I am a vampire. For centuries I believed I was the last vampire on Earth,that I was the most powerful creature in existence. That belief gave me greatself-confidence. I feared nothing because nothing could harm me. Then oneremarkable day, my supposedly dead creator, Yaksha, came for me, and Idiscovered I was not omnipotent. A short time later another vampire appeared,one Eddie Fender. He had Yaksha's strength, and once again I was almostdestroyed. Yet I survived both Yaksha and Eddie, only to give birth to adaughter of unfathomable power and incomprehensible persuasion— Kalika,Kali Ma, the Dark Mother, the Supreme Goddess of Destruction. Yes, I believemy only child to be a divine incarnation, an
as some would describe her.In a devastating vision she showed me her infinite greatness. The only problemis that my daughter seems to have been born without a conscience.Actually, I do have three other small problems.I don't know where Kalika is.I know I must destroy her.And I love her.I don't know which of these dilemmas is worst, but together they make avery dangerous combination. There is another child who has recently been bornto rival my daughter. I don't know the child's first name, but he is the son of myfriend, Paula Ramirez. The power of this child is still a mystery to me. I onlyknow that a tiny vial of his blood was able to bring my closest friend, Seymour Dorsten, back from the dead. I don't know where Paula and her son are either. Idon't know if they're with Kalika. If they are, I do know they are both probablydead. Above all else, my daughter wants this child.But why? I don't know.I am beset with problems.They seem never to stop.I stand outside the Unity Church in Santa Monica, Seymour Dorsten bymy side. Three months have passed since we were last in Santa Monica, on the pier. On that day Kalika first chose to spare Seymour's life, but then threw astake into his spine while he thrashed in the ocean water below us. She said shedid so to make a point.
"Do you really need to know?" "Yes." "The knowledge will cost you."
The question I had asked was who Paula's child was. Killing Seymour was her answer to the question, a very curious answer. Had Kalika not killedSeymour, I never would have thought to use the child's blood on a dead person. Inever would have known just how special the child was. Yet Seymour does notremember any of this. The shock of being impaled has dimmed his memory of