Five hundred years ago Tempest was a Dominican prior. A schoolmate, Tomás de Torquemada, Grand Inquisitor for all Spain, invited him to Castile. There, a tortured old woman accused him of being her warlock. And, so, it began. Tempest was placed on the Santa Maria, was abandoned on Hispaniola, and there the cacique of the cannibalistic Caribes transformed him into something not human.
I have failed to convert the innocent in the past. Now I have turned my back on the children. Instead, I am focused on the aged. They are, in truth, like children and, in my disguise as a rabbi, these foolish old Jews believe they have found someone who will guide them to heaven.
Hunter and Pam left me in charge of the rest of the boys, while they fight Tempest. That is a big responsibility. But I can do it. And I have Sammy Griffen here to help me. His little brother, Blaise, is upstairs. I hope he stays there because he is bad, bad, bad.
All I wanted was to stop by the Griffen’s and say hello. I never dreamed the monster that did this to me had been resurrected. I watched him die after seeing the pleasure in his expression, when he carved at my face with those claws.
I’m five. I was still in my mommy’s belly when The Master pierced her with one of his talons. He began instructing me even before I was born. He came to visit looking like a big, furry dog. He says he has plans for me. I can’t wait.
I wouldn’t even ask you to guess. I am 87 years young and never felt better. That’s because Rabbi Tempest made me one of the undead just a few days before my grandson’s bar mitzvah. They’re all coming here -- friends and relatives -- and we’re going to give them all a celebration they’ll remember for centuries to come.
This morning I was the social director at Ner Tamid Retirement Home. Next thing I know, I’m fighting super-powered senior citizen vampires and playing babysitter for a dozen challenged young boys.
I’ve been caring for sweet Mrs. Rosie for over twenty years. I turn around and she’s some kind of super-strong little monster. I think I killed her, but she hurt me bad; my arms bleeding like the dam broke. Lucky for me, Laurie saw me and helped me out of there.
He’s back. Again. Tempest, the televangelist. Tempest, the priest. Now, Tempest, the rabbi? And, somehow, I manage to get in the middle of it every time. No more. This time we end it. This time he dies.
This is it. We put an end to this monster for all time. I don’t care what he can do. He’s no longer doing it at my family’s expense. We know how to kill him: a bullet in the brain. With Holt’s arsenal and our knowledge, this is the final day on this earth for him and his kind.