant. \"Why didn't you just let him have your purse?\" Heather thought for a moment. Why didn't she? She didn't have that much money in her wallet. She always carried a spare bankcard in her clothing just in case of emergency. Maybe it was the book. She almost laughed at the idea she would risk bodily harm to save the book she had wanted to use as a projectile to dent the back of the head belonging to the author. As she was filling up her plate, Heather couldn't help but notice all the male attention. Some of the men smiling and eyeballing her were very attractive, but none of them inspired the reaction Justice had. What an injustice! She also noticed that when she sat down with Hercules, none of the men smiled at her again. She chuckled as she realized how effective her bodyguard was in shielding her from unsolicited advances. Maybe I should give him a raise. *** On the other side of town, a dark haired angel dished up food at the local rescue shelter. As everyone came by his station, the young man issued a greeting, using a name when he had one and reminding the diner that Jesus loved him. After serving, he walked around, offering further encouragement and praying with everyone who requested it. After the lunch hour was over and the people who had enjoyed the free meal departed, one of his coworkers approached David. 21

\"How do you do it? Most of these people are drunks, drug addicts, criminals, or mentally imbalanced. How do you pour yourself out for them like this?\" \"It's not me, man. Read Second Corinthians 5:15. I live unto Him who died for me.\" \"I really don't like reading very much. I don't know much of the Bible as a result.\" \"Why are you here then?\" \"I've heard enough to know that we need to help feed the poor. The story of the sheep and goats lives vividly in my memory banks. I don't want to be a goat. The sheep were the ones who fed the least of the brethren of Jesus. I figure these folks have to be among the least. But I can't bring myself to hug a homeless guy.\" David nodded. \"You're half way to the goal. You have to be willing to get here first. The love part will come when you totally die to self and surrender your life to Jesus and let Him provide the love.\" \"I don't understand that. I've told Him He can use me any way He wants.\" \"Words by themselves don't have as much power as words and action combined. Tell me this. Why won't you hug a transient? Because you might get dirty? Because he stinks? Because his morals are lower than yours? Or maybe all of the above?\" \"I don't know, David.\" \"Do you hug your wife, Chris?\" \"I did while we were married. We're separated right now. She wants a divorce.\" David grimaced. \"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. Don't give up the faith. The game isn't over till the final gun. You still can resurrect the marriage. However the same principal applies. You have to let your pride die and just love people no matter how badly they hurt you or mess up your life. You just give without keeping score of how much you get back.\" \"I've heard that sermon before. Just have never been able to put it into practice. But you know, I'm not proud. I'm a humble guy.\" David laughed. \"It sounds to me like you're proud of your humility.\" \"Well, I . . . oh, I see what you mean. I tear myself down so I can lift myself up.\" \"Exactly. What I'm telling you to do is not easy. Even after you do it, the temptation to pick up your pride at the door where you checked it is very strong sometimes, especially when people put you down and you think you need some self esteem to lift you up. The self esteem doctrine is the most perverted thing in the 22

Christian world. It is the antithesis of what Jesus taught us. If we have God esteem, we will be healthy. If we seek self esteem, we'll always be looking over our shoulder for people who don't find the amount of worth in us that we see. Does that make sense?\" Chris sighed. \"I don't know, man. This stuff is over my head.\" \"You don't have to understand all of the theology. Just think of it this way, if a man is dead, how can he be hurt?\" \"People can badmouth him.\" \"Does he feel it?\" \"No. He's beyond feeling.\" \"Bingo. A dead man has already reached the end zone. You can tackle him all you want, but he has already scored. Game over. If we die to ourselves, nothing can hurt us and there is nothing to fear. There really is nothing to fear but fear itself.\" \"I like those old Ben Franklin sayings.\" \"Chris, I hope you don't mind me correcting you, but that was Franklin Roosevelt who said that.\" \"I had the Franklin part right anyway. So if I die to myself, my divorce won't hurt?\" \"Sorry, pal, but I can't make that promise. If you've truly surrendered all of your plans, dreams, and hopes to Jesus, your marriage is totally in His hands.\" \"Then what difference does it make if I'm with her or not?\" \"It matters because God wants it to matter. But you can't worry about it. Your job is to submit to His will. In doing that, you'll overcome either way – with or without her. Ironically, the happiest people on Earth are those who are not looking for happiness. God's joy is present when we look for Him and not happiness. Most sins are committed in the name of seeking happiness.\" Chris blew out a deep breath. \"Now you've officially blown my mind. I'll quit now while I'm behind.\" \"No problem. We can talk about it later – if you want.\" \"Yeah. OK. I'll see you around.\" \"Wait a second. I want to lend you a book.\" \"I don't get off on reading, remember.\" \"This is not difficult reading. It's easier than the Bible.\" \"Fine. I'll take a look at it. I got plenty of time to kill since Tess kicked me out of the house.\" David retrieved a book from his backpack and handed it to Chris. \"Compelled by Love.\" \"The author, Heidi Baker is probably the most loving person on the planet. If she can't teach you to love, nobody can.\" \"Don't get your hopes up too high.\" 23

\"My hopes are in Jesus Christ. I just walk around planting seeds. He does the harvesting. I don't worry about results, just yielding to the Holy Spirit.\" \"Right.\" Chris's tone was obviously sarcastic. David ignored that fact and shook his hand. As Chris made his way out of the building, another one of the workers sidled up next to David. \"I don't think Chris is ever going to get it.\" A trace of righteous indignation made itself evident on David's face. \"Give him a chance. None of us got there in one day. Instead of criticizing him, perhaps you could lift him up in prayer.\" The recipient of David's subtle sting made a hasty getaway but not before the telltale red in his face gave away his embarrassment. David lowered his head. \"Father in Heaven, be with Chris as he reads that book. Maybe I should ask You to influence him to read it first. Then show him Your truths as he does. And I pray for Jerry as well. Help him not to be so hard on others that don't live up to his expectations. Is the name of Jesus I pray. Amen.\" He looked up at the clock. It was time for him to scoot down the road to his next volunteer duty. It was his day to lead a worship service at a local nursing home. He gathered his belongings together and beat a hasty exit. It was almost time to begin when he arrived at the nursing home. One of the young nurses caught him on the way to the lunchroom where the service was held. \"It's about time you got here, Caruso. People were starting to worry.\" \"People? Like you, Cindy?\" \"Me? Worry about you? I know you too well. You were probably busy witnessing to somebody.\" \"Bingo.\" \"I knew it. Only that or your vehicle dying would keep you from your scheduled tasks. You're the most dependable man I ever met.\" \"Thank you. Sounds like it should be a hearty endorsement for a relationship referral. Unfortunately not many girls are looking for dependable. Most are looking for flashy and fun. I come up way short in those areas, but that's OK. I don't want a girl that's into that anyway.\" \"I think dependable is awesome.\" \"That's really sweet of you, Cindy. I think you're dependable too. The nursing home really relies on your faithfulness.\" 24

\"Speaking of my employer, I'd better get back to work or I'll be considered undependable and people will start talking about you and me.\" \"What do you mean?\" \"I mean they'll start discussing our love affair or something. You know how people are, especially some of these old people who don't have much to look forward to in life.\" David nodded. \"I suppose. I make it a policy to never worry about what people think though. The only opinion that really matters to me is God's.\" Cindy smiled though her taut jaw muscle revealed she was faking it. \"Yeah, I know. Take it easy. Try to prevent all the women from falling all over you today.\" David was setting up the microphone and sound system when Jessica, one of the housekeepers and a fellow member of his church, approached him. \"How are you today, David?\" \"I'm like the field goal kicker for the Miami Dolphins. I can't kick.\" The newcomer laughed. \"Leave it to you to come up with a sports joke. You seem a little distracted today.\" David frowned. \"I do? I don't sense it. Is this you talking or the Holy Spirit?\" \"I'm not sure. I think it's the Holy Spirit because I can't put my finger on any reason to have this feeling.\" \"Hmm. Maybe. I am having some . . . how do I say it . . . woman trouble.\" \"Really. Besides not having a woman you mean?\" David laughed. \"Yeah.\" \"Is it Cindy? I saw you talking to her.\" \"Cindy? Nah. I don't even think of Cindy as a woman. She's an old friend. Besides there is zippo chemistry.\" \"Well, I hate to break it to you, but she thinks of you as a man.\" \"What's that supposed to mean?\" \"Sheesh, David. Do I have to spell it out for you?\" \"Please do. Spelling was always my weak subject.\" \"Funny. I'm trying to say that she, to put in today's vernacular, has the hots for you.\" \"That's a rather crude way to say it,\" David said. \"We live in a crude age. What can I say?\" \"Wow, I've never encouraged Cindy to think we were anything more than friends.\" \"Duh. That doesn't stop a woman from falling totally in love with you.\" \"But I don't want her to fall in love with me.\" 25

She shook her head. \"I don't get it. You want to be married, but you don't want a nice gal like Cindy to crush on you.\" \"I don't want to hurt her. I'm holding out for that special woman that I feel God has picked out for me. You know how parents used to arrange the marriages. I'm letting my Heavenly Father choose my spouse.\" \"And He hasn't chosen Cindy?\" David shrugged. \"If He has, He's withholding that information from me at this time. It's all in His timing.\" \"I'm not sure whether I should admire you or feel sorry for you for that attitude. So in what way are you having woman troubles?\" \"I feel kind of stupid to tell you.\" \"Why?\" David rolled his neck in an arc. \"I met this girl. I mean woman. I just can't get used to calling them women, but I think they earn that right when they hit adulthood.\" \"You're a good boy to think so.\" He laughed. \"Touché! Anyway this woman is so beautiful she takes my breath away.\" \"So that's your problem. You might need to be put on oxygen?\" \"No, not only is she an unbeliever, but she writes stories that glorify vampires.\" \"Oh, now I see your dilemma. You've fallen for an \"off-limits\" girl … I mean woman.\" David shook his head. \"No, I haven't fallen for anyone. I have a knack for staying on my feet. It's just that since I met her I can't keep my mind off her. I even prayed for her a little while ago. I felt she was in some kind of physical danger, so I asked the Lord to protect her.\" \"Can't stop thinking of her. Sounds to me like you're a fallen man.\" \"Funny. I don't want to think about her. She's the enemy. I think the Lord has called me to silence her voice.\" A funny look came over the woman's face. \"Silence her voice. You don't mean you think God has put out a contract on her?\" \"Oh, heavens, no. I don't mean silence totally. I mean to silence her influence on the youth of the world through her occult writings. She has I don't know how many teens wanting to be vampires or wanting to fall in love with one. She's leading the kids astray and has no clue what she's doing. And she's basking in the wealth and limelight while she's doing it. I feel God wants me to somehow pull the plug on her writing.\" \"Sounds like heavy spiritual warfare to me.\" 26

David nodded. \"You got that right. I think I'm being attracted to her physically, and it's impacting my ability to fight the war. I really can't afford to let my fleshly man get in the way here, or Satan and she will chew me up and spit me out faster than I can say Count Dracula. Oh, I gotta go sing. Pray for me, will you?\" \"You got it.\" As David went back to start singing, Jessica threaded her way through chairs and tables encouraging the residents to sing along. A newspaper on one of the tables caught her eye. She reached down and picked it up. A front page shot of Heather Culebra met her eye under the headline, Queen of the Vampire novels does book signing at local store. \"Oh, my gosh. Looks like David is in for an epic battle. God, I lift him up in prayer to You right now. Help him to toe the line and do Your will. And don't let him be swallowed up by a pretty face and the beautiful side of evil.\" 27

Chapter 4 Heather couldn't wait to get home and back to her email. Before sending anything to the holy hunk, she wanted to do some research concerning him on the Internet. After using a couple of search engines, she found out he was a self-published author. His book was number four million and something on the Amazon list. She chuckled. \"And he wants to do battle with me?\" She checked her own book. \"Darn, it's only number three this week on Amazon. Last week it was number two. I have over a thousand reviews out on Amazon. He has one. This is beginning to look like a David versus Goliath confrontation. And in this case he is appropriately named because he is playing the role of David. Doesn't look like I'll need Hercules to help protect me from this clown. Maybe Herc will have to protect David from me.\" She laughed maniacally. \"How I love to laugh like that!\" Just for curiosity sake, she browsed his name on Facebook. After a couple of clicks, his black eyes glowed from her computer screen. \"Oh, my gosh. He lives in my hometown. How freaking unlucky can I be? Every time I visit Mom now, I'll have to worry about running into Mr. Jerk.\" She clicked on the reply button on the Yahoo screen and began to type. The remembrance of the electric meeting of their eyes forced its way into her consciousness. She halted and erased what she had typed so far. After a moment of thinking, she began again, Dear Mr. Justice, I am sorry that you think I am perverting the youth of the world. You seem to be a sincere gentleman, and I'd like to satisfy you, but my convictions are just as strong as yours. I'm not corrupting anybody. My sole focus is to provide my readers with entertaining literature. Besides, I'm promoting literacy. Teachers tell me how happy they are that the kids are eager to read my work. Between J.K. Rowling and myself, we have performed a tremendous service to education and to humanity itself. Kids are jumping on the bandwagon and reading books as thick as most city telephone books. We're broadening their minds as we provide them with many hours of entertainment. Surely you can see how much good we are doing. Any hint of evil is just a knee jerk reaction by people who don't want anyone to have fun. 28

You strike me as a man of great integrity. You also look like you know how to enjoy life. I think you should lighten up, get off your high horse and soapbox, and take advantage of what life on Earth has to offer. Don't be so heavenly minded that you're of no earthly good. I look forward to a meaningful discourse on this subject. Thanks for dropping by my signing today, even if you didn't buy a book. And also thank you for the copy of your \"sure to become a classic\" runaway best seller. I'll get very creative and find a way to put it to use. I'm thinking my parakeets might like to read it while they're pooping. Respectfully yours, Heather Culebra. She read it over, chuckled to herself, and clicked the Send button. It was too late to change it now, even if she wanted to. \"There you go, Mr. Justice. Your serve.\" She laughed again. \"Justice has been served in this case.\" *** That evening, David got time to check his emails. The first one that caught his attention was the one from Heather. He had the will power to open all of the rest of his emails first. When no unread messages but Heather's remained, he clicked on it and opened it up in all its glory. He read the whole thing before he took another breath. When he finally let out his breath, it came out in a loud and long sigh. \"Lord, what am I going to do with this woman?\" Remember that you wrestle not with flesh and blood but with principalities. powers, and rulers of darkness. \"I do. So what are You telling me here?\" Heather will be mine. You will not destroy her, but will destroy the work of Satan in her life. \"Heather will be Yours? Are You saying that through my efforts, she will come to a saving knowledge of Jesus?\" As you have said. \"Sounds to me like I need some Holy Spirit guided missiles.\" You have chosen your weapons wisely. David nodded. \"Thank you, Lord.\" His fingers began to work the keyboard. Dear Miss Culebra, 29

I know it's not your fault that you are being deceived. The devil is the master of deception. He has been referred to as the father of lies. Unfortunately your spirit is not trained in the detection of misinformation from the spiritual realm. There really is no way for you to understand that you are being pushed around on the chessboard like a pawn. You think your success as a writer has been all about you. In reality your capturing of the hearts and minds of today's generation has been a plot from the pit of Hell. You have just been an unwilling accomplice. The good news is that in the future, you shall know the truth, and that truth will set you free. You might not believe it at this point, but some day in the future, you will stand and testify to the world that you have been deceived and because of that they have also been deceived. Your voice shall rock the world for a second time, this time to undo the damage done by the enemy of the souls of mankind. You shall go from being a lynchpin in the kingdom of darkness to a darling of Heaven in a heartbeat. I look forward to being part of your transformation. Sincerely yours, David Justice David put a soaking CD by Grace Williams on his bedside boom box and turned on the repeat button. He started up the music and prepared for bed. After reading a couple of chapters in the Bible, his eyes started doing jumping jacks. At that point he figured it was no use fighting the sleep. He placed his book marker to save his spot and turned off the light. After spending a few moments in prayer, he crashed. He trusted that the music would keep his spirit communing with God's spirit throughout the night. *** Heather read David's response with her mouth wide open. \"Does he think I'm totally devoid of intelligence? How would I fail to recognize that Satan is playing me for a sucker if that was really happening? And he doesn't think my talent has taken me to the top of the literary world. The nerve of that nerd. I'm a lynchpin in the kingdom of darkness. Oh, pahlease. This guy ought to be locked up before he hurts somebody. The next thing you know, he'll be 30

accusing L. Frank Baum of bringing evil to the world via Oz. I thought this guy was crackers at first. Now I see he's a full meal deal: crackers, cheese, and whine all in one. I don't know if there's any hope for him. I think he's possessed by demons or something. Still, he is a hunk. If there is any chance of saving him, I need to give it a shot.\" She went into reply mode again. Dear Mr. Justice, I am greatly disturbed for your health. You really need to get some rest and relaxation. I don't know what your financial situation is, but I hazard a guess that you're not rolling in the dough (pardon the cliché), but I couldn't think of a better way to phrase this. I would be willing to pay for a trip to the Caribbean or perhaps the western coast of Mexico. Such a trip would give you the opportunity to recover from all the stress in your life that is causing your delusions. Perhaps we could even make the trip together, and I can aid in your recovery. I'm due for a little vacation myself as soon as my signing schedule has been completed. You'll be able to see close up that any suggestion that I could have any part of evil would be like making the assertion that Switzerland perpetrated the holocaust and blamed it on Germany. You'll see that I'm too nice to have anything to do with Satan. What do you say? Are you man enough to meet me on a neutral turf and discuss this issue? Respectfully yours, Heather Culebra She scanned her calendar. It would be over a month before she had a week break. She decided she could meet David in his hometown, and they could fly out together there. And before they left, she could hold the signing party for Ms Morris. All the pieces fit together just right. She loved it when a plan came together. Now all she had to do was convince the hunk to take the bait. If he turned down an expenses paid vacation to an ocean resort during the winter months, he truly was crazy. With confidence in her ability to convince people, she booked the week on her calendar. \"He better not screw up my plans. I hate having to change my calendar. Once he gets a taste of the sweet life, he'll probably have no qualms about abandoning his tilting match with windmills, especially after he lies on the beach next to this chick in her sexiest bikini.\" 31

*** In the morning, when he awoke, David put on a Kimberly and Alberto Rivera CD and continued to soak in the presence of God as he prepared himself for church. He thought once about checking his emails, but fought off the urge. He didn't want to ruin his morning at church by reading another inflammatory message from Ms Vampire Queen. He'd have plenty of time to deal with her in the afternoon when he came home for his Sunday nap. After a healthy breakfast and a hot shower, he was pumped up for whatever God had in store at the service today. He couldn't remember the last time he felt this good. Maybe recording his emotions in black and white had rid his body of some toxins. His day started a downward spiral when he encountered Jessica from the nursing home. Standing next to her was Cindy. She had never attended church there before. It was certainly suspicious that she showed up just a day after Jessica told him that Cindy thought he was hot stuff. Normally David would be overjoyed to see someone new at church. Seeing Cindy there only filled him with dread that two things were happening and he didn't like either of them. Cindy was starting to make a move, and Jessica was meddling in the matchmaking process that God was supposed to handle. \"David, how nice to see you on such a beautiful morning. Did you see that Cindy has come to church?\" \"Yeah, sure did. Welcome, Cindy.\" \"Perhaps Cindy could sit with you since you're both alone.\" David blinked. He couldn't see how he could get out of it. He looked at Cindy. She was a nice gal and fairly attractive. She just didn't fill him with those special feelings he thought needed to be present in a couple contemplating marriage. He didn't want to be cruel, but at some point, he'd have to tell Cindy she was wasting her time if she was chasing after him. That would not be a fun conversation. He was hoping she'd take a subtle hint and bow out of the hunt. When the service was over, Cindy said, \"Can I take you to lunch?\" He thought fast. His calendar was wide open. He couldn't lie and say that he already had lunch plans. Then he thought of his email thread with Heather. That was enough of a loophole to let him slide off the hook. \"I'm sorry, Cindy. I have some work at home I have to take care of.\" 32

\"Can't it wait? You do have to eat.\" \"That's another thing. I was planning on starting a fast.\" I just hadn't planned on starting it until tonight, but I guess this is a push from the Lord to get started early. \"Oh, do you fast often?\" David nodded. \"I fast every other Sunday or at least try to.\" \"So next week you won't be fasting.\" She's not going to give up. Lord you have to take care of this. Your will be done. \"No, I won't be fasting next week.\" \"Then let's do lunch next week.\" David tried not to blink. His eyes were pointed toward Cindy but focused on the cross up on the stage. \"Sure. But you're not buying my lunch. We'll go Dutch treat.\" \"What does that mean? The people of Holland are going to pay for our lunch?\" David laughed despite his discomfort. \"That's an expression my parents taught me that means we both pay our own way.\" \"Oh. I see. That's cool. I'll meet you here at church and then we'll go for lunch afterward. It's a date.\" David hoped he successfully fought back the involuntary response of wincing at her choice of words. \"Sounds like fun.\" He knew his tone was not convincing. Cindy didn't seem to notice. She seemed absolutely buoyant, and David didn't want to deflate her, especially in church. He would have to explain next week at lunch that he was not interested in her as a potential mate. After making his escape, David drove straight home and walked directly to the computer without stopping at either the bathroom or the kitchen, both places mother nature was telling him to visit. He logged into his email account and found what he was looking for. He sighed deeply before opening the new message. \"Holy cow. She's inviting me to go to Mexico on her dime? What's up with that, Lord? Is she planning an assassination by one of the locals down there? Maybe she's planning on seducing me and sweet talking me out of my campaign against vampires and the rest of the occult lineup. This is crazy. Am I man enough? I think she's throwing down the gauntlet. Do I answer the bell here, Lord, or is discretion the better part of valor in this situation?\" When no answer came, David knew he would have to get into serious prayer mode for this venture. He answered one call of Mother Nature and returned to his bedroom. He got down on his knees next to his bed and poured out his heart for twenty minutes. Then he listened. Heather wants to meet you head on in neutral territory. Welcome the challenge. But it won't take place in Mexico. Ask her 33

to arrange a debate between you on national TV. Not only will you meet her challenge, but you'll have a captive audience of the very people she has influenced. \"Wow! If she is willing and can pull this off, this would be an awesome opportunity to get people's attention. I know not many people will be willing to listen to reason, but if I can save one person from falling into this trap or help one person get out, it will be worth it.\" He returned to his computer and typed out his answering challenge. After hitting the Send button, he headed to the kitchen to try to stem the gnawing in his stomach. He was just about to spread some peanut butter on a slab of whole wheat bread when it dawned on him that he had told Cindy he was fasting. In order not to be a liar, he scraped the peanut butter back into the jar and put the bread back in the sack. And then he placed himself in the sack to get his Sunday afternoon restoration nap to prepare him for the week ahead. Today he had the secondary motive of trying to get his mind off a grumbling stomach. *** Heather had checked her email fifteen times before David's message finally arrived. She was getting impatient. His response did not alleviate her frustration. \"He turned me down. Me! How could he do that? TV debate? TV debate! I'd crush him. I'd humiliate him. I'd bring him to his knees. This is perfect. It's even better than Mexico. I'll be getting all kinds of publicity for free. When my next book hits the stands, it will sell even more copies than my other books. Why didn't I think of this plan in the first place?\" The next morning she picked up the phone and called her publicist. She explained her desire. \"I doubt I could get you on Oprah or Larry King, but I don't see any problem with arranging this Battle Royale on one of the other shows. There's always someone looking to expose and belittle the Christian right, or should I refer to them as the Christian wrong?\" Heather laughed. \"Is this guy famous?\" Heather laughed again. \"Not yet, but he will be infamous by the time I get done with him. He'll be the butt of more jokes than ex-president Bush. He might even sell ten copies of his book. That would probably triple his total sales.\" The publicist laughed. \"You're perfectly evil.\" 34

\"What?\" \"I said, you're perfectly evil.\" \"That's what I thought. Are you serious? Do you really think I'm evil?\" \"Heather, that's just an expression. You're a sweetheart. Don't you give a big chunk of cash to charities every year?\" \"Well, yeah. You told me to because it would enhance my image.\" \"There you go. So you're not evil. You're a philanthropist. You're a pillar of society.\" \"I like that. I'm really a good girl who writes stories about fantasy creatures. I just can't figure out how this guy could think that I'm evil.\" \"Don't worry about him. What difference does it make what he thinks? Actually the timing for this couldn't be better. With the movie of your third book set to release in six months, we get a chance to promo that along with your other books and movies. I'm a little embarrassed that I didn't think of such an idea. Of course I never would have dreamed up a Don Quixote type who would challenge a woman to a joust because she writes fiction. That was beyond my imagination.\" \"He's a very unusual man.\" \"How old is he?\" \"I don't know. Maybe a couple of years older than me.\" \"Perfect. Is he hot?\" Heather swallowed. \"I don't know. Hotness is in the eye of the beholder. I suppose some people would find him attractive.\" \"Too bad you don't. That would have notched up the intensity and interest. Oh, well, I think we have a solid game plan anyway.\" Heather coughed. The two spoke details for a few minutes and hung up. Heather stared at her phone. The black color reminded her of a pair of eyes. Somehow she didn't want to bring sadness to those eyes. She had visions of David slinking off the stage and retreating to his precious church to lick his wounds. \"Wait a second. Why am I worrying about him and his feelings? He's the enemy. I can't let his handsome exterior and his loathsome agenda get in the way of my career. He's just another pretty boy. They're a dime a dozen. And I have enough dimes in my bank account to keep me surrounded by handsome men the rest of my life. I will have no mercy on the jerk.\" Two days later her publicist returned Heather's call. \"It's all set. I hope you don't mind, but I booked a couple of signings for you while you're out in Los Angeles.\" 35

\"Which show?\" \"Holly Brubaker Show.\" \"I've never seen that one.\" \"It's pretty new. Holly is an up and comer. She's not afraid to tackle the tough issues. She thrives on controversy.\" Heather laughed. \"She should eat this one up then. This debate will be very controversial.\" \"This is a win-win situation for her. She gets a big name author and boosts her ratings. You get on the show much sooner than you would for one of the big fish.\" \"When am I on?\" \"From my schedule I saw you had an opening in early December. Got you booked for the 3rd.\" Heather looked at her version of the schedule. That was the week of the trip south. \"That'll work just fine.\" \"Awesome. I'd hate to go back to Holly and beg for a new date. I really like eggs – but not all over my face.\" She laughed at her own joke. Heather had heard that one before – more than once. She busied herself altering her calendar. After finishing the conversation, she walked to the big calendar on the wall and drew a red circle around December 3. Then she wrote \"kick butt\" in the circle. 36

Chapter 5 After David awoke from his nap, he pondered the alternatives for spending the rest of his Sunday. He could not make up his mind what he wanted to do. \"Wait a second. I've got things backwards. I should be asking God what He wants me to do instead. Lord, is there anything you want me spending my time on the rest of the day?\" Prostitution. \"What? Lord, I think you neglected to finish your sentence. What about prostitution?\" I want you to go down to the red light district. \"What am I going to do there?\" You'll know when you get there. Take $200 with you. This wasn't the first time God had sent him on a mission with an unknown goal. At least this time he had a fairly defined destination. After taking ten twenty dollars bills from his cash stash, he got into his auto and cruised to the section of town where the painted ladies roamed the streets. Park the car, get out, and start walking north. David wasn't exactly fond of being in this section of town, but he obeyed. At least eight solicitations tickled his ears as passed by the salesladies. He had walked a block when he felt the nudge from the Holy Spirit to talk to one of the girls in front of him. Instead of aggressively seeking customers, this young girl leaned back against the brick building. David detected the light of fear in her eyes when he approached. She glanced to the side. David followed her glance and noticed a slimy looking male studying them. Must be her pimp. He turned back to look the girl in the face. \"Hi.\" \"Mister, I think you'd like one of the other girls better.\" David shook his head. \"No, I'm sure you're the right one.\" \"I'm really not very good at this. Some of these girls are experts.\" \"I'm not looking for an expert.\" David felt a presence behind him. The hairs on the back of his neck stood straight up, a phenomenon that always occurred when he was in the presence of evil. He turned and found the suspected pimp approaching. \"Well, Darla. Looks like you found an interested party. Perhaps you need a little help sealing the deal.\" David looked at the girl. A neon sign blinking the word \"fear\" in bright red could not have given better testimony that the girl was scared out of her wits. \"I tell you what. I'd like to take this little girl 37

for a little ride. How long can I have her for two hundred bucks? I might be seeing her on a regular basis if everything works out tonight.\" The man's eyes lit up. \"You're in luck tonight. We're running a special on Darla here because she's brand new.\" He looked at his watch. \"I'll tell you what. Give me the money in advance and you can keep her until eleven PM.\" David reached into his pocket and pulled out the wad of bills. \"Done deal. Come on Darla.\" He held out his hand to her. \"Go ahead, girl. He won't bite. Well, maybe he will, but that's all in a day's work.\" The pimp laughed. Darla reached out and took David's hand as if it were crawling with spiders. He led her back to the car and opened the door for her. \"Where are you going to take me?\" She shuddered after speaking. \"Home. Are you cold?\" \"Duh. We can't wear jackets so we can strut our stuff.\" David turned on the fan and increased the output of the heater. \"This ought to help.\" \"Thank you. I hope you'll be gentle with me. The last guy was a freaking animal. I don't want something like that to happen to me ever again.\" \"I can guarantee you that I'll be more gentle than you ever thought possible.\" David looked over and saw that a small amount of fear seem to melt away at his words. When they arrived at his home, David opened the car door for Darla. \"Why are you being so nice to me? I'm not your girl friend or anything.\" \"You're a girl and you deserve to be treated like a lady.\" He noticed her eyes narrowed. It was clear she was trying to figure him out and was not having much success. When they entered the house, David threw his jacket through the air and landed it perfectly on a peg on the wall. He beckoned to Darla to come to him. She did so with her eyes on the floor. He cupped her chin in his hand and pulled it up so her eyes were at the level of his own. \"I want you to know that you're a princess.\" \"I'm a whore.\" \"You're a princess who has ended up in the wrong place. You're playing the slut right now, but that doesn't make you one.\" Teardrops formed in the bottom of her sockets and threatened to roll down her cheek. When they broke free from the rim, David reached up and dried them with his finger. \"I want to do 38

something tonight that I'm sure not one of your customers has ever done.\" \"Will it hurt me?\" \"Darla, it might be the best thing that has ever happened to you.\" \"So are we going to the bedroom or something?\" He shook his head. \"I don't need to take you to the bedroom to pray for you.\" \"Pray for me? Are you serious?\" \"Never been more serious. God sent me downtown tonight just to rescue you. I'm not sure what His plan is totally but I know I'm supposed to pray over you.\" A look which he could not decipher enveloped the face of the girl. She bowed her head. David put his hand on it. \"Father in Heaven, I pray right now that Darla be released from all the fear and shame that she is feeling now. I'm not sure what her story is, but I know that You love her very much. I plead the blood of Jesus over her right now. Cleanse her from the taint of the world and of men. Cleanse her from all bitterness, hatred, and unforgiveness. Fill her with Your love right now so that she might feel that she truly is Your daughter.\" Darla began to sob. David pulled her into his arms and tightly held her. When the sobbing subsided and the shudders of her body ceased, she spoke emotionally. \"I didn't want to do it. I don't want to do it. But now I'm stuck because Alfred said he'll kill me if I try to escape.\" \"Are you telling me that you're being held against your will?\" Darla nodded. \"I ran away from home. When I ran out of money, I had to scramble for some way to survive. Alfred took me in. He said I could make easy money by selling myself. I didn't have much choice. It was that or starve to death. And then when I found out how horrible this job really is, I couldn't get away from it. I'm trapped.\" \"How old are you?\" \"Sixteen.\" \"Your parents must be worried sick about you.\" \"I don't know. Maybe. My dad was furious at me just before I took off.\" David smiled. \"No maybe about it. I bet he'd celebrate all week if you called him.\" \"You think?\" David walked over and picked up the phone. He carried it back to Darla. \"Let's find out.\" 39

Tentatively she took the apparatus from him. She stared at the buttons for a few seconds before she punched out a number. \"Hello.\" \"Daddy?\" \"Darla. Is that you Darla?\" \"It's me.\" \"Oh, thank God! Are you alright? Where are you?\" \"I'm OK. I'm in California.\" \"Are you ready to come home?\" \"Daddy, do you want me there?\" \"Absolutely. Are you kidding? I've been praying for you to call or something.\" \"It could be a little complicated.\" \"I don't care. I'm coming to get you. Tell me where I can pick you up.\" \"I don't know.\" She started crying and handed the phone to David. After a few minutes of chatting with Darla's father, David provided the information on where he could pick up his daughter. He hung up on the phone. \"Your dad's coming to get you.\" \"When?\" \"Tomorrow.\" \"What am I going to do until then? Alfred isn't going to let me go.\" \"Alfred is not going to know anything about this. You can stay here until your dad arrives.\" \"If I disappear, he'll come looking for you.\" David nodded. \"Probably. God will protect me. In fact, I think I need to go find Alfred. God just gave me a plan.\" He picked up the phone again and dialed. \"Mack. David Justice here. I have a little situation.\" He reiterated Darla's story. \"I want to help bring this guy down. What he is doing is tantamount to human slavery.\" \"Will the girl testify?\" \"I'd prefer to do it another way.\" He explained the plan that had entered his head before placing the call. \"That's a bit risky, but if you pull it off, we'll nail the guy.\" \"I'm willing to take the risk.\" \"We'll outfit you in a bullet proof vest.\" David grimaced. \"You think it's necessary?\" \"Yeah. You never know what those punks will do. We'll be on the scene quickly, but it only takes a fraction of a second to pull a trigger.\" 40

\"It's worth the risk to take scum like this off the streets.\" \"OK. I'd love to run this guy in. We've had him in court a couple of times but he wriggled off the hook.\" \"Are you sure tonight is good for you to do this?\" David asked. \"I got nothin' better to do.\" \"OK. I'll see you downtown around 10:30.\" \"It's a date.\" David winced as he pictured Cindy. After ending the conversation, he turned back to Darla. \"I'm going to leave for a while. I'll see if I can get a woman to come over and spend the night with you. I'm not sure when or if I'll be home.\" \"I'm a big girl. I'll be fine all by myself.\" \"I know that. But I don't want to leave you alone.\" \"So you're gonna take down Alfred?\" \"That's the general idea.\" \"You better be careful. He's cold blooded.\" David nodded. \"I've picked up on that fact. God will be watching over me. Maybe you can say a prayer for me.\" \"Doubt it. I reached a point where I couldn't even say a prayer for myself.\" \"I'll tell you right now that is going to change. God is going to do a mighty work in your heart as you realize how lucky you are that He rescued you from the streets.\" She rubbed her brow. \"Maybe. I'm starting to actually feel safe right now.\" \"And when you get reunited with your family, it will get even better.\" David went back to the phone and dialed a couple of numbers. There was no answer. Who am I going to get to sit with Darla? The words \"it's a date\" came back to him. Cindy! Oh, gosh, do I want to encourage her by having her spend the night at my house? I'd have to find her phone number. A couple of other names came into his head. He tried those but both parties were unable to fulfill his request. Looks like it's Cindy or bust. Maybe Cindy and bust. He grabbed the local phone book. He wasn't sure he was relieved or worried when he found the number was listed. He dialed it slowly and hesitated before punching the last digit. She was home and her voice came to life when she discovered the identity of her caller. David explained the situation to her, and was not surprised to find she was excited at the opportunity to minister to the poor girl. He gave her instructions on how to get to his house and released her to prepare for her mission. An hour later she rang his doorbell. 41

David introduced the two females and led them out into the kitchen. \"I have lots of food in the fridge and pantry, but I don't cook very well, so I'll let you girls rustle up whatever you want. Is that cool?\" \"I already ate,\" Cindy said. \"I bet Darla hasn't had a decent home cooked meal in a long time.\" \"You got that right. Can you make fried chicken and mashed potatoes?\" Cindy looked at David with her eyebrows asking the question for her. \"You're in luck. I just bought chicken breast yesterday and didn't freeze them.\" \"Awesome! My mom makes the best fried chicken. I really missed it.\" \"And no doubt she missed having you there to eat it,\" Cindy said. \"Looks like you guys have it under control. I'm going to get ready. Maybe you'll have some leftovers for me.\" Cindy smiled. \"I love to cook. I'll come over any time you want and whip up a gourmet meal.\" David had mixed feelings. He certainly needed a woman to keep him well nourished, but if he let Cindy cook for him, the next thing he knew she'd be looking at wedding rings. He wasn't about to let his stomach paint him into a corner. Without responding to her offer, he made the escape to his bedroom. He immediately went down on his knees and began to pray for God's divine protection. After a few moments of prayer, he pulled out his Bible and read through the 91st Psalm. Before he felt truly ready for this epic encounter with evil, the clock struck nine-thirty. Ready or not, it was time to boogie. The butterflies in his stomach danced without ceasing as he maneuvered his car to the prearranged rendezvous point. Lord, if this is the end of the line for me, don't let me fail in my mission. Put this guy where he'll never hurt a young girl or anyone else for a long time. He found it hard to explain, but he felt nervous and at peace at the same time. He met Mack, who helped dress him in a bullet proof vest, outfitted him with a miniature microphone, and imparted instructions on how to proceed in a manner that might let him walk away in one piece. \"Does this high priced fashion accessory protect me from getting shot in the back?\" Mack smiled. \"It better. Scumsuckers like Alfred usually aim for the back.\" 42

\"Now I feel all warm and cuddly.\" A few minutes after eleven, David strode down the same sidewalk where he had encountered Darla a few hours before. It didn't take him long to spot Alfred. When he reached the spot where Alfred loitered, the pimp rolled up his coat sleeve to reveal a Rolex. \"You're a little late, dude. I might have to charge you a penalty. And where's Darla?\" As Alfred was talking, David received a download of information supernaturally. The plans that he had set up with Mack were superseded by orders from on high. \"We have a little problem here.\" \"We? Do you have a turd in your pocket?\" David smiled. \"Maybe I should rephrase it.\" Alfred nodded. \"You have a little problem.\" The pimp's mouth fell open. \"I have a problem? What kind of problem? Would you mind ditching the riddles and coming to the point? I'm a busy man.\" David rolled his eyes. \"Yeah, I can see that. It must be tough work to shepherd a herd of kitties.\" \"Damn straight. Now where's my girl?\" \"On her way home.\" \"Home?\" \"Not the rat infested prison that you run, but the real deal. She's gone back to be with her parents.\" \"I'm going to have to fetch her back then. And I'm going to have to bust you up for messing in my business.\" \"I really don't think you'll be in any position to reel her back into the fold. She'll be sharing with her parents and police about how you sent one of your own to her eternal reward.\" \"What kind of crap are you talkin'?\" David zipped his jacket a little tighter. \"Did you think you could get away with killing Linda Thompson?\" Alfred came out of his slouched position. \"I don't know nothing about it. Never heard of Linda Thompson.\" \"Let me refresh your memory. You were down by the river. When you started to throttle her, she cried out, 'Rescue me, God.'\" \"Nice story. Most people being strangled call out to the big man in the sky.\" David bit his lip. \"Not convinced yet, huh? You're right. That would be a typical thing for someone to cry out. How about your response? You said, 'Nice try, Linda, but this is my turf, not God's.'\" Alfred's eyes widened. \"Is that all you got to say?\" 43

\"That and I'd like my two hundred dollars back.\" \"You want me to give you two hundred dollars for stealing one of my assets? I wonder if they've missed you down at the asylum and put out the alarm yet. To tell you the truth, dude, where I'm going to send you, money won't do you any good.\" \"I figured it couldn't hurt to ask. When I take it out of your pocket, I might feel guilty.\" \"The only way you're taking money out of my pocket is if I'm dead.\" David smiled. \"I see you're a prophet, too. Now it's only fair that I give you one chance to get out of this mess. Turn yourself in and turn your life over to Jesus. He loves you.\" Alfred spit on David's right shoe. \"I was trying to figure out where you got the balls to come waltzing in here and threatening me on my own turf. Now I see that you're one of those lunatic Bible thumpers. There's only one thing that pisses me off more than a holier than thou preacher man. That's a preaching man who interferes with my kingdom and threatens me. I'm afraid you have three strikes, Jesus man. You think you're safe because we're surrounded by witnesses. Every one of these people standing out here are on my payroll or are friends of mine. Nobody will see anything when I put your lights out. I just wanted you to know that, so you can know that when they're holding your funeral, I'll still be struttin' my stuff on Stevens Street.\" Alfred's hand came out of his pocket brandishing a gun. David had time to take two steps backward before the slight noise of the silenced revolver hit his ears. A second shot followed in quick succession. A white hand reached out in front of David and snagged both bullets that were headed toward his face. Alfred stared at him in disbelief. He then lowered the gun slightly and fired two more bullets. David felt something strike his chest and he went down. The sound of someone yelling \"freeze\" wormed its way into his consciousness despite the pain. 44

Chapter 6 More gunfire rang out through the night and several women screamed. A pistol fell on the sidewalk next to David. Mack arrived at his side a few seconds later. \"David, are you OK?\" \"I've been better. This thing might not let the bullets get through it, but they don't stop all the impact of the bullet. I think I’ve got some bruised ribs or something.\" \"They work better if you're not close enough for your assailant to step on your shoe.\" \"Now you tell me.\" David struggled to get up from the pavement with Mack’s help. The first thing David saw was the motionless body of Alfred. Mack bent over the prone figure and checked for a pulse. \"Well, we won't have to worry about jury selection for this dude.\" \"You had to shoot him?\" \"We tried to take him without, but he started firing at us. We didn't have a choice.\" David nodded. He glanced down at the cement below him. A wad of bills lay on the ground next to Alfred. \"Look what I found. Since these bills are not on Alfred's person, there is no real evidence they belonged to him, is there?\" \"Finders keepers, losers weepers, we used to say when I was a kid.\" \"Maybe some of this ill gotten gain can do some good.\" He picked up the loot, counted ten twenty dollar bills, and put them in his pocket. He then walked over to the girls who had gathered in a group to console each other. \"This is a night of freedom for some of you. I'd suggest that you get while the getting is good. Go back to your parents. Get a real job! Do anything you can to escape this lifestyle. You all know it's just a question of time before you get killed like Alfred here or until you lose your physical assets and you won't be much good in this business. Get out while the chance is here. If anyone needs money for a bus ticket or something, I'm handing out hundred dollar gifts tonight. And if you want prayer to help you repent of your past and get delivered from past choices, I'm here to dispense that as well. Jesus loves all of you. Don't you think it's time you loved him back?\" David had no problem giving away the rest of Alfred's cash, except for the three hundred dollars he tucked away for Darla. 45

Three of the women asked for prayer. He knew that most of the others would end up conducting the same business with a different pimp. If any of them walked away, the world would be a better place and so would their lives. Mack latched unto David's shoulder with a grip of iron. \"What were you trying to do? That approach was not even remotely similar to our plan.\" \"God gave me insight. I was following His lead all the way. And He showed me that Alfred had to make his choice tonight.\" \"Looks like Alfred made the wrong decision.\" \"A long time ago.\" David looked down at the body again. \"I wonder what he was like when he was a toddler. His mother must have loved him very much.\" \"That's what mothers do. You know, you were really lucky that he missed you with those first two shots. It looked like he was aiming right between your eyes.\" \"He didn't miss.\" \"You got hit?\" David shook his head. \"You wouldn't believe me.\" \"Try me.\" \"An angel reached out and grabbed the bullets out of mid air before they rerouted my nose through my eye socket.\" Mack made a face. \"You're right. I don't believe you.\" \"Suit yourself. How else do you explain him missing with two shots from close enough to bonk me on the head with a pool cue?\" \"I can't explain it. I guess I'm not going to try. If you expect me to turn in a report that says an angel was acting as your personal shield, then I know you're crazy.\" The noise of sirens approaching grabbed David's attention. \"Are you done with me? I think I'll go home and tell our little former prostitute that she is truly free indeed.\" *** As David walked slowly back to his car, Heather Culebra sat at her computer 150 miles away. \"It's time to create another masterpiece. What am I going to write about this time? Of course there'll be a vampire involved.\" She drummed a pencil on the desk for a moment. \"Oh, how perfect. I'll make it a female vampire and have the love interest be a goody two shoes, Jesus freak. The vampire will sharpen and whiten her teeth on the throat of the handsome but deluded hunk. And she'll convert him away from lunacy of his religious strait jacket. He'll be transformed into a man of peace and love but devoid of the talk about sin and sacrifice and 46

Hell. He'll go from zero to hero in the eyes of the world.\" She began to type as fast as she could. The beginning of the book featured a physical description of the zero. She focused in on every feature of David Justice as she banged out the flowery description of a man who was lost but had no clue of his condition. When she decided it was time to retire for the evening so she could get a little sleep before her flight out in the morning for a book signing in Atlanta, she studied what she had written. \"Now, if I can just get David Justice to read this book, he might bring my book to life. And when they make this into a movie, I might ask to have him and me cast as the main roles. That would be precious. Mr. Anti-vampire starring in a vampire movie. This might end up being my best plot yet. Mr. Justice has no idea that I'm about to transform his drab life into a series of exciting events. You might call this poetic Justice.\" She cackled at her own joke as she started peeling off her clothing. *** At the airport the next day, Heather spoke almost non stop on her cell phone before the final boarding call was made. She hung up and hurried to the plane. Her publicist was working on sealing a deal with toy manufacturers for the production of dolls and action figures of some of Heather's characters. Several prototypes had been approved and the toy people had promised they would have the products available before the Christmas rush. The imaginary ka-ching of the cash register opening up filled Heather's mind as she took her seat on the plane. She looked back into the coach section. All those poor slobs had to be packed like screaming fans at a rock concert while she enjoyed ample legroom and personal service from the attendant. Life was good. All of the dreams she'd harbored as a young girl were coming true. The only thing missing in life was the man of her dreams. She wrote about him in every book she had published. Unfortunately, real men never measured up to the characters she created. She fantasized about drawing the figure of a man and having him spring to life. Maybe some day she should write a story about a magical artist who could bring people to life by creating pictures of them. They would literally step off the canvas. That might be a good plot. On the other hand, it might be a clunker, too. However, in her current position as queen of the vampire novelists, she swore she could write a lemon and people would rave about how sweet it was. She figured she was like a tenured university employee. She'd already earned her wings so no one could take them away. However, the urge to re-establish 47

herself as top gun drove her to strive for excellence. There were too many copycats making inroads into her body of loyal readers. She wanted her name to be on everyone's lips. Just for curiosity, she walked to the back of the plane. She checked to see how many people were reading one of her books. Three teens played with video games. She only detected one young person reading a book. Without appearing to stare she maneuvered herself so she could see the title and author. She bit back a curse that sprang to her lips. What are the chances of this? The young woman was reading David Justice's book. After walking past the misguided reader, she stopped, paused, and retraced her steps. The girl sat in the aisle seat so Heather could speak to her without interference. \"Excuse me. I couldn't help notice that book you're reading. I heard it was pretty lame.\" The girl looked up, one of her eyebrows doing a Spock imitation. \"Actually it's quite good. I never realized how much people's attitudes can be shaped by fiction. It's mind boggling to understand the battle for the minds of mankind that is going on right now in the world. The evil empire is coming out into the open, and God is pouring His Spirit on His people to compensate. Things are getting very interesting.\" \"I don't pay much attention to all of that stuff. I write books for a living and don't have time to wash the typewriter ribbon off my fingers.\" \"You use a typewriter?\" Heather laughed, \"I was just kidding. I joined the 21st century a long time ago. I don't think David Justice has though.\" \"You know him?\" \"I have the dubious pleasure of admitting that our paths have crossed.\" \"He is such a babe!\" Heather coughed. \"Babe? Yeah, I guess you're right. He is extremely immature.\" \"I meant he's handsome.\" \"Really. I hadn't noticed. He kind of reminded me of one of the Three Stooges.\" \"Are they a singing group?\" Heather rolled her eyes. \"Maybe you should read one of my books.\" \"What kind of stuff do you write?\" \"Vampire stories.\" The girl's face turned red. \"Mr. Justice says those kinds of books are potentially evil.\" 48

\"Do I look like someone who would write evil?\" The girl put her bookmarker between the pages and closed the book. \"You are very pretty. However, looks are deceptive and so are books. I'm very careful what I read. One of my favorite sayings is you are what you read. I want to just fill up with the good stuff. Life is too short to read junk books. And the thought of reading a harmful book makes me shudder. So I'm sorry to say I probably wouldn't read any of your work. I mean, it's probably good writing and stuff, but I just am not interested.\" Heather walked away without saying goodbye. She was steaming inside. The fact that not one passenger had recognized her was upsetting as well. The cognizance that her buns were frosted while steam came out of her ears did not amuse her. She plopped herself back in her assigned seat and pouted. David Justice is a nobody, and I'm going to see he stays that way. I'll show no mercy. She opened up her purse and took out one of her books. Whenever she travelled on a plane, she pretended to read one of her titles to see if she could start a conversation with a neighbor. A little adulation went a long way in motivating her to put out another masterpiece. Her eyes moved up and down the pages that she had typed a year previously, but her mind was fixated on David Justice's book. It appeared that he could turn some people from her work. That just isn't right! After turning the pages in her book for a few minutes without anyone paying any attention to her, Heather laid the book in her lap, face-up so any passersby could see the title, and closed her eyes. Sleep did not come easily. Angry thoughts of how she'd like to rip grooves in that perfect ruddy complexion of Mr. Justice dominated her. She imagined playing tic-tac-toe with her fingernails on his cheeks. She wondered if the skin would make noise like a chalkboard as the points ripped the flesh and caused rivers of blood to migrate to the floor. Whoa, hold that thought, girl! That would be a wonderful scene for my next book. And how about a new form of Chinese water torture where the dripping noise is provided by the splattering of blood on the white tile floor? Maybe I could combine the two of them. I'm just a creative machine when the wheels of my cerebrum start churning. Look out, David Justice, I'm going to steamroll over the top of you with my next offering. You won't know what hit you. *** 49

David quietly opened the door to his house, hoping that his guests had fallen asleep with the lights on. No such luck. They were propped in front of the television in the living room. They both got up and approached him when he came in. \"What happened?\" Darla asked. David couldn't help but notice that Cindy was almost standing on him. He enjoyed a little more private space than what she was giving him right now. \"It's over. Alfred tried to take out the police, and they ended up having to shoot back in self defense. He died at the scene.\" Darla stared in disbelief. When the news finally sunk in, she started to weep. \"Did you ever want to laugh and cry at the same time?\" David tried to remember such a time without success whereas Cindy nodded enthusiastically. Apparently it's a female thing. Darla threw her arms around David and squeezed him tightly. Upon feeling the contours of her body press against him, he felt uncomfortable with this embrace. He was relieved when she finally let him go. His relief was short lived. \"My turn now,\" Cindy said. She held her arms out to him. \"You're right. It's your turn to hug Darla now.\" Cindy pouted. \"I thought you were going to give me a hug. I'll hug Darla after I welcome home the hero.\" David tried not to let his eyes roll to the back of his head. He clenched his teeth and approached Cindy from the side. He ended up hugging her shoulder mostly. She seemed happy just to have him touch her. After David released her, she gave Darla a big hug. \"Well, ladies, I'm going to hit the sack. It's already past my bedtime. The alarm will be dragging me out of sound sleep in just a few hours. I'll let you figure out your own sleeping arrangements. One of you can have the bedroom and the other can use the couch. Or if you don't mind sleeping in the same bed, you can both have the bedroom.\" He opened a closet door. \"There are blankets and pillows in here, if you need them. Good night.\" \"What time do you want me to make you breakfast?\" Cindy asked. \"What?\" \"Did I stutter? I want to make you breakfast in the morning. What time do you eat?\" \"That's very thoughtful of you, Cindy, but I'll be fine. I have some yoghurt at the office that I always chow down on for breakfast.\" \"I thought Monday was your day off.\" 50