Free Zombies Unleashed (The Vampire from Hell Part 6) by Ally Thomas Page A

shared with Stephanie.  Stephanie seemed okay with it.  And even though Stephanie agreed we should have done what we did, I knew she did not like it.  I knew how weird Grace felt being around Stephanie, even in her human form, and I didn’t blame her.  Yet I could not walk away from Stephanie now.  I wanted Grace to understand that.  Somehow, I had to reason with her and repair our fractured friendship.
    Justifying an excuse to stop by my house before I went to Grace’s place, I used the Blue Tooth connection in my motorcycle helmet to call the home number and see if Stephanie needed anything.  On the sixth ring, she answered the phone.  Her voice seemed groggy.
    “Uh hello?”
    “Did I wake you?” I asked, hoping I sounded more concerned than shocked that she was still asleep in the afternoon.
    “I must have fallen asleep again.  Where are you?”
    “Coming up the drive now.  You hanging out in the basement still?” I asked.
    “Yeah, I cannot handle the openness of your living room.  I know it’s ridiculous, but the windows, the street sounds…”
    “It’s not ridiculous.  You’ve been through a lot.  It will take you awhile to adjust.  I’m just glad …”  She knew what I was about to say.
    “Me too.  I’m glad they’re dead.”
    Suddenly jumping off my bike and diving into the bushes across from the driveway, I scrambled for my phone as it flew in the air.  “Stephanie,” I blurted out.  “Someone is in the house now.  Stay where you are!”
    “Who is it?” she hissed in fear.  Long gone was the devilish sarcasm she had delivered to me so many times before.
    “One vehicle.  A red SUV.  License plate number 666-SF1.”
    “It cannot be!” she shrieked.
    “I see movement in the living room,” I replied.  “Don’t come out unless I call for you.  He’ll kill us both if he knows you’re here.”  I added an “Okay?” afterwards to soften my command.  I’m sure she heard the panic rising in my voice.  Our father could be alive and well, and standing in my living room as we spoke.
    ***
    As I strolled into the main hallway to the living room, I tossed my keys on the foyer table.  Holding onto my motorcycle helmet like I had a bowling ball ready to launch at someone’s head, I immediately recognized two people standing near the couch.  A third person remained sitting as I entered the room.  Awkwardly, J and Blick nodded toward me, glanced down, and then returned to their motionless state.  They appeared to be extremely uncomfortable, but I could not tell why.  G sprang from the couch and shoved his hand at me.  “Rayea, my dear.  Always a pleasure.  You know your boyfriends here, Blick and the one they call J.”
    I had not seen Blick since he had called me up and had canceled our wedding plans.  I was in no mood to see him now, but something with this scene did not sit right at all.  1) Seeing the odd behavior they both exhibited made me become concerned.  2) Having a spontaneous visit from G or J seemed too random and too strange as well.  3) Catching the phrase G had just used, the one they call J, started sending alarms ricocheting in my head.  This was about to get complicated.  But I knew if my father was pretending to be G, I had to play the game.  I had to make it look seriously believable.  I grumbled under my breath.  Let the games begin, Fucker.
    “What do I owe this pleasure, sir?” I asked as I pulled back only slightly on my politeness.
    “There is to be a wedding,” G spoke up.  “You must choose, my child.”  He waved a hand at both men and returned to the couch, crossing his short legs.  Being a burly man of about five feet, I had never seen G wear anything but Hawaiian shirts, khaki shorts and canvas loafers.  Here he sat in a white button up shirt that clung to his upper body and arms as if it was about to strangle the life out of him.  The full-length black slacks also appeared too tight and cut into his upper thighs as