ago. Vikar and his brothers, for example, are that old. Others, like me and Armod, arenât that old, but we have at least some Norse blood in our veins.â
âWhoa! Are you saying that Vikar and his brothers are more than a thousand years old?â
âYes.â
âHe doesnât look much older than his early to mid thirties.â
âVangels do not age.â
âHow convenient!â she said. Then narrowed her eyes at him, âHow old are you?â
âWell, I was twenty-Âtwo years old when I died in Vietnam forty-Âtwo years ago. So, I guess you could say Iâm sixty-Âfour.â
âHoly cow! And here I thought I was being a cougar at twenty-Ânine, lusting after a younger man.â
He grinned. âYou lust after me?â
She decided to ignore his question. For now. âThat still doesnât explain the whole vangel . . . vampire angel business.â
âA long, long time ago, God got angry with the Viking race as a whole, and the Sigurdsson brothers in particular. Too sinful, too vain, too vicious, too arrogant. He decided to wipe out the Viking culture and, in fact, eventually did so.â
âThat is some story!â
âYou donât see any Viking nation today, do you?â
âI guess I never thought about it.â
âAt the last minute, St. Michael the Archangel interceded on their behalf, and God gave the Vikings a second chance at redemption. Some of them, anyhow. Jasper, one of the fallen angels, was wreaking havoc on earth with his Lucipires, demon vampires. God commissioned Michael to turn a band of fallen Vikings into vampire angels to fight the Lucies.â
âHoly moly!â
âItâs a lot more complicated than that, but I think Iâve given you enough information to digest, for now. You can see why secrecy is important to us, and why, at first, I tried to hide your presence here. The less you know, the less you can reveal when you leave.â
Karl mentioned her leaving in such a casual manner that it felt like a stab to the heart to Faith. She tried not to show her hurt. âDo you seriously expect me to believe youâre a vampire?â
He made a hissing sound and turned to her. Fangs emerged from his mouth, and he licked his lips, like he was considering taking a good bite of her neck.
She shimmied over to the other pillow against the wall.
âSee. Iâm a true-Âblue, blood-Âdrinking vampire.â He rubbed a hand over his mouth, and his fangs receded into his gums, leaving only small, almost unnoticeable points on his incisors. âStill lust after me, baby?â There was an endearing vulnerability in his eyes as he asked the question.
âProbably,â she said. âYou said vampire angel. Do you have wings, too?â
âNot yet. Maybe never. I do have shoulder bumps, though, where they might be someday.â
âThis is amazing. Do you know what I thought? Youâll laugh. I thought you were some kind of gang, like Hellâs Angels.â
âMore like Heavenâs Angels. Or Heavenâs Other Angels.â
She smiled. âI think Iâll take my pills now.â
He went to the bathroom, where she could hear him opening the medicine cabinet and pouring water. She hurried and undressed, pulling on her flannel nightgown. When he returned, she was in bed, under the sheets. She took the pills and drank half of the glass of water.
âI really am safe here, then?â
He nodded.
âWould you lie down with me until I fall asleep?â
âThatâs not a good idea.â
âWhy? We could bundle like the Amish do? Like we did that first night you brought me here, and you lay on top of the quilt.â
âYou remember that? You appeared to be unconscious.â
âI remember bits and pieces.â She scrooched over and patted the top of the quilt on his side. âCâmon. I promise I wonât jump your