Not any daywalker could turn other vampires into our kind. Zoey was preggers, so she was sitting this adventure out, but I bit Dracula, turned him into a daywalker like me, and we hit the open road. Zoey and I took down the club they’d set up in Kansas City already. The weird sisters were setting up a club down in New Orleans. I’d say he was my new sugar daddy, but it wasn’t like that. But, you know, look who’s talking, right? That is, whatever of it the sisters hadn’t held on to themselves. By combining our powers gleaned from the Scholomance, Dracula, Zoey, and I were able to destroy what remained of his darkness. We got him back to the Scholomance and, though he had been a master of the darkness before, he engaged the trials to become an initiate in the path of light. We were able to isolate the one part of Dracula, after the sisters had divided his essence, where any semblance of goodness remained. With her in charge at the Scholomance, Zoey and I learned that the school also offered another path. She did it well, and while she was always a goddess who wanted more power, and in a sense she had it, she was never the destroy-the-world-out-of-spite kind of devil. She had a bitchy streak, herself-Zoey could tell that story better than I could-but the other gods on Olympus had her under control. Well, Zoey and I shook things up in hell a bit. According to legend, the devil himself was the school’s headmaster. A mystical school that had trained sorcerers for centuries. Yes, Dracula had been a master of the Scholomance. His quirky weird sisters-you might have read about them in the book about my newest travel companion-worked a little dark magic, Scholomance mumbo jumbo on the old Count, divided him up into something that resembled a Borg collective, and isolated anything about his personality that was non-villainous in only one of his various manifestations. Probably less than half, but that doesn’t have the same ring to it. I’ll just say that this Dracula was half the villain he used to be. Why was I riding with Dracula? Well, that’s another long story. It also had the ability to allow me to travel the astral plane. So long as I didn’t encounter any blood or anyone with an open wound, it worked. I had a brooch, a device enchanted by a goddess and given to the reapers, that allowed me to keep my blood thirst under control during the day most of the time. I hadn’t tested it, for obvious reasons, but beheading might do the trick, too. The sun made me stronger (and deadlier), and if I wasn’t jonesin’ for blood, I loved garlic. In some ways, I was the opposite of regular vampires. I was almost indestructible during the day. Then, well, I looked like the failed experiment of an orthodontist. My vampirism wasn’t totally gone during the day, but it was absent enough that I barely noticed it and no one else did either. My senses were improved, but not at all comparable to regular vampires who could see in the dark just as well as in the day. It made me what we called a “daywalker.” Human and vulnerable in all the usual ways humans are at night. The theory was if they kept my body alive until the vampiric venom was gone, they could put my soul back in my body and keep me human. Of course, if I hadn’t met Zoey, I never would have become what I am. Having the Grim Reaper’s daughter-well, his sister, now that her brother took over the family business-as a best friend, and saving the world together a few times helped. Something about this new self was more confident than the old Sienna Cartwright used to be. I suppose that hadn’t changed, but I had fangs now, so I was way cooler than I used to be. Before I became a daywalker-a vampire whose more monstrous self only shows up under sunlight-I was a redheaded computer geek. I can be a bit of an airhead at times, but I’m a smart airhead. You could also call those years BS (before showers) since, as I understood it, back when Dracula was a mortal, if you bathed more than twice a year you were probably royalty. Whenever you talk about years BT (before technology) it all kind of blends together. You’d think a road trip with Dracula would be fun. Sienna is walking on sunshine, well at least walking in it, which is rare for a vampire. Daywalker Chronicles Book 1: Vampire Morning
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