Summer of Blood

By Ed Russo

The vampire Tony Perillo finds himself caught up in a dangerous passion that not only is dangerous to his life, but also in danger of becoming the monster he despises.
As he gets caught up in a web of lustful passion, he finds himself trapped in the clutches of a sadistic monster, a beautiful seductive vampire with secrets, which he soon discovers his own dark desires.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Jun 3, 2015
• ISBN: 9781329187047

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Summer of Blood

SUMMER OF BLOOD

E. RUSSO

ILLUMINATED PUBLICATIONS, Pittsburgh

Also by Ed Russo:

THE ILLUMINATI CODE: Mystery of The New World Order

THE ILLUMINATI CODE 2: The Apocalypse Begins

THE MERMAIDS CURSE

DEAD AND GONE

DIARY OF A MADMAN

LILAH

PLEIADIAN PAPERS

PLEIADIAN STAR CHILD

PLEIADIAN SPIRALS OF LIGHT: Workbook

THE HANDBOOK FOR THE RECENTLY DECEASED

LILITH: The Power of the Woman’s Spirit in the Age of Aquarius

BLOOD TIES

YOU ARE BUDDHA: Translation of the Vajrayana

A Illuminated Publications Book

Published by Illuminated Publications

Copyright © 2014 by Ed Russo

ISBN 978-1-329-18704-7

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For my family and friends

Part I The Fool

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Chapter 1

Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, July 13, 2016- I walked in the office of the candidate for District Attorney with my girlfriend. I had a knot in my stomach as what was about to take place.

May I sit down Mr. Falcone? asked my girlfriend.  Before he can answer she sat down anyway.

So you come to kill me, asked Eric Falcone.

No, I’m not going to kill you, you’re going to do it, said my lover.

Oh am I, Falcone said sarcastically.

The phone rings

Pick it up, my lover demanded.

It’s my wife, she can wait.

I know, I said pick it up, she demanded forcefully.

He answers the phone and on the other end a man answers it. I can hear the voice on the other end.

Your wife cannot come to the phone right now. I am watching her sleep. She has such a nice body, and I love the beauty mark on her ass, said the voice on the other end. Falcone has a worried look on his face as he hung up the phone.

So I have your attention now. Nothing will happen to your family as long as you do what I say, said my girlfriend.

Please, don’t let anything happen, Falcone pleaded.

I watch my mother die to, actually I killed her, and so I have no problem killing your family.

I can smell the stench of fear and urine for he had wet his pants.

Hey is this necessary? I said.

Hush, I’m doing business Tony, maybe you can learn something,

I didn’t say another word. What have I gotten myself into?" I asked myself. .

There is money in an offshore account in your name, you have a choice, you can wake up tomorrow as a widower and embezzler or you can open that drawer and take that gun and put it to your head and pull the fucking trigger,

I’ll do what you ask, please don’t hurt my family

Good, my lover said as she got up out of the chair, and by the way don’t disappoint me. If I don’t hear you fire that trigger in the next minute, I won’t make that phone call and that means your whole family dies, said my lover.

We walked out of his office and she had a smirk on her face. I could hear the blood flow and his heart race like a drum break through the door. And it came to a stop with a grand finale of an explosion and a deflagration as thousands of tiny teared brain tissues and blood hit the drawers on the shelf behind his ridiculously stuffed fat lawyer armchair

… and then there was silence.

My lover smiled, she was thrilled at the power she has over others, and she gets off on it.

The question that has been hounding me is how a vampire like me got caught up in all this? I miss Jodi very much she was the love of my life. Now I find myself trapped as a slave in this fucked up relationship.

You are going to make the phone call aren’t you? I asked.

Fuck no, the stupid fuck is dead, and I think I am just going to let my assistant kill his family, said Christina.

Eight Months ago, New Kensington, Pennsylvania, November 23, 2015-  Three months have passed since the Illuminati World Convention and my mentor Cagliostro told me how important it was to keep a journal for personal growth in our sacred teachings. Before this I never cared about keeping a diary. It has been eight months since Jodi has been gone and I still miss her very much. My heart yearns for her on a daily basis.

I sat here listening to music and the song "I’m still loving you by the Scorpions was playing. I became very emotional listening to this song. I listened to it multiple times. The question was did this song apply? I don’t know, she isn’t alive but it feels that she still was. She has to be. Either way if I did what the Illuminati suggested she still would be here.

The pain of lost I feel is very intense. Being a vampire causes our emotions to be more intense. I got on Facebook and posted part of the lyrics.

If we'd go again

All the way from the start

I would try to change

The things that killed our love

Your pride has built a wall, so strong

That I can't get through

Is there really no chance

To start once again

I’m still loving you.

I don’t know why, it was as though I’m trying to reach out to Jodi. Maybe part of me is hoping that she will see this.

I had a glass of wine sitting next to me. I been sipping it and I felt nothing. Well I still had the whole bottle to drink. I needed to find a way to ease what I was feeling. This was my first time drinking since I became a vampire.

What is a vampire? I am still learning that myself. What I know so far is that a vampire has superhuman strength, superhuman speed, preternatural intelligence, great stealth, the need to consume human blood, and that during the daylight we are not much different than a mere mortal. Actually being a vampire is much more than this.

I poured myself another glass of wine and surf the web for porn. As a human alcohol seemed to remove my inhibitions to allow me to fully indulge in porn, now the alcohol doesn’t seem to have any effect. I needed something to distract myself from thinking about Jodi, something to ease the pain.

Finally I fell asleep and woke up a few hours later. It turned out that I wasted a whole bottle of wine. My metabolism as a vampire must be too high for alcohol to have any effects on me.

I decided to study the NEGELTU U Da- Am which is the vampire bible and practice the art of Dhyana meditation. The idea is to come to the realization that there is only one Force that permeates the Universe and that Force is the Divine Intelligence Force which we are all made of and therefore it is also our true Self. Realizing this strengthens the powers of the vampire.

The next day I went over to Trey’s apartment. He also lives in New Kensington. I no longer live in Tarentum, Pennsylvania. I was forced to move out of the apartment because the building was going to be torn down for reasons that I don’t know. I moved to an apartment in New Kensington on Woodmont Avenue. Just above the wall which has the next street up is Valley Middle School. Few years ago when I first met Clarice, we had sex in the back yard of that school.

I went out the door and got in my car and drove down Rankin Street and after a few blocks I arrived at my cousin Trey’s apartment.

Heard of Walter Russell? asked Trey.

I recall his name being mentioned in the material Alexandria has written, I said.

You should check out his stuff. His material isn’t accepted by mainstream science because he says the existence of Mind is the cause of matter whereas mainstream science says mind is the effect instead.

Okay, sounds like teachings of the Vampiri that teaches that. We just used the word Consciousness with a capital C, I said.

Well Alexandria did mention about Walter Russell teachings which can back up what she wrote. Therefore Mind and Light are one and the same which is God. It is gravity which is Mind’s desire that gives forth a light wave illusion like a movie projected on the screen of what we call reality, said Trey.

So he is saying that Light and Mind are one? I asked.

"Yes, in his book The Secret of Light he mentions that there is only one energy that exists. That energy is living energy which is Consciousness and it depends on our perception which causes us to perceive it as different energies," said Trey.

By the different vibrations? I asked.

Yea, because of desire which is gravity energy spirals inward into the black hole. When energy dominantly moves in that direction it is perceived as electricity. When the same energy spirals dominantly outward it is perceived as magnetism. But it is the same energy. This happens at different speeds and that what causes us to perceive all we perceive in the material world as reality.

"Oh ok, that’s in harmony with the Illuminati," I said.

That’s what’s up, said Trey.

What do you think about becoming a vampire, I asked.

Naw, I’m good. My soul is immortal, so I’m okay with just reincarnation, said Trey.

Okay, I said. We all have our own path and everyone is not meant to be Vampiri, but he is still family and that is all that counts.

The next day was Thanksgiving and my mom was having dinner at her place. I was hoping Trey could come, but he was spending time with his new girlfriend Carrie who prepared food. I went to school with Carrie Densmore’s cousin Diana Densmore.

I drove to Pittsburgh over my mom’s and aunt Imani was there and some guy from her church and even my uncle Alfredo was there, he is finally out of jail.

I and Uncle Alfredo talked. He mentioned that he believes jail for him was a blessing in disguised. He knew if he didn’t go to jail for murder when he stabbed someone due to a fight where his girlfriend who was a hooker was being assaulted, he would have eventually gone to jail for much worse. I wondered what is worse than murder. He told me he would have just killed a lot of people in a calculating way if he didn’t go to jail for second degree murder.

I opened up to him about how I wanted to be a wise guy for the mafia once.

In the other room church music was playing and soon my mom and her friend and aunt is dancing and praising the Lord.

I just observed from a distance, it’s not my cup of tea.

The Hunger was calling me and when I left I needed to go out and feed.

I drove around New Kensington looking for someone to eat. I know I had to be careful because the police could have mistaken me for looking for drugs since drug activity is heavy in this town.

I saw one woman on Constitution Boulevard and she looked haggard. I don’t think I want to feed from her. Maybe I shouldn’t be picky since she is just food. I then decided to go to a Lounge on 7th Street. As a vampire I can compel anyone to do what I want. I don’t have to feed off a drug addicted hooker.

I sat at a table looking around deciding who I would like to eat. I saw one girl who grabbed my attention. She had light auburn hair and she looked like she can pass as Asian or Latino. Does she stand out because she somewhat reminds me of Jodi? I don’t know, I can’t say she looks like her. I guess it really doesn’t matter. I just wish she was here with me. I decided to scan the mind of this girl and her name is Sheryn. She wasn’t Asian or Latino, she happens to be Filipino.  She was born in the Philippines and moved to the United States at the age of 5 with her parents. She grew up in California and eventually winds up in New Kensington of all places.

I got up and walked over to her.

May I buy you a drink, I asked.

No thank you, I’m good, said Sheryn.

Okay, I said. This was awkward; I sat there for a minute in silence. I know I could just compel her, but I want this to be totally of her consent, and of course I’ll erase the memory of drinking her blood.  What other approach should I try?

So how was your Thanksgiving? I asked.

It’s okay, she said.

By the way, I’m Tony, and you? I asked.

Nice meeting you Tony I must be going, she said. I felt disappointed for I see she has no interest and the Hunger is calling me. I am feeling a little discourage tonight, but I must feed.

I sent her a telepathic message to meet me outside in the alley. I then get up and headed out of the Lounge. I met up with Sheryn and she reached toward my face to embrace me in a kiss. I kissed her passionately moving my tongue around in her mouth. It has been awhile since I kissed anyone. I then moved my head to the side to where her neck was exposed and sank my teeth deep into her neck.

I drank and drank feeling the euphoria of my consciousness bonding with her. I was tempted to keep on drinking, but vampires are required to only drink a small amount every fortnight.

I stopped myself and gave her a suggestion to forget this night. She walked away with no memory that she met me. I then got into my car and drove home.

Drinking blood help alleviate my feelings of depression. Sometimes I wonder will I ever find anyone again after Jodi.

I checked my e-mail and saw that there were some meetup groups mentioned that I would love to go. I saw a meetup called The Power of Gratitude. I decided I would go to this meeting the following evening.

That night I had dreamt that I was going to a public event with some blonde girl. In the dream she was the actress Georgina Haig from Austria that plays Elsa from Once Upon the Time, but it wasn’t. I don’t recall what her name was. I felt like I knew her and we held hands in a public place where nine times out of ten where Jodi would have been. In a previous dream this was a place where I saw Jodi that she goes to often. I don’t know why I dreamed of this place that doesn’t exist. It was like some type of convention. It wasn’t the Illuminati convention; it was more like an Anonymous convention for recovery addicts. In real waking life Jodi has never been to any place like this and unfortunately Dietrich took her away from me.

At the event we sat there among a crowd of people holding hands, it felt good to be able to move on. Jodi was not there to see us.

Shortly the dream ended and I woke up still a little tired. I got up and went into the living room to study my vampire bible.

What I found interesting about our history is that a vampire founded the mystery school in Sumer. The vampire was Enki. Abram’s father was a member of the Priesthood founded by a vampire. When Abram left Sumer he taught the wondering Gypsies and Enki changed Abram into a vampire then he changed his name to Abraham.

About 420 years later Amenhotep IV also changed his name to Akhenaton after his encounter with Aton/Enki in the mountains in Sinai who also changed him. This was to insure Akhenaton that the original Priesthood that was in Sumer is parallel to the mystery school that Thutmose III founded in Egypt. The teachings in Sumer made its way to Egypt via Isis and Osiris. Pharaoh Thutmose III, a vampire united all the priesthoods in Egypt into a single unit. Prior each Temples had their own Per Ankh (House of Life). These schools probed the mysteries of life.  When Akhenaton was exiled from Egypt he took his people to Sinai who happen to be both Egyptian and Israeli. The esoteric teachings passed through word of mouth to his people are the Kabbalah while the exoteric teachings of the Israelis became tainted over time.

Later King Solomon became a member of the mystery school. He left Egypt before he completed all the degrees. In Jerusalem when he had the Temple built, he hired brick layers called masons to build it. He taught these masons the mysteries of life that he learned in the mystery school. They became the first freemasons because they were free in mind, therefore as freethinkers they adopted the term freemason since they saw themselves as masons who were free. Over the eons that passed the true Craft has been diluted and today freemasons are humans unknowingly imitating vampiric rituals.

Wow, that explains why Abraham fell into a deep sleep after his blood offering. I experienced this when I became vampire, a slow long 6 weeks it took for my change.

I just wonder how many historical people are vampires. I met Cagliostro, unfortunately Dietrich Eckart. I met Rudolph Hess and I was informed that Beethoven, Leonardo Da Vinci and Ben Franklin are vampires; I hope to meet them some day.  

I was getting sleepy and decided to take another nap. This time I dreamt I saw Maggie just being released from jail. I didn’t know a Maggie, but in the dream I knew her for a long time. She was still wearing her jail scrubs under her jacket.

She was a dark haired girl who could pass as Italian or French. She looked around my age. I will be nineteen next month.

Oh you just got out of jail? I asked.

Yes, what have you been up to? asked Maggie.

I just been hanging in there, was trying some pre-paid legal program, but it’s not for me, I said.

Well I just got out of jail and I need some dick, perhaps I’ll see you around, said Maggie.

Well I don’t mind, I said.

Well then let’s do it, said Maggie.

I found myself in a bedroom I grew up in as a child. Maggie was there and suddenly her friend Sue was also with her. Sue was an African America pretty girl with dark chocolate complexion and long dark wavy hair. 

She can stay, she’s with me, said Maggie.

Before I knew it I was having a threesome. What I failed to notice was that I wasn’t having sex with Maggie and Sue; instead it was with a blonde named Chrissy with Sue. It was as if I knew Chrissy for a long time and during the dream I failed to notice the dark haired girl was replace with the blonde.

I went down and tasted Chrissy and she pulled me back up to penetrate her with my manhood. I didn’t want Sue to feel left out so I went down on her and then kissed Chrissy as I continued to fuck her.

Before I could reach organism I woke up and that was when I realize I was dreaming and that dark haired girl turned into the blonde girl named Chrissy.

I got out of bed and turned on the television as I booted up the laptop. I heard on the news about a stabbing in New Kensington and two other shootings in one night. Wow what is going on here? People have lost their damn minds. I decided to write down these odd dreams that I have been having.

Cagliostro told me that sometimes dreams have a message and writing them down is also a gateway to lucid dreaming that can also be used to carry over into the waking life.

I did not know what these dreams could mean. After I wrote in my journal I decided to surf for information on black magic. I performed a resurrection spell back in March, hoping that it will bring Jodi back, but obviously it didn’t work. I never thought I would dwell into black magic, but I was desperate and couldn’t bear the thought of her gone. It turns out that black magic is not like in the movies. There is no conjuring the devil or any blood sacrifices. In some traditions that did or do sacrifice animals, it was more like blessing food. The carcass would be used after the ritual to cook and eat. Another thing surprising about black magic is that it is labeled black because it is not of the mainstream way of thinking.  Many consider white magic that is use to benefit others while black magic is used to harm others. The definition I saw upon the practitioners is that it doesn’t mean it’s harmful, but just unacceptable to society at large.

That which is called white for example is to rely on God or gods to bring about results and if nothing happens, and then it means it’s wasn’t meant to be. When it comes to black magic it is about the individual taking responsibility for the results and when results don’t fall through it is due to the individual’s habits that are interfering, and with work, habits can be changed.

One thing I must be careful of is when it comes to resurrection spells one can come back wrong. Well that is according to fiction. In reality the most that may happen is a manifestation of her ghost.

I searched and found no other resurrection spells except from Charmed and World of Warcraft. It was still wee hours and I decided to lie back down.

This time I dreamed I had a jealous girlfriend who felt threatened by Jodi.  We were at some meeting and Jodi happened to also be there. My girlfriend was bothered by her appearance. Next we were in my home and I saw photos of Jodi in the hallway of my last apartment in Tarentum. When my girlfriend used the restroom I hurried and took the photos from the floor in the hallway and rush to hide them as she was coming out the bathroom. I tried my best to act normal so she doesn’t get suspicious. I felt that if she found Jodi’s pictures she would have ripped them to shreds.

I then woke up from the dream and have no idea who my girlfriend was in the dream.

Suddenly I heard a crashing sound in the kitchen. What the fuck is that? I asked myself. I reached out with my vampiric senses and was in unbelief of who I was sensing.

Chapter 2

Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, November 27, 2015- I was at the meetup group. Earlier I thought I felt Jodi’s presence in the kitchen and by the time I got there no one was there. Could Jodi’s spirit paid me a visit, or did I just imagine it? The speaker at the group talked about how gratitude allows one to make better choices in life, and with better choices one has a better life. He said there is always something to be grateful about and that leads to happiness. When we focus on what we are not grateful for then we feel misery.

There were a few people at the meeting. There was one girl there I found attractive. It was as if I already knew her. There was this bond like I knew her from another life. Her name was Crystal. She had light blonde hair and green eyes, very soft features and full pink lips. She had to be at least eighteen even though she could pass for fifteen or sixteen. I doubt anyone under eighteen would be going to meetups. Then again I was living on my own when I was seventeen, and that was just last year. Crystal had an aura about her that radiated sheer beauty. For once I was not thinking about Jodi.

Nice to meet you Crystal, I said.

Nice to meet you Tony, said Crystal.

So you come here often? I asked.

Well this is my first time. What about you? asked Crystal.

This is my first time here to, I been to a few other meetups, but this is my first one here, I said.

So what are you doing tonight after you leave here, asked Crystal.

Well, I don’t have anything planned. What are you doing after? I asked.

Well most likely I will go home and go to sleep, I have to get up for work in the morning, said Crystal.

Okay, perhaps we can hang out sometime, if that is okay with you, I said.

Sure, I would like to, Crystal said. Crystal gave me her telephone number and I gave her mine.

What do you do? I asked.

Oh, I work at a nursing home, said Crystal.

Okay, cool, you seem to be a caring person, I said.

Thank you, and what is it that you do?

Well I’m doing pre-paid legal, but it’s going slow right now, so I’m in-between jobs, I said.

The next day after I talk to Crystal on the phone I drove to Pittsburgh to meet her. She had me meet her at a psychic shop where people go to get readings. This is interesting for her to want to meet her there. I pulled up and she walked up to the car and told me to park and come inside. I pulled over and parked the car and got out.

I entered into the store with her and seen a dark auburn haired lady about 5’6" with penetrating hazel eyes sitting at a round table with a Crystal ball and tarot cards. Behind her was a shelf with books and occult items.

Tony, this is my sister Eliza, she does readings. She is also a healer, Crystal said.

Okay, cool, I said. I never had been to a psychic before. Does she have any abilities that a vampire doesn’t have? I asked myself.  From another room toward the shelves a man came out.

Meet John, my brother, said Crystal.

Nice to meet you John and Eliza, I said.

How would you like a reading, it’s on the house, said Crystal.

Okay sure, I said.

I sat down at the table across from Eliza. Is she really psychic or is this a scam I wondered. If she is authentic would she pick up vibrations that I am a vampire?

Eliza closes her eyes as if she was mediating or channeling. She opened her eyes and laid out the tarot cards.

Eliza speaking in a slight German accent told me someone from my past will return who I would never suspect. She also told me that a new love and new chapter of my life is beginning. She also warned me that this person from my passed is not who they once were and I need to be careful not to compromise my character.

What do you mean? I asked.

This person from the past could put you in a dire situation where you could compromise who you are if you are not careful. Sometimes when people come back, they come back wrong. You lost someone earlier this year and you must be careful, said Eliza.

Oh my gosh, she’s talking about Jodi, maybe the resurrection spell did work, did Jodi come back wrong? I asked.

Magic has consequences, some magic is best to stay away from when you are not fit to perform, said Eliza.

I was floored; there is no way that she can know that I did a resurrection spell. That probably was Jodi in my kitchen.

It is best to move on to this new love that is coming your way, Eliza continues.

The reading ended. I was speechless, from what I was told is that it seems I