Rodericks Back Story


     So here is Roderick’s back story.  I will say now that I am a history junkie so you will be introduced to people from the seventeen hundreds… They are Nathan Hale, Americas first spy, and Deborah Samson, the first woman to receive a honorable discharge from the American army.

Roderick Calahan: My Life, Before Hope

By Meredith Morrison



     Hello, my name is Roderick Mason Calahan. I am here to tell you what my life was like before the year 2010…

     I would like to start with when I was human, back in the eighteenth century post-revolutionary era.  My father was a merchant, and he traded throughout the thirteen colonies.  He would be gone for weeks at a time, sometimes months; that left me at home with my mother, who was one of the best weavers in Williamsburg at the time, and my two elder sisters, Bethany and Isadora, who would constantly be in the garden or kitchen.

     We had two slaves, Martha and William, we didn’t want to own slaves, my parents were steadfast abolitionists, but we could not afford to run our house without them. We treated them like family, even building a round home for them, like they were raised in, in Africa. When they had a son, he became the closest thing to a brother I had, his name was Edwin, he was two years younger than I, and became smarter than anyone I’d ever met. He could read before I could, and so, during the years when I became sick and was confined to bed, he would read to me.  We both adored the works of Shakespeare and my father had a collection of his plays in the library, we made good use of them.

     My life was simple, when I was young, I was healthy. When I reached age six, I became ill. I was not expected to live to see my tenth birthday. Somehow, I did live, but I was still sick on and off for three more years. On my thirteenth birthday, I felt well again, and I got better and better as the days went by. I started going outside again in time to pick the apples in my yard. For a time, I was happy.  I learned everything I could; from playing musical instruments to math.

     My life changed once again on the eve of my twentieth birthday.

     I had been out with my friends and family, I remember Bethany talking to the Inn Keepers eldest son for quite some time. I forget his name, but he was interested in Bethany’s hand, so I let them be. Mother was crying again, Father had plans to take me to England shortly after my birthday to trade with him. I was not interested in becoming a merchant, though I’d always longed to see the world.

     My ambitions in life were to become a teacher, one day to have a loving family, and be happy. It was late when I started home; I was walking by myself when I heard someone calling for help in the woods. I followed the sound, walked into the woods, and everything went black. I woke up, much later, covered in dirt.

     I started to panic, I clawed at the dirt and found I was not deep in the ground. I calmed, and sat up. I realized the dirt in my eyes did not hurt as it should have. I could see better too, my vision had always been blurry, but now I could see the cracks in the tree bark twenty feet away from me. I felt stronger too, and I could hear the small stream that ran behind my house, though I’d been far away from my home when I passed out. My teeth hurt, I felt them, and gasped. I had fangs… I pricked my thumb on one and pulled my hand away, expecting to see blood welling up on the puncture. But I didn’t bleed, I stared, perplexed.

     I rubbed the right side of my neck, and cringed, I had two sore spots, one above the other. I took a steadying breath and stood up slowly. I tried to take a step, but almost tripped.

     Someone caught me and said “Steady there, son. You’re alright.”

     He helped me sit back down, I said “Thank you kindly,” And looked up at the man who had helped me. He was tall, with brownish blonde hair and light blue eyes; he also had what looked like a gun powder burn on the right side of his face and forehead. He sat next to me and I saw that his skin was extremely pale.

     He looked me full in the face and his mouth spread into an eye crinkling grin, “Why Mason Calahan. What are you doing here?”

     I stared at him for a moment before saying “I apologize, sir, but Mason Calahan is my father. My name is Roderick.”

     He laughed once, “So that old dog finally had a son of his own.”

     I nodded, “Yes sir. May I ask how you know my father?”

     He straightened himself and said proudly, “I served with him in the war,” he held out his hand and said “Captain Nathan Hale, at your service.”

     My eyes widened in shock, and my mouth opened a little. I shook his hand and said “It’s an honor to meet you sir. But my father said you were dead.”

     Captain Hale’s smile fell a little, and he said “I was nearly dead. The British discovered I was a spy, and they had me hung. The doctor they had examine me when I stopped moving was sympathetic to the American cause, he lied to the soldiers and told them I was dead. He said he would make arraignments to return my body to my family. He waited until nightfall, and then he bit me.”

     “Bit you?”

     He nodded, “Yes, I am a vampire Roderick, as you now are.”

     I was stunned for a moment, when I found my voice I said “Captain Hale, they’re not real. Vampires are just a myth made to frighten people.”

     He shook his head, “They are indeed real Roderick. And please, call me Nathan; after all, I cannot be that much older than you.”

     “I am nearly twenty, sir. New Years Day is my birth day.”

     Nathan nodded, “Then I am two years older than you, physically.”

     “Two years?”

     “Yes, you were bitten on New Year’s Eve. You cease to age the day you are bitten; you are frozen at nineteen. I am frozen at twenty-one, that’s a difference of two years.”

     I nodded, and my hair fell in my face. I brushed it away and sighed, I’d lost the leather tie I use to hold it back. As I thought of this, Nathan pulled out a canteen and opened it. Whatever was in it smelled wonderful, it made my mouth water. He took a long drink, then sighed. I watched the canteen the whole time, trying to figure out what was in it. Nathan saw where I was looking, and offered me a drink, “Go on, you need it.”

     I smiled slightly and took it. “What is in here? I don’t recognize the scent.”

     “It’s animal blood. I do not attack humans.”

     I swallowed convulsively.  Nathan disguised a laugh with a cough, “Blood? But it smells so good…”

     Nathan laughed openly now, “That would be because you are craving it. Now drink some of that…or the first human being to walk by will have a very sore neck.”

    I laughed, and took a wary sip, and gasped. It tasted like nothing I’d ever had before. I drained the canteen, and looked at Nathan, “Do you have any more?” When Nathan laughed now, his head fell back and his shoulders heaved. When he composed himself again he said “I will take you hunting after nightfall,” he winked at me playfully, “Then you’ll have something to sink your teeth into.”

     I grinned at the joke, and asked “How did you know when I was bitten?”

     “I was watching. I came here to see your father, I know he likes to celebrate the holidays with drinking, so I thought I’d drop by and pose as a result of the ale he drank. I saw you come in the woods, and I watched as the vampire bit you.”

     My jaw dropped, “Why didn’t you stop them???”

     “No vampire can be stopped once they start to feed. So I let her finish, and bury you. I’ve been watching the same spot for three days, waiting for you to wake up.”

     “How did you know I would?”

     Nathan grabbed my wrist, pulled back my sleeve to reveal the band I wore that bore my family crest. “That is why I knew you would wake up.”

     “I do not understand. What does my family crest have to do with vampires?”

     “Nothing at all. It’s what the crest is made of.”

     I looked at it, “It’s made from silver…”

     “And that would be why you woke up.” I must have looked confused, because Nathan continued, “A silver knife to the heart is the one thing that can kill a vampire. But to become a vampire you need to be wearing something made of silver when you are bitten.”

     “How did you know I was wearing this?”

     Nathan smiled slightly, “Your father received a twin to that when he turned fifteen. He explained that it was a tradition in your family to give the sons their own wrist bands with the crest on it when they turn fifteen.”

     I nodded, Nathan looked about to say something, but then his head whipped around to the east, and he said “We have to go. Now.”


     “Humans. Coming this way, you’re not ready to meet humans again. You need to disappear. We need to disappear.” He started to walk away again.

      I grabbed his arm and said “Nathan, I cannot just leave. My mother, my sisters, my father. What will they be told? I cannot just leave them to think I am dead.”

     Nathan grimaced, “Roderick. I never said it would be easy. It is far from easy. I have watched as the woman I loved married another, because I am a vampire and thought dead. I have watched from a far as all of my sisters wed, and most of my brothers too. I have never been able to say goodbye to them.”

     I nodded, and was about to apologize when I caught a very appealing scent. My grip on Nathans arm tightened, and I asked “What’s that smell?”

     Nathan stiffened, “Humans. Come on.”

     He tried to pull me away from where we were standing, but I could not move. I could hear the humans hearts beat, hear the blood pulsing through their veins, the sound made my throat ache. I was half turned to run at them, but then I heard a voice calling my name. “RODERICK!!!!!!!!” It was not my father. They called again, it was Edwin, looking for me.

     His voice brought me back to my senses. I thought for half a second, then I took off my wrist band, scratched, “For Edwin” into the leather, and dropped it on the forest floor.

     I turned to Nathan, “A reminder of me for my best, and oldest friend.”

    Nathan nodded understandingly, and said, “It’s all we can do for those we leave behind. We must leave, before they get too close.”

     I nodded. Nathan started running, but I stole one last look in the direction of Edwin’s voice. I whispered “Goodbye.” and took off after Nathan.

     I met up with him again, a few miles away from the search party. We ran to Maryland to hunt. From there we kept running, traveling the country together for almost twenty years, though I snuck away once to see my home one last time. It was April 1827 when that all changed.

     We were in Massachusetts and I was hunting on the edge of the woods. I had to be careful, I could smell humans near by, there was one very close to where I was. I saw her before she saw me, I nearly laughed. Even though she was older than the last time I saw her, and her golden hair had turned gray in places, there was no mistaking the odd way she held her quill as she wrote on the parchment in her lap. Bent over that paper and oblivious to the rest of the world.

     I walked over to her, knelt down, placed a hand on her shoulder and said quietly “Deborah Samson Gannett?”

      She jumped, spun around and cried “Roderick!!!” then she slapped my face and said “I thought you were dead! Do you know what you did to your poor mother??? And your sisters! I visited your family right after your birthday and what do I find? A house full of mourners! No one can find you, and all that was left was your wrist band! What happened to you!?!?”

     “I…cannot tell you.”

     Deborah sighed, “I suppose I should not have expected anything else.”

     “That is not true. If I could tell you I would. But telling you would put you and your entire family at risk, my being here puts you at risk now.”

     Deborah put her hands on her hips and said, like a soldier, “Roderick Mason Calahan. I served in the United States army, with a countless number of men at my side and I out fought several of them many times during training. So what do you think will put me in danger???”

     At that moment I heard Nathan running toward us. I knew he was starving. I knew he probably wouldn’t find any large game. I never guessed that he would even think of doing what he was now.

     I pulled Deborah behind me and ran to hold Nathan off. I managed to get his arms pinned behind his back, but Nathan is still stronger than me. He pulled away and flipped me onto my back, then he started running again. This time I couldn’t stop him. He reached Deborah, and tackled her to the ground…

Hope you liked this peek at the past!



Guys Side???

Hey guys,

    So, the writing is going great, Ruby might just be done by the end of the year!  So many mixed emotions about that… oh well.

    I am considering writing the guys side of the story…just because in Roderick, Jack, and Jaspers cases I have them running through my head anyway.  I’m already playing around with Jasper and Roderick’s stories…  I’ve decided that Roderick is going to have two books, just because his back story is soooo long…and I’m working Deborah Sampson and Nathan Hale in to it, (I will post the first bit under Anna’s excerpts).

    To any Dreamer fans that might read this:  Nathan was part of this story from the beginning.  A.K.A December last year when I had the original highly weird\AWESOME dream.


Hey everyone!

     Ok, so I’ve deleted Undying Love from my short story list, and I have added a new one named Princess.  This is what I’ve got so far with it.  Hope you enjoy!

Greetings, my name is Angelica, and I am the Princess of a very small Kingdom. This story starts on the morn I learned of a great tragedy.
I was standing on my balcony after receiving the news, staining my blue dress with tears. I heard a soft knock on my door and one word “Princess?”
I turned around and saw Nathan, my personal guard, and most trusted friend on Earth. I walked to him, trying to control my shaking with little success.

I tripped on the stone floor and started to fall. Nathan was there in an instant, catching me before I could be hurt. As soon as his arms were around me, I broke down, crying like a child.

As he had when I was young, Nathan guided gently to my bed and held me as I cried. He rubbed my back, trying to calm me. Usually it worked, but today there seemed to be no help.

We sat there for a long time. Nathan let me ruin his tunic as I cried myself dry. I finally looked up at Nathan and said “I’m sorry. I did not mean to cry like that.”

Nathan smiled kindly at me and said “No need to apologize Princess. I understand, and anyone else would have the same reaction.”

I smiled sadly, “I know, but Nathan, my father is gone, my mother insane, and now my brother has been killed by the vampires. I am the only one left, I know nothing of war and little of politics.

“You know, as well as I, that the lords of the court will demand I take a husband.”

Nathan cringed slightly, “Yes, I know that Angelica.” then he muttered, “And you know I despise that thought.”

I stroked his hair, “Only if they make me choose from nobles.”

Nathan raised an eyebrow, “And if they leave the choice up to you?”

I kissed his cheek, “You know that answer already, Nathan.”

Nathan sighed, kissed my hair, and whispered, “You would willingly marry a vampire?”

I laughed, “A civilized one, yes. You, without a single thought to the contrary.”

Nathan beamed “I hold you to that, Princess.” he started kissing my hand, and wrist. He lingered at my wrist, inhaling deeply. “After so many years, I still find your scent almost irresistible.”

I smiled playfully, “Almost irresistible? I thought I was mouth watering?”

Nathan smiled, his eyes still closed, “You are, it’s just more controllable when I am better feed.”


Talk to you later!