Immortal Holiday, Part 5: The Feast (Happy Easter)

So: pre-Easter dinner… which I was already late for at sunset.

The idea was that I’d “already eaten” and could join the conversation at Uncle Ron’s without making too many excuses… which would have worked fine until the cook insisted the family wait for me. Also, the dinner party was bigger than I’d been told: in addition to my parents and myself, dad’s brother also invited his wife’s father and mother, Willie and Ezra… seven in all.

Ever meet anyone who insists Ezra can’t be a girl’s name? Anyway…

Uncle Ron’s house used crucifixes as a decorating theme, FYI. If I hadn’t known better, I’d have thought they were trying to keep me out. I found myself a little jealous of the ten-dollar all-you-can-eat fish fry Cole and Travis had discovered at a local VFW and gone to. They told me it was easy to find; just look for the tank in the front yard. Clearly, they were having a good time…

It turns out being “diabetic” is also a handy excuse without a lot of questions, a genetic anomaly from my mom’s side. She gave me a moment’s scowl when I said this was I why I wasn’t eating (which implies a talking-to later) but lovely Ezra added, “At least you come by it honestly. You look so thin!”

Ezra latched onto me like a new best friend, even rearranging the dinner table to sit beside me. Dad and Ron had done a lot of catching up during the day, but my fears of becoming the topic of conversation were allieviated by Willie leading the subject matter.

Willie was a veteran warhorse. He looked like he could be a curmudgeon and had earned the right to be one. Recent surgeries mentioned included his new elbow, a new hip, and waiting for his replacement knee to heal. His wife Ezra made sure he always had a fresh cold beer tucked into a cozy before the last bottle ran dry.

Somehow we started talking about Chevy HHRs; three of us drove them. In my only attempt to add something meaningful, I mentioned I didn’t like HHRs when I test drove one and had got a little red Kia Soul instead. Clamping down on my arm like a vise, Ezra warned me, “He’s a Chevy man!” but Willie the Warhorse took it in stride. “Only reason those Koreans can build those cars is because I saved them all to let ’em do it!”

Talk turned to “the war” and how bunkers were better than foxholes. When bunker guys got a day of rest and relaxation, Willie explained, they went to a place far away from “the bangers” for hot showers and cheap American beer; when foxhole guys got a day, they spent it in the bunker! Willie said he’s been in the country for nine months, respectfully adding the foxhole guys were “the ones who actually TOOK the hill.” When he’d been in South Korea, nothing was taller than a chimney but now they have skyscrapers.

Ezra mentioned later that Willie almost never talked about the war and that he must have liked me.

The conversation eventually moved out onto a patio to enjoy a cool Spring evening talking about speed limits being too low and weird craft beers. It felt very normal and entirely peaceful taking it all in. I noticed my mom looking at me with a sense of pride, I think, marveling at the predator who could still pass for human.

Happy Easter, everyone… but this little adventure isn’t quite over yet.

Take your power seriously. Keep each other safe. Be indomitable.
~ Janiss

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Immortal Holiday, Part 2: The Plan

While there aren’t any travel perks to being a Vampire, having boatloads of cash and one-sixth of a private jet never hurts. No lines, no TSA, no luggage limits… feel free to hate me now, but just a little. You also don’t have to travel to a major airport; any permissible airstrip will do.

Weston, West Virginia has just such an airstrip, so we scheduled a pickup for early evening. Even though this is a holiday primarily with my still-living parents, I’m still taking my buds Cole and Travis… for all the reasons I haven’t thought of. We’ll visit a bit on the plane, but once we get up to Michigan, they’ll have accommodations ready at a local rental to make sure my day-bed (read: grave) is up to specs.

I’ve made up the convenient excuse that part of my time in the area will be split between visiting and local scouting of charitable entities for the Cedarcrest Foundation of Appalachia; while it’s technically true (I use this excuse often), it means I shouldn’t be missed since I’ll be blissfully six-feet under while Mr. Sun is patrolling the skies.

My dad always tried to give my mom and I the best of everything growing up as his businesses improved, but I’m looking forward to seeing the look on his face when I invite him onboard our Gulfstream G650ER.

Otherwise, there’s no plan here; just me dealing with any relative-prompted situation that comes to pass. What could go wrong, hmm?

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~ Janiss

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Resurrection, Rebirth, and Faith – Vampire Verisimilitude

Resurrection is defined as “the action or fact of resurrecting or being resurrected” — being raised literally from the dead. The ancient Egyptians believed in this as well as modern Christians.

Rebirth is defined as the process of being reincarnated or born again, but also the action of reappearing or starting to flourish or increase after a decline — revival. Again, a tenet in Christianity: being reborn.

These words are not the same. Vampires are resurrected — made undead, specifically — imbued with a force that simulates life, but anyone can accept to be reborn whether mortal or immortal. Anyone can choose to live their lives differently and immediately as long as they accept the consequences. For the religious, this can be faith in God, in Christ, in Jehovah, or in Allah.

So why can’t we all have more faith in each other?

Brussels was attacked on Tuesday. A park in Pakistan was attacked this morning.

Both by suicide bombers.

This was a conscious choice to ignore life, both their own and those of others. How does murdering the innocent further a cause? How can willful destruction open lines of communication? What is even the point? This doesn’t change any minds. Events like these provoke two reactions: fear and anger, neither of which lead to clear thinking.

Vampires feel hostile towards one another; we’re also smart enough to avoid one another for the same reason. There are also times when we need to reach out to one another, and digital communication has made that possible without endangering ourselves or the lives of others. It’s such a waste living in a world with access to more information and interconnectivity than at any time in history only to see it used to plot and KILL ONE ANOTHER…

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I am such a bleeding heart. I’m sorry for bringing everyone down.

Please accept these bunnies dressed like Vampires as an apology and enjoy the holiday.

Happy Easter, everyone. Keep each other safe.

~ Janiss

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