Glory of the Nephilim Snippet #1

For the past ten years, I had to have at least one person sleeping in my immediate vicinity. I had night terrors. I had always had horrible nightmares, but they’d grown into what my docs called mems, short for memories. My worst and most gruesome memories. Things that I’ve done, things that others have done to me. They all visit me in one neatly wrapped seven-hour package. If no one was there to wake me up from it, it had a tendency to become corporeal.
   The last time I’d slept by myself, I unintentionally resurrected a vampire hunter who had been hunting me his entire natural life. That was bad. We didn’t like when stuff like that happened. It was bad for the morale and it depleted our numbers.

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