A Darker Blood

Finally, I’ve got round to self publishing my first novel. Since getting the rights back from my publisher, I’ve re-vamped (see what I did there) the cover and launched it on Amazon.

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Here’s a taste, if you like it, why not download it here

A Darker Blood

First in the Verado series

Prologue

The moon was no more than a sharp-white crescent—a vivid contrast to the starless blanket of black it rested upon. It was bright but not bright enough to illuminate the beach in the early hours of a Sunday morning.

The girl lay motionless in the man’s arms as he carried her across the sand to the rhythmic lapping of the tide. Her vision glazed as his image burned its way into her retinas with all the permanency of a photograph. She closed her eyes and her chest heaved as her failing lungs fought for their final breath. With her short life ebbing away, she fell from his arms into the clear, shallow waters beneath.

The cool tide began licking her skin and filling her nose and mouth with noxious liquid. Paralysed and incoherent, she lay there while the unforgiving waves spat and fizzed against the rocks nearby. Her deep auburn hair lay fanned out in a halo sprinkled through with grains of shimmering crystal. Each new wave formed a fresh well of water that pooled around her features, drowning her hazel eyes and stealing her soul from within them.

One arm lay across her body whilst the other lay gracefully by her side. The rushing water played her fingers like the ivory keys of a piano.

As her blood continued to seep from the fatal wound, it was cleansed by an ocean trying desperately to restore the girl’s mortal beauty.

Her backpack lay beside her—a poignant marker of the final days of the girl’s life and the only clue as to her identity. It quickly filled with water, turning the bright-red fabric burgundy, and ruining the contents forever.

* * * *

It’d been a moment of weakness. He thought his bloodlust was under control until that girl had crossed his path and his instincts took over. He’d suppressed those morbid urges for such a long time—it was hard, to the point of painful. He just couldn’t help himself. The relief at causing her death was immeasurable—like a high-pressure valve had been released deep inside of him.

The remorseless butcher walked away from the girl’s body without looking back. His footprints in the sand disappeared as fast as they formed as he strode along Aghia Pelagia’s quiet shoreline, leaving his latest victim to the mercy of the ocean.

As her body became weightless, it was carried beyond the sand, beyond the fizzing white foam and into the livid black waters of the Mediterranean.

For a while, it would remain lost beneath the tide—swallowed by the insatiable appetite of the ocean.

 

Chapter One

Bloodshot

Nicole Silverson woke to the sound of her mobile as it vibrated its way off the side table and wedged itself under the bed. Refusing to open her eyes, she clambered to reach it, inadvertently switching it on.

“Hello?” she rasped, cleared her throat, and repeated, “Hello?”

“Nicole? It’s me.”

“Oh hey, Jules.”

“Sounding a bit croaky there—did I wake you up?”

“Yeah, why what time is it?”

“Twelve here, so one for you I think.”

Forcing her eyes open, she glanced around the room. The early afternoon sun was streaming in through the small window and specks of dust spiralled playfully in the hazy beams.

“Late night?”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“Sounds like Anna’s been leading you astray again?”

“Hey, be nice. Anna’s great…she’s really taken me under her wing. I don’t know what I’d do without her?”

“Hmm, I remember what it was like last summer. You and me, hanging out in bars until three, and then me carrying you back to the hotel in a drunken stupor.”

“I think you’re forgetting who was carrying who,” countered Nicole.

“Ahh, don’t mind me—I’m just jealous. I wish I could’ve come with you this time. You’ve got the sunshine and the social life and I’m stuck here with your ex-boyfriend crying on my shoulder. You do realize you owe me big time?”

Nicole didn’t need reminding of the guilt she was still suffering for ending a four-year relationship. Rob was someone, who, she sincerely believed, deserved better.

“Yeah, I know. How is he?”

“Do you really want to know?”

“I guess not. I did the right thing, Jules. Rob just needs a bit more time to come to terms with it. It’ll be better in the long run. Well, anyway, when are you coming out to see me?” She sat up pushing a mass of dark blonde tangles away from her eyes, trying unsuccessfully to stifle a yawn.

“What’s the temperature like in Crete, in August?” asked Julia.

“Crazy-hot, just how you like it.”

“Mmm, well August it is then. So what are you up to today?”

“You really want to know?” Nicole couldn’t resist mocking Julia’s earlier words.

“Yeah, go on; see if you can make me even more jealous.”

“Okay, once I prise myself out of bed, I’ll head down to the beach ’til I can’t take anymore sun. Then I’ll come back for a nap before catching Anna for a drink when she’s finished at the restaurant. You?”

“Okay, okay, enough. I’m at work—working.”

“Hmm, is that what you call it?”

“Yeah, speaking of which, Mackenzie’s on the warpath. I’d better go. Call me soon. Miss you.”

The line went dead before Nicole had a chance to respond.

Julia had been Nicole’s best friend since pre-school and to say she missed her was an understatement. Nicole pictured Julia; so familiar, so pretty with shoulder-length, dark hair and skin that turned golden with a mere glimpse of sunshine. Her eyes stung as she tried to stop them from filling up. When you’re away from home and from everyone you love—you have to stay strong and Nicole was trying her hardest to stay strong.

Dressed simply in a denim skirt and white T-shirt, Nicole left her Stalis apartment and arrived at The Azure Pool Bar just after midnight. It was fairly quiet, with just a smattering of stray drinkers who’d staggered in off Malia’s chaotic Beach Road. Malia was a haven for partygoers and, for some time, had been known as the ‘Club Capital’ of Crete.

The barman glanced up with a smile as Nicole grabbed a stool. “What can I get you, honey?” His accent remained true to his west-Canadian roots.

“Just a couple of bottles of Bud please, Chris.”

“A couple? Buying me drinks already, Nicole, that’s pretty forward. Not that I’m complaining.” His grin spread shamelessly.

Warmth rose in her cheeks. “Don’t flatter yourself, the other one’s for Anna. She’ll be along any minute.”

“Ahh, that’s too bad, but you can’t blame a guy for trying.” He popped the tops off the bottles and set them on the bar. “So, to what do I owe the pleasure of your company this evening?”

“It was Anna’s choice to start out here, so it’s really her you should thank.”

“Don’t worry, I will. That’s what I love about that girl—she’s got such good taste. Anyway, you ladies have a good time.” He turned to serve an older couple settling themselves at the bar.

Chris managed The Azure Pool Bar. He was an easygoing, mild mannered character who Nicole already considered a friend. His unruly blond hair complemented his steel-grey eyes and he emitted calmness and magnetism that drew people towards him. It was a charming trait apparent in a few of Nicole’s new friends. She hoped they found her equally as easy to be around, but somehow doubted it.

Glancing out to the darkness of the outdoor pool, its restful surface glinted and sparkled with reflections from nearby street-lamps. Hypnotised by the dancing facets, Nicole considered her reasons for returning to Crete. Since her visit the previous summer, the island had a draw on her that she couldn’t quite explain. But it was the loose tales of witchcraft and sorcery that’d given her the reason she needed to return to the largest of the Greek islands. She intended to find out all she could and put a book together upon her return to England. It would be her second paranormal publication, and with the help of her new contacts, she was keen to make a start on it.

Nicole was lost in her musings by the time Anna arrived. The young, bohemian waitress snuck up beside her.

“Hey, daydreamer,” she whispered, then put down her bag and pulled up a stool.

“Oh hey, Anna—finally made it then. Have you got anything new for me?”

“Are we talking about your research into the paranormal or into the barman?” Considering she’d just put in a five-hour shift at the restaurant, Anna was vivacious and sparkled with energy.

“Well, what can I say? He’s hot!” The words fell from Nicole’s lips before her brain had a chance to engage. She glanced over hoping Chris hadn’t heard, but her gaze was met, causing the heat in her cheeks to intensify.

Chris smirked and turned away.

“Yeah, looks like he feels the same about you.” A schoolgirl grin moulded Anna’s features. “Anyway, did you bring your book for me?”

“Yeah, it’s in here somewhere.” Nicole rooted around her bag and pulled out a black hardback. As she handed it to Anna, her fingers brushed across the glossy printed cover and over the swirly-silver lettering that read—OUR HAUNTED ISLE by N. E. Silverson.

Nicole often glanced over her previous work as a reminder that she was capable of such an accomplishment. Although it hadn’t made the ‘Best Seller’ list, it was generating enough of an income to allow her to survive modestly.

“So this is what you did before you came here?” Anna stared momentarily at the cover image, which displayed a crumbling tomb swathed in ivy and surrounded by rusty iron bars—intended to either keep somebody out, or somebody in. “So you think some of these stories originate here?”

“Maybe not originate, but somehow found their way here over the years—yes. That’s why I came…research.”

Anna’s smile faded. “I don’t like your chances; the Cretans are pretty wrapped up in their own mythology. I can’t imagine they’d welcome any foreign imports.”

Her dismissal was a little surprising. Nicole had been led to believe, by Anna’s colleagues, that she had an overwhelming interest in the supernatural, so assumed she’d be a bit more enthusiastic. Refusing to be disheartened, Nicole replied, “Not to worry, I’ll head over to the old town sometime. I noticed a few churches over there. Someone might know something. You could come with me if you want.”

“I don’t know—maybe. Can I keep hold of this for a while?”

Nicole nodded.

Anna put the book in her bag and glanced at her watch. She took a long swig of lager and placed the empty bottle back on the bar.

“Come on, drink up. I promised Jon and Andy we’d catch up with them for a beer. I’ve told them all about you.”

“All good I hope.”

“Of course.” Anna pulled her compact out of her bag, touched up her already perfect makeup and tucked stray strands of sun-bleached hair neatly behind her ears.

As they packed up their belongings, Nicole’s eyes were once again drawn to Chris. She shot him her sweetest smile and was a little smug when he returned it.

By the time they left Azure, it was past two. The street was still bustling, the air was smouldering, and the music from the bars—deafening. There was less than an hour before Malia’s renowned three a.m. curfew, and the drunken tourists were spilling out onto the Beach Road.

‘The Garage’ was a grossly illuminated bar with an open frontage enabling its inebriated occupants to ooze out onto the street. The bar was packed and harshly lit with an array of different coloured fluorescents. It was crowded and Nicole wasn’t thrilled by Anna’s choice, but the girl seemed to be on some kind of mission and Nicole didn’t want to disappoint.

The bar was way too hot and the music far too loud, but thankfully, Anna’s contacts had enabled them to bypass the queue. The barman tossed over a couple of bottles of lager before they searched for a spot to stand, which was easier said than done. They were constantly getting shoved back and forth by crowds of sweaty teenagers. Nicole stuck it out for as long as she could but after what seemed hours, couldn’t take anymore. The alcohol was fizzing through her veins and her clothes were sticking to her hot skin. Anna seemed to gauge her discomfort. Above the pulsating dance music she shouted, “Hey, Nic…You want to get out of here?”

“Sure, if you like,” Nicole replied with relief.

Setting their half-empty bottles on the bar, they pushed and squeezed their way through the crowds into the cooler night air.

“I’m really sorry about that.” Frustration laced Anna’s tone. “I thought Jon and Andy would be here, they usually are, you’d love them. But they don’t need any encouragement if you know what I mean—more notches on their headboards than…well you get the idea.” Again, she glanced at her watch. “How about one for the road?”

“Sure.” Nicole tried to sound enthusiastic but her response was half-hearted. She was shattered and would have been more than happy to call it a night, but didn’t want to disappoint her friend. They headed further down the Beach Road for one last drink, which Anna promised would be non-alcoholic.

Making their way down the street, their footsteps became more audible as they left the booming clubs behind them.

“I’ll take you to Oasis. It’s quiet, you’ll love it.” Anna’s smile didn’t falter and Nicole wondered if her friend’s energy would ever wane?

As they continued down the street, two men walked towards them. They were brusque and laughing loudly. Nicole instinctively avoided eye contact, preferring to keep her gaze firmly fixed on the pavement. Without warning, the two men grabbed Anna by the wrists and pinned her up against a parked van. They laughed and goaded her. Anna was petite and in her mid twenties. Her hair, although naturally light brown, had more than enough sun bleached highlights to be considered blonde. She had cinnamon eyes and her nose was pierced with the tiniest silver-stud.

“Get the hell away from her,” screamed Nicole, as she grabbed Anna, trying desperately to prise her from the clutches of her captors. But Nicole was quickly seized, her screams muted, and both girls dragged into an alleyway.

Built like bouncers, the two men looked like they spent every waking hour in the gym. Their heads were closely shaven and they wore matching tight, white T-shirts. Their conduct told that they’d not got what they came out for that night and were running short on time.

“Please—please stop, you’re hurting me.” Anna’s words were stifled. “Please…

“I don’t think that’s what you really want, sweetheart. I know your sort. I know why you come to these towns—just begging for it.” His eyes were bloodshot and watery as he tried to focus on his prize.

No…I…” Anna struggled to free herself from his grasp, but this seemed to make him all the more desperate for her. He pulled a knife from his jeans, the silver blade glinting in the darkness. Pressing it onto her cheek, the metal ate into her soft skin and a shimmer of blood ran down her face.

“Just a warning,” he growled.

As Anna cried out, a hand was quickly clasped over her mouth. With a wide grin on his face, the second man watched the struggle whilst clutching Nicole tightly by the arms.

“Jesus, no, please just let her go,” Nicole pleaded, before being thrown back towards the van where everything around her went black.

 

Chapter Two

Spellbound

Hidden in the gutter behind the tyres of the van, Nicole awoke completely disorientated. Clutching the back of her head she winced as her fingers brushed over a painful swelling.

A deep-throated groan came from the alleyway. Nicole swung around and tried to call out but her voice wouldn’t oblige. With her head spinning, she clambered to her feet and fought for balance. Her instincts were telling her to run, to go and find help, but she knew there wasn’t time. Anna didn’t stand a chance against such merciless attackers, so she staggered forward and peered into the darkness of the alleyway. With her pulse thundering in her ears, she focused in and held her breath at the sight that greeted her.

The larger of the two men was laid out on the ground. A large gash in his throat was visibly spewing thick, dark liquid over his chest in rapid bursts. A horrendous gurgling sound was coming from the wound as his failing lungs fought for breath. Completely stunned, Nicole watched as the gurgling subsided and the man drowned in his own blood. Gasping for air, she tore her gaze away and strained to locate Anna in the darkness.

Just a few feet from where Nicole stood, the second man dropped to his knees. With a blade protruding from the back of his head, he fell forward, smashing his forehead onto the concrete floor. The dull thud echoed around the alleyway causing Nicole to bolt. Blindly, she stumbled out onto the street where she collapsed to the ground, eyes wide and struggling for breath.

Within moments, Anna emerged from the darkness.

“Nicole?—Jesus Christ, Nicole are you all right?”

Nicole couldn’t respond.

Blood was smeared across Anna’s skin and matted into her hair. The wound on her face was deep and looked painful but didn’t seem to slow her down.

“We have to go—we have to get out of here, I need to think.” Anna shook her head, exhaled, and stared back into the dark alley. “I can’t think, let’s just get away from here.”

Anna led the way down the road, practically pulling Nicole along behind her.

Where…?” Nicole’s words wouldn’t form. Anna appeared to be running on autopilot while Nicole tried, unsuccessfully, to keep it together.

They passed a group of people who, fortunately, seemed too drunk to notice anything untoward. They taunted Anna and gestured lewdly. She was stunning, even in the state she was in.

Slowly, Nicole emerged from her stupor and found enough voice to muster, “What the hell happened back there? I don’t understand how can you be so calm.”

“It’s okay.”

“No, it’s really not. Where are we going? We have to call the police.” She stopped, slammed her palms to her chest and dropped to her knees, hyperventilating.

Anna knelt down and put her arm around Nicole. “Just breathe,” she whispered. “It’ll be all right, I promise. I know what to do—we can’t go to the police. We have to go to Zeus Xenias.” Anna hesitated and closed her eyes. “We have to go to Marshall.”

Nicole’s whole body was shaking, almost to the point of convulsing, as Anna continued to lead her down the Beach Road to the crossroads where they veered off to the right.

As they ran, her vision blurred. Dense shrubbery lined either side of the dusty road, and the route grew darker until it was almost pitch black. Unable to comprehend what was happening, she prayed it was just a nightmare that she’d soon wake from.

Trying to discern her surroundings, Nicole’s eyes were drawn to the unmistakable outline of a cemetery. The huge concrete tombs were only just visible in the darkness. She could also detect the sound of the ocean, its rhythm serving as a slight comfort, and aiding her orientation.

They followed the track a little further and soon approached a set of intricately carved oak gates. They were tall and stood wide open, revealing the most tantalising courtyard bar. Above the gates hung a large wooden sign with the words—Zeus Xenias’ burned into it.

‘Xenias was not a place Nicole had heard of and at that moment, it didn’t occur to her to ask why. Anna led the way in and Nicole timidly followed.

Strings of lights hung in formation, gently ameliorating the darkness. Calm music played softly in the background and the air held the light aroma of incense. The atmosphere seemed cool and subdued.

With crumbling stone walls and a dirt floor, the open-air courtyard appeared to be the relic of some ancient building. Weathered beech tables and chairs were arranged sporadically and adorned with flickering storm lanterns.

Nicole’s eyes were drawn to an imposing tree standing watchfully in the centre. Hauntingly beautiful, leafless branches twisted their way hopelessly towards the night sky. It was long dead and appeared to be locked in a perpetual state of winter. Rusted chains were eating into a silvery trunk that had grown to accommodate their presence, and fairy lights and Chinese lanterns illuminated the lifeless branches. It was a true centrepiece for such a bewitching venue, and Nicole was completely spellbound.

Although the bar was busy, the atmosphere remained tranquil. The clientele were milling around, quietly socialising or sitting at the many candle lit tables—their conversations hushed. This was not a sight she was expecting to witness in the riotous town of Malia.

Nicole recognised several faces as the staff from the various bars and clubs around the town. They were people that Anna had introduced her to over the weeks, and it dawned on Nicole that Zeus Xenias could be one of the exclusive worker bars she’d heard whispers about.

She spotted Anna’s friend, Kelly from Oileus, in the corner talking to a couple of her colleagues. Fenny, the manager of the Black Rose Café was sitting at the bar chatting lightly with the barman.

Nicole’s eyes were drawn to a table in the shadows. A group of men sat in the half-light with a particularly striking figure prevailing over them. Dressed in bike-leathers and a crisp white shirt, he was tall with swathes of long black hair reaching down as far as his waist. Anger and frustration shaped his features, which utterly captivated Nicole. At the table, three other men were listening intently to him, firmly rooted to their seats.

His conversation halted abruptly as he shot a glance over to the girls. His eyes widened as he locked Nicole in his stare and her heartbeat faltered. He looked intently at her before his attention returned to the three men and he continued his discussion. Nicole began to breathe again. She tried so hard to look away but her gaze was automatically drawn back to him. Nicole noticed the fear on the other men’s faces; they seemed disturbed by the confrontation and she couldn’t help wondering—Mafioso?

Anna followed her stare and heeded her reaction. “Nicole, you’re as white as a sheet!” She grabbed her by the arm. “Come on, I’ll get you a drink and find you a table. You need to calm down.”

They moved over to the bar where Anna ordered some drinks whilst exchanging a few words with the barman.

“Aiden, is Joel here?” There was urgency to her question and pain in her eyes.

The barman smiled. “Hey, Anna. No I haven’t seen him all evening.” His subtle accent was East-coast, American; he sported an unobtrusive mohawk and was littered with tattoos. Aiden’s smile faded as his eyes scanned her bloodied form. “My God, Anna, what the hell happened to you? Are you okay?”

She shook her head but didn’t elaborate and Aiden didn’t push.

“Joel’s not here but Marshall’s just over there.” Placing the drinks on the bar, he gestured towards the man Nicole had been staring at.

Anna nodded. “Come on, Nicole,” she said, grabbing her by the hand. She led Nicole to an empty table where they sat quietly for a few moments. Reluctantly Nicole sipped her drink. The alcohol burned her throat. Bourbon wasn’t her usual choice but she knew she needed something strong and the heat of the alcohol began to numb her anxieties.

Shifting in her seat, Nicole tried to compose herself. She glanced around at the other people in the bar. A few of them had noticed her and appeared as confused by her presence as she was. These people bore little resemblance to the sun-baked partygoers from the resort; many of them were pale in comparison—although they were all striking in a way she just couldn’t place. Nicole began to feel very conscious of the differences between them and herself, realising she was an unwelcome intruder within their discrete guild.

With the low light inadvertently camouflaging her injuries, several people glanced over at Anna, gesturing to her with a nod or a smile. They remained completely oblivious to what their friend had been through that evening and Nicole hoped it would stay that way. Anna sipped her drink whilst continually watching the back of the bar. Watching for who or what? Nicole didn’t know but the pressure of the situation was becoming unbearable.

“Look, Anna, this is all too much—I want to go. I need to get my head together. I’ll go to the police on my own if I have to.”

“No,” Anna snapped, then quickly backtracked. Gently placing her hand on Nicole’s, her expression softened. “I don’t think that’s a good idea. If you’ll just stay for a few more minutes, there’s someone I need to speak to and then I’ll take you home—I promise.”

As Anna spoke, the tall, dark-haired man advanced across the courtyard towards them. He moved quickly, his long hair billowing behind him with the momentum of his pace. Nicole couldn’t work out what it was about him that ripped through her, but she couldn’t take her eyes off him—and his remained firmly fixed on her.

His frame was muscular and foreboding. There was nothing subtle about him. His expression was cast defensively as he continued to glare at her, and she completely froze as he approached. She assumed he saw her as a threat, a stranger who’d infiltrated his clandestine organisation.

“Anna, you haven’t introduced us.” His deep voice was softer than Nicole had anticipated. His accent was beautiful, possibly local but Mediterranean at the very least. He spoke with a degree of urgency, preventing the intruder from leaving.

“I was about to…” Anna was quick to answer. “This is Nicole. She came out here several weeks ago. She’s become a good friend.” She smiled in an obvious attempt to put Nicole at ease.

The man’s eyes narrowed as he heeded the state of Anna. Reaching out, he brushed the wound on her face with the back of his hand.

“Who did this to you?”

Without responding, Anna reached for Nicole’s hand—a small comfort in the presence of such an intimidating character.

“This is Marshall.” Her eyes flickered up at him as she said his name.

“Marshall is—well, he’s kind of in charge around here. It’s okay, Nicole, he’ll know what to do.”

Moving into the seat beside Nicole, Marshall held his hand out. Nicole glanced nervously at Anna before reluctantly placing her hand within his, where it felt lost.

With his eyes set on Nicole, his conversation was clearly directed at Anna. “What is she doing here? You know the precedent, No Tourists…No Guests.”

Although his words remained firm, his expression softened and he laced his fingers with Nicole’s, causing her pulse to quicken. She studied him as he spoke; he was tall. His long, raven hair was swept neatly away from his pallid, olive features. His eyes were fiercely black and sunk deeply into the shadow of his brow; their darkness only seemed to accentuate the authority in his voice.

Anna broached him, her voice wavering. “Marshall, we need to talk. But you can see Nicole’s frightened. I think she should go. Let her leave, and I’ll explain what’s happened.”

“You’re shaking,” he said, letting go of her hand before calling one of the workers over. “Jon, would you please take Nicole back into town, she doesn’t look steady enough to go alone.”

Through her shock, she recognised his name as one of the lads Anna had been taking her to meet before their horrific ordeal.

Jon obliged without question. Needing no further persuasion, Nicole stood up and let Jon lead her out of the bar. She didn’t speak or look back, and her pace quickened with each step until she was running.

With her clearly confused chaperone a few steps behind, she hurried back towards the lights of Malia. Still reeling from the night’s events, nausea bubbled in her stomach, and she knew if she didn’t get home soon she’d either throw up or pass out.

 

Chapter Three

Into the Shadows

Consumed by guilt, Anna watched Nicole leave Xenias, looking utterly burnt-out.

“Will you please come with me, Anna?” Marshall’s tone was stern.

She nodded. Anna was used to keeping the company of vampires. She trusted them—they’d never given her a reason not to—until now. Not knowing what his reaction would be, Anna followed Marshall across the courtyard. She swallowed hard to try to relieve the ever-increasing dryness in her throat.

As they headed over to Marshall’s table, a second vampire, Joel came over. His dark blond hair fell lazily around his shoulders, and he wore the long, leather military coat with steel buckles that Anna loved so much. He pulled her towards him, his firm hold instantly melting her fears away.

Seconds later Joel’s brother, Joshua was by his side. From the sanctuary of Joel’s arms Anna glanced up at Joshua; his untamed looks were so familiar. Like most identical twins, these brothers were inseparable, but unlike most twins, they preferred their own metaphysical world to that of the mortals. They remained utterly silent, although they often glared at each other with an intense air of mischief. Anna often wondered what was going through their minds as they seemed to find it hard to keep a straight face most of the time.

Katya, Xenias’ only female vampire, was already waiting by the table. A silvery gypsy skirt sat on her slender hips and combined with a white lace top—contrasted beautifully with her long, black hair. Solid silver bracelets were clasped tightly around both wrists and as usual, her feet were bare. With piercing blue eyes and lips painted in the richest of reds, her appearance never failed to intimidate.

“Anna?” Katya’s eastern European accent was not as subtle as Marshall’s melodic tone. “What is this about you bringing a tourist here?” Her eyes narrowed as she awaited an explanation.

Joel turned to Katya. As his expression hardened, a low, almost inaudible snarl, emanated from the back of his throat. He was very protective of Anna; they had a bond that neither Katya nor Marshall completely understood.

Katya appeared unperturbed by Joel’s protective stance and knowing she had no fear of the twin’s impetuous temperament, Anna trembled. The shock of the situation was beginning to surface and an altercation with Katya wasn’t helping. Anna tightened her grasp on Joel before she could breathe her answer.

“It’s complicated,” she whispered, her voice struggling against her nerves. “I needed Nicole to meet you, she was with me when…well, she witnessed something I couldn’t explain. I didn’t know what else to do. I had to bring her here—to Marshall.”

“What? What did she witness?” Katya snapped, her eyes darting between Joel and Anna.

“Something happened back in town; we’d been drinking and were heading down the road to ‘The Oasis’. Two men grabbed me, they pinned me up against a van, then pulled me into an alley. They had a knife.” Unconsciously, she brushed the angry wound gracing her cheek and winced. “I had no way to defend myself, I tried to get away—I tried so hard but there were two of them and they were hurting me, they were going to” She tailed off, her eyes burning. She turned to Joel and relief came in the form of tears.

Through misty eyes, she glanced at Katya. Like a buzzard circling her prey, the vampire waited for her to finish her explanation. Anna inhaled deeply, wiped her eyes and continued. “Joel came to me.” She glanced up into the concerned eyes of the enigmatic twin. “Where did you go?” she whispered, before emotion got the better of her.

Rolling his eyes, Marshall turned his attention on Joel. “You killed them—in town—in front of that girl? I can’t believe you could be so reckless. How could you make such a huge mistake?” As Marshall spat his words at Joel, his balled fist struck the table causing a murmur from the workers at the bar.

“Where are the bodies?” he asked.

With a visible degree of self-control, Joel continued to glare at him. At that moment, his respect for Marshall clearly outweighed any other emotions he was feeling. Anna placed her hand on Joel’s shoulder and answered.

“I left them hidden behind the back of the bar.”

“Which bar?”

“I don’t know—I think…maybe ‘Temptations’. There’s an alley with some industrial bins. They’re behind there.”

Marshall stood up. “Joshua, I may need some assistance.” He scowled at the guilty pair and stormed off through the gates. Joshua stood up, and an eager grin spread across his face as he headed directly for his massive, black Honda Spirit parked out front.

Anna chased after them and grabbed hold of Marshall. “I’m sorry, I never meant for this to happen. Please don’t blame Joel. He was only protecting me. He’s just not learnt how to control himself as well as you have.”

“Not now, Anna.” Marshall shook her off and mounted his VMAX. The engines roared to life and the two motorbikes disappeared into the night.

“Let them go,” Katya called out.

Anna turned and walked back to the bar where Joel and Katya waited. Immediately, Katya continued her rant. “I can’t believe you. I always knew we shouldn’t trust you. Joel’s still too volatile and you’re clearly too inane. Marshall was crazy to assign you to him. It’s strange; he can usually read people quite well. Now he has to go and clean up your mess, and we still need to decide what we are going to do about that girl!”

Joel grabbed Katya fiercely by the arm, a low growl emanating from within him. With his teeth bared, the growling grew increasingly deeper as his face met hers, but Katya’s expression remained resolute.

Anna clasped Joel’s arm. “Please, Joel,” she whispered and turned to Katya. “It wasn’t like that, you don’t understand. It’s not the first time I’ve been attacked.” Her voice wavered as once again the confrontation made her tremble. “I froze, I don’t know what would have happened if Joel hadn’t come. They had me, before I knew it they’d fallen and there was blood everywhere—and Joel—Joel was gone.” She shook her head and dropped her gaze. “I don’t remember anything else; I just knew we had to come here.”

Katya glanced at Joel, then back to Anna and sighed. “Actually I do understand…” Just for a moment, her temper seemed to ease and Anna wondered if there was more to this vampire than just hatred. “To be honest, I expect most women can. Leave Marshall to me, I can calm him down,” she stated before leaving Anna and Joel alone.

Anna was surprised by Katya’s sudden change of manner and wondered what she meant. What hateful situations must she have encountered during her long existence to allow someone so naturally cold, to show such compassion? Anna had never been one to question the coven’s world, and up until now, had never really wanted to.

It was clear Joel wasn’t letting her out of his grasp, but she didn’t mind—there was nowhere else on the planet she would rather have been than in his arms at that moment. Marshall may have held her respect but her heart belonged solely to Joel, the vampire—Anna’s vampire.

As Joel gently wiped the blood and tears from Anna’s cheek, she wrapped her arms around him, buried her face in his long blond hair, and waited silently.

It seemed like hours before the thunderous roar of motorbikes resounded around the courtyard, signalling Marshall and Joshua’s return. Moments later the two vampires entered through the gates. Sporting a look of satisfaction, Joshua headed directly to the bar while Marshall headed directly for Anna, his white shirt stained red and black.

“Bring the girl back here early tomorrow night. I will discuss the situation with the others and decide what needs to be done. For now, Anna, go after her. I imagine she is in shock, so I need you to persuade her to keep quiet. Tomorrow,” he repeated before disappearing into the shadows.

Anna stood up, and quietly left the bar. She tried hard to contain herself as she passed the other workers, avoiding all eye contact. They were, by now, realizing an indiscretion had been committed.

It didn’t take long to catch up with Nicole. She was sitting on the pavement, in the predicted state of shock and exhaustion. Jon was helplessly hovering over her, looking just as useless as he must have felt.

“I’ll take it from here,” Anna stated, crouching down beside her friend.

“Cheers, Anna,” replied Jon, and left the two girls alone.

The street was deserted and the sky was beginning to glow with the pinkish hue of morning.

“Come on, honey, I’m taking you home.”

 

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A Shade of Vampire – my review

Recently, as I was scrolling through my facebook news feed, I stumbled across an advert for a new vampire romance series. The advert told of over six hundred reviews, and one of the top ranked books on Amazon at this time. As a fellow paranormal romance author, naturally I was curious to find out what this new series was all about.

I looked through some of the reviews, and although mixed, they were above all fairly favorable. It seemed perhaps the new twilight phenomenon had landed. I was keen to take a look so I placed my order for A Shade of Vampire.

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The cover is beautiful and evocative. A lone figure of a woman stands against a mystical forest background lit only by the moon. It paints an image in the mind in readiness for the beginning of the novel.

The story opens with the main character — Sofia Claremont strolling along the beach late at night. She’s upset with her best friend for forgetting her birthday, and wallowing in self pity. From nowhere, a man more beautiful than any she’d ever seen, confronts her and after a short altercation, Sofia is drugged and kidnapped.

Soon after, she wakes on an island, populated by vampires, where a witch’s spell means the night is everlasting.

Lucas, her captor, explains how she is to be a gift for his brother, Derek. She is to become his slave, and join his harem. Derek, prince of the vampires, has been asleep for over 500 years and has been woken to save the island from immanent danger.

I’ll start by saying, this wasn’t my favorite paranormal romance. I didn’t love it, but I didn’t hate it either. Although readable, some elements didn’t gel so well with me. Not everything was explained as well as it could have been. For example, why did vampires need to live in treetops, and how did Sofia manage to get to ground level by herself?

The storyline wasn’t as strong as I’d have liked either. Sofia seemed to accept her fate very quickly and after one escape attempt, didn’t really bother again. She developed a bond with Derek after realizing he wasn’t like his cruel brother. And instead of trying to escape, put all her energy into decorating a room in Derek’s treetop penthouse. Although Sofia’s character seemed reasonably well developed, her fellow slaves, were just names dotted in here and there. The story is written from Sofia and Derek’s alternating povs. Much as i liked the idea, Derek’s internal monologue, seemed too close to Sofia’s for there to have been 500 years between them.

I found the writing style a little unusual. Repetitive words and the use of quotation marks seem to be the author’s weakness and I found the formal introduction of every area they passed through a little jarring. The Shade, The Cells, The Vale, The Pavilion, The Residences etc.

Creating a world from scratch is never going to be an easy task, and Bella Forrest seems to have done a nice job creating something rather unique. Although the storyline could have been stronger, she seems to have done something right, as she has quite a following.

I recommend this book to anyone who enjoys YA Paranormal Romance. Just enjoy it for what it is and don’t look too deeply into it. Or if you’re looking for a vampire story with a little more depth, check out Verado – A Darker Blood 😉

A Taste of Blood – Chapter 6

A Taste of Blood

Walking along the shoreline, with white foam fizzing around her toes, Anna’s footprints were deep and precise. She’d needed time alone—time to digest what these people were saying to her. That they are vampires—did they really think she was that gullible? That she could possibly believe such utter bull? But as much as she didn’t want to…she did.

Subconsciously she rubbed the side of her neck, and then glanced at her hand. Blood was smeared, tarnishing the tips of her fingers, but the sight didn’t disgust her—it simply confirmed it.

Glancing back along the beach, fire rose out of the ground in a fountain of flames. Figures milled around and even from that distance she could tell which silhouette belonged to Joel. Sitting on the sand, she hitched her knees up and wrapped her arms around them. The tide seemed to lap at the shore in slow motion. Each time, swirling foam drew back and disappeared forever into the blackness. I don’t believe it—I don’t believe it—I don’t believe it… She tried hard to convince herself, but knew she was failing.

As she shivered, one by one the hairs on her arms stood up and she pulled her knees in tighter. A glance at her watch told her it was two forty a.m. Her friends would either be back in their apartment or waist high in foam by now. A large sigh escaped her lips and she bowed her head. The plane ride home was not going to be fun. How could she speak to them now? Anything could have happened, and they clearly didn’t give a damn. She could’ve been picked up by some psychopathic serial killer for all they knew…for all they cared. No this time she was through with them.

As the image of her friends faded, in its place manifested a clear picture of Joel and she wondered how well matched they could possibly be. Anna had always considered herself to be a bit of a hippy-chick a far cry from the biker-chick type she assumed Joel would be more suited to. Joel…a vampire—a vampire—a vampire… The words spun around in her mind. This is crazy…but I can’t get on that plane tomorrow.

Scanning the shoreline, her eyes fell upon Kelly. With a look of excitement lighting her features, it seemed she couldn’t hold herself back much longer. So in an attempt to put her out of her misery, Anna let her grin signal her invitation. And, it seemed Kelly needed no further persuasion. Already bounding across the sand, Anna stood to greet her.

“Are you okay?” Kelly asked. “I realise how tactless I must have sounded. It’s only that I just love seeing Joel like this. He deserves to meet someone like you—someone with depth and understanding. The twins…they are very special, and it takes a certain type of person to understand them.”

“I think I get that. But why me?”

“Because you haven’t questioned. You seem to accept him for who he is, and I can’t tell you how much that means to him.”

“Are you…”

“What?”

“Are you like them…are you one of them?”

“A vampire—me?” Kelly exploded with laughter and Anna could feel her embarrassment spilling out.

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be. It’s me who should be apologising. No, I’m not a vampire. Neither are the others. We are Véradó. We are the ones they rely on to help them maintain a normal existence in this world.”

“Véradó? I’ve never heard that word before.”

“I’m not surprised. It is Hungarian. It means we give them our blood.”

“Oh.” As Anna’s mouth stuck in the shape of an ‘O’, her breathing hitched and she physically felt the colour drain from her face.

Acknowledging Anna’s sudden fear, Kelly responded, “Honestly, Anna, it’s no big deal. Vampires need to feed, and this is the best way for them. It’s how they control themselves.” She lowered her voice, and a huge grin moulded her features. “And to be completely honest, it feels mmm…amazing.”

“And what’s in it for me?”

“Well, for a start, you get to be with Joel. You will become a part of something very special. Something most can only dream of. Marshall and the boys, they will be there for you, protecting you and welcoming you into their world. I’ve been a part of it for a few years now, and I’ve never looked back.”

“Tell me this is above board. No drugs, and no…well, you know what I’m asking. Jesus, do you realise how dodgy this whole thing sounds?”

“Yes I do, and no there is nothing like that going on here. These are good people, who just happen to be immortal. They would never do you any harm, and if you are not happy, you can leave at any time. All I can tell you is that they’ve given me something worth living for. My life before—back home was pretty awful. All I ever wanted was to be loved, and now—here, I am.”

“I don’t need rescuing, Kelly.”

“I’m not saying you do. You will still live your own life here, but they can find you legitimate work, and joining us each evening will give you a purpose and sense of belonging. This is a family—and that’s what is being offered to you. It’s your call.”

Anna fell silent. Staring out into the night, she contemplated the situation. It was hard not to believe Kelly. Although a stranger to Anna, and despite her appearance, there was something uniquely innocent about her. Unable to deny her need for the warmth of family, she could feel herself caving, and just at that moment, Joel came up behind her and rested his head on her shoulder. As his calming aura penetrated her, her lips automatically formed the words.

“Yes, I think…I’d like to be a part of this.”

Kelly literally bounced with joy. “Woo-hoo,” she screamed.

Wrapping his cool arms around her, for the first time in a very long time Anna felt warm and wanted.

A Taste of Blood…

…A Taste of Blood…

Prequel to the Véradó series.

Anna is meant to be with Joel, it’s written in the stars and written in the tides.

But Joel is a vampire.

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Prologue
Zeus Xenias

The motorbikes drew up outside the huge, oak gates. Simultaneously, their engines were shut off, shocking the dark, dusty road into silence.

Displayed above the gates, a large wooden sign with the words ‘Zeus Xenias’ burnt into it, welcomed the vampires home. As they dismounted their bikes, they were greeted by a small group of people who’d gathered outside, eagerly awaiting their return.

Blood and dirt covered their shirts, and with satisfaction displayed on their faces, they made their way inside. Their evening’s work was done. Order had once again been restored to the chaotic town they’d adopted as their home and for the moment, their ongoing debt to the island had been repaid. Now it was time for recompense. They thirsted and their waiting disciples were keen to be the ones to sustain them.

Once inside the ancient courtyard, they continued up to the weathered-oak bar.  Strings of lights shimmered on the breeze and the air held the subtle fragrance of the ocean.

The bartender, sporting a pink mohawk and various tattoos, glanced up as they took their places. With a warm smile, he poured their preferred bourbon into the waiting glasses, before returning to his duties.

From the far side of the courtyard, a Hispanic woman walked gracefully towards them. With each step, her black, silk dress caressed every inch of her body. Her dark hair was scooped into a sleek bun, leaving her slender neck exposed and vulnerable. Homing in on her target, the woman’s lips curved into a subtle smile and her undiluted accent chimed in his ears. “Marshall, my darling…I’ve missed you.”

Sliding his hands down her arms, Marshall pulled her closely towards him. With the warmth of her skin threatening to melt his hardened exterior, he inhaled deeply, but it wasn’t her floral perfume that enticed him—it was the metallic scent of her blood that swept through his mind.

Leaning down, he whispered, “Bonita,” and brushing the hollow of her neck with his cool, hungry lips, continued, “I’ve missed you, too.”

Chapter One—Burnished skies…

 “We’ll be back soon—okay, hun?” And then a distant, “Don’t worry about her, she’ll be fine.” They were the last words Anna heard before the cloud of dust and fumes from her companions’ motor-scooters completely engulfed her.

‘Companions’—she liked that word. It put to rest the idea that Sarah and Lisa were ever really her friends. Friends wouldn’t do that—they wouldn’t leave you at the side of the road, in a foreign country, with nothing but a broken down bike and a fiver in your pocket.

Choking the dust out of her lungs, and to the trill of crickets, Anna grasped the red-hot handlebars and proceeded to push the broken down scooter towards the grass verge where it came to an abrupt halt. Wow—it didn’t seem this heavy when the Goddamn thing worked.

Dry heat penetrated her back as she pushed the machine along the road, her sweaty hands losing their grip on the hot plastic.

They’ll be back…they wouldn’t really leave me here…would they?

It was nearing the end of their two-week holiday on the Greek island of Crete. The trio had been on their way to Hersonissos, where the party of all parties was apparently awaiting them—according to their holiday rep, that is. Although, Anna couldn’t help questioning what that really meant. The posters hadn’t given her much to get excited about. Over the previous fortnight, she’d about had her fill of cage dancers and half naked foam fights. As much as she liked clubbing, she preferred nightclubs with a certain degree of class.

 With the breeze rustling through overhead olive branches, she turned, kicked the stand and wedged the bike upright against the curb. Crossing the road, she headed towards the ocean wall and the stunning views it promised to convey.

Dressed in a denim skirt, a red vest-top and matching ballet pumps, there was no hiding against the rustic backdrop. A glance at her watch told her it was 6:58pm but to Anna it already felt much later.

Perched on the wall, with her back to the road, she waited, watching the sun poised above the ocean. Slowly the vast orange ball moved visibly closer to the water, burnishing the sea with fire.

As the crickets grew louder, another quick glance at her watch revealed she’d been alone for over an hour. Her throat was dry and a hard swallow only seemed to make it worse. Trying to repress her anxiety, a mental tot-up assured her that her friends should have been back by now. Surely, by now, a trashy blue tow-truck with the words ‘Bob’s bikes’ or something just as shoddy should have been pulling up in front of her—and perhaps a mean looking mechanic would get out and try to pin the blame of the breakdown on her. Bastard!

As the sun touched down upon the ocean’s sparkling surface, she imagined she could hear the hissing of fire meeting water, and the cloud of steam it would create rushing towards her with the speed of a hurricane.

The far-off drone of an engine broke her daydream and caused her to turn. In the distance a white speck was moving along the road towards her, but it didn’t resemble a tow truck, and the harsh choice quickly entered her head. Have continued faith in my ‘flaky as hell’ friends or flag down an axe-wielding homicidal maniac? Hmm, choices.

Either way, by now, she was certain someone would die. Shutting her eyes tightly, she imagined strangling her friends as they lay in their beds that night—ooh the satisfaction, and then smiled in the knowledge that she’d never hurt a fly—and never could.

The white Ford passed her by without ceremony and the road returned to cricket infiltrated silence. Turning back to the ocean, darkness crept along the shoreline and began to threaten.

‘Leave the bike,’ for Gods sake, why didn’t I think of that before? Stop being so damn loyal. If they can’t supply a scooter that works, why should I stay out here babysitting that hunk of rubbish? How far did I come anyway…four…maybe five miles. I can walk that.

 Leaving the moped parked by the side of the road, she took a deep breath and prepared to embark upon the long, arduous walk through the darkness towards the town of Malia—the little town that had been their home for the past two weeks.

The moonless night left only the reflections of the ocean to guide her route as she continued along the elevated main road. Cars were sporadic, and each time one passed, her heartbeat hitched. As she walked, darkness consumed her and her eyes couldn’t focus anymore. She closed them, and then opened them again—no difference.

It was a yellow taxicab that finally bothered to stop. Although it overshot her by several hundred yards, the sound of reverse gear engaging brought hope to Anna’s heart. The cab peeled back along the street, screaming like a banshee through the darkness. A hot/cold sensation of relief tinged with trepidation stilted Anna’s breathing. As the cab drew to a halt, the driver was already winding his window down. A green magic tree masked the smell of cigarette smoke belching through the open window.

“Need a ride?” His Cretan accent was strong, and his unshaven face leery.

“Err, yeah, I guess…actually, you know what—I’m fine.”

“Really? You’re at least eight miles from anywhere, here. I can take you wherever you want to go.”

“Am I? Is it really that far?”

“It really is. Please, get in the back and I will take you home.”

Reaching into her pocket, her hand clutched the scrunched up five Euro note, hoping it would be housing a load of change, but alas, it wasn’t. “I haven’t got much money.”

“How much do you have?”

“Five.”

“Five is okay.”

Forcing herself to relax, she reached for the door handle, but as she did so, the thunderous roar of an enormous motorbike stopped her in her tracks.

 As the bike’s engine chugged and heaved in the silent night air, the taxicab sped off leaving Anna and her empty hand reaching into space.

Soon, no more than twin red lights—staring back at her like the hounds of hell were all that remained of the taxi.

Reluctantly, she turned to see who—or what had frightened the driver away so hastily. And there, sitting astride the most enormous black and chrome motorbike, was a huge figure of a man, his wild, blond hair dancing on the breeze. Dressed in heavy biker leathers, he simply stared at her, with eyes as deep as the ocean.

Anna’s heartbeat thundered as she dragged the hesitant air into her lungs. Goose bumps crept from her toes, up her legs, and broke out over her entire body. She could almost feel each one pop through her skin and graze the cool night air.

‘Run,’ is what her head was screaming, but her legs refused to move. Each breath rasped in and out of her trembling body at a rate she couldn’t regulate. She tried to speak, but nothing coherent came out. “Wha…?”

The frozen figure remained on his bike, watching her, like an eagle eyeing its prey.

Finally she spat out the words. “What do you want?” Shaking her head, her eyes stung and she blinked repeatedly in an attempt to relieve them.

Still the man said nothing, but as she continued to stare, she noticed his features soften and a smile play onto his face. The wind whipped at his hair and his pale skin gleamed in the darkness. Wrapping her arms around her body, Anna stole a deep breath and composed herself. Tearing her gaze from him, she turned to walk away, hoping she was still capable of such a basic skill.

 The speed in which she was scooped up onto the back of the bike, was so swift, her brain didn’t have time to register. She had no choice but to cling to the bulk of a man controlling the bike as they sped down the road at what felt like a hundred miles-per-hour. Panic didn’t have a chance to fight with the surprising acceptance of her situation and the relief it brought her. Shielding her face behind his back, her arms had his chest locked in a vice tight hold.

With the power of the wind forcing her eyes closed, she clung on tightly, letting all of her other senses discern her surroundings. Their speed left the deafening noise of the engine behind them, and the sounds of the night were allowed to filter in. The crickets, the ocean, the wind in the trees, nothing was missing. “Why aren’t I afraid of you?” she asked, but nothing came by way of a response.

A potent mix of leather and bike oil filled her nostrils along with the unfamiliar scent of the man she held. Breathing him in, she let her hands explore their prize. With her eyes still tightly closed his face already seemed engrained on her mind. His frame was solid, and muscular. “You’re not…you’re not a cage dancer, are you?”

She thought she heard him laugh, but no further reply was given.

The speed of the bike slowed, and she blinked her eyes open. Familiar lights of Malia town crept into view and they were soon upon them. The Beach Road was bustling, and despondency caught hold. “We’re here already…so soon?”

Towards the bottom of the road, the bike pulled up to a bar where a pink neon sign boldly read ‘Oileus’. Smoothly, the bike drew to a halt, and the man got off. He placed both hands gently around Anna’s waist and lifted her high into the air, and before her feet touched the ground, he kissed her like his life depended on it.

Once again, Anna couldn’t breathe. Moths coursed around her insides, their delicate wings fluttered in her stomach, brushing and tickling every nerve ending.

Finally, her feet touched the ground, but as she opened her eyes the bike was already disappearing out of sight. A hard, sharp, gasp of air rushed into her lungs, just in time before her brain was completely starved of oxygen.

Copyright Jennifer Lawrence 2013

To be continued…

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Bela Lugosi… the original Dracula

There is something utterly charming about watching old black and white movies. I was recently lucky enough to stumble across Dracula, with Bela Lugosi. I must admit, this film had been on my ‘must watch’ list for quite some time so I was thrilled when I saw it listed on the TV Guide.

The film version of Dracula was made back in 1931, so it’s over 80 years old. I hadn’t realized that the film was based on a Broadway stage play of which Lugosi was also the lead but he happened to be in the right place at the right time and won the title role.

Dracula, directed by Tod Browning, has no background music, which I think adds to the theatrical feel.  The sets are wonderful, especially that of the Abbey interior towards the end. And who can forget the strategic lighting of Dracula’s eyes. Of course the acting was fabulous but in a primitive way, there was nothing natural about any of the character portrayals. It is said that Lugosi couldn’t speak English very well at the time of filming and that he learned his lines phonetically, adding to the eerie accent of the count that we know and love.

I highly recommend watching this film, even if it is just to bring a smile to your face.

Dracula (1931)

The Craft – An Exercise in Writing.

Okay, so as an exercise I’ve been asked to write a short scene showing character through dialogue and action. This is my result. I’ve based it on the first Verado novel and may actually slot it in there somewhere.

Nicole stood with her back against the dry stone wall. She smiled and looked into Marshall’s onyx eyes where her own reflection stared back at her. Without a moment’s hesitation he clasped his pale hands around her tiny waist and lifted her up onto the rough stone ledge. The light breeze grazed her skin and carried with it the sound and salty flavour of the ocean. She leaned forward, twisting strands of his long dark hair around her fingers.

“What do you see when you look at me?” she asked, curious of Marshall’s perception of a simple mortal.

“Beauty and innocence, you are like a child to me.”

“I don’t mean physically. I mean when you look inside of me, inside my mind and my soul … what is it that you see?”

As he smiled, his icy teeth peeked through his pale lips. “I see life, vivacity, I see a warmth and passion that I’d long forgotten existed. You make me feel mortal again, which is something that I never dared hope for.” He lifted her chin and caught her eyes with his. “Please, would you tell me the colour of your eyes? I believe they must be blue or green because of their pretty pallor but I cannot discern their actual colour.”

“They’re blue, Marshall. Are you colour-blind?

“Yes. Since my transformation I’ve led my life in black and white. The only colour I can clearly see is red.”

“Red? That doesn’t make sense.”

The vampire’s eyes narrowed and his gaze fell from Nicole, a look of shame dulled his expression.

“Oh,” she said as the reason behind his impairment became all too clear. “I’m sorry, Marshall, I think I still have a lot to learn about you.”

“I know you do and I have told you before that I will willingly give you the answers if you give me the questions.”

“And I have so many questions,” Nicole breathed as she glanced around the spellbinding courtyard, the lanterns adorning the tree gently swayed back and forth with the breeze. She spotted Marshall’s family and her gaze rested on his brothers “Why are you’re so different to your brothers?”

“The twins are not my true brothers, Nicole. They are my family but not my blood. Joshua and Joel are from Norway, their long blond hair and fair skin tell of their origins. I was born in Turkey, likewise my dark hair and eyes are testament to my nationality.”

“And what about Katya?” Nicole couldn’t hide her unease at Marshall’s closeness to this stunning being. “She is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Tell me Marshall … do you love her?”

“Of course I love her, I always will, but as my sister and nothing more. Katya came from Hungary, she was chosen for this life for her appearance. Her long black hair, white skin and piercing eyes were her creator’s preference. All of the vampires he made look just like her.”

“She’s so beautiful, I can’t help wishing I looked like her.” Nicole instantly felt ashamed of her shallow words.

“She may be beautiful but that has always been Katya’s curse.”

Editing again …

Once again I’ve been hard at work editing my vampire novel Verado – The Workers, so I’ve not had much time to add to my blog, therefore I thought I would share a piece from the preface with you, hope you like it:

Véradó

The Workers

As the motorbikes pulled up outside the huge oak gates, they simultaneously shut off their engines, shocking the dark dusty road into silence. Displayed above the gates, a large wooden sign with the words Zeus Xenia burnt into it welcomed the three men home. They dismounted their bikes and were greeted by a small group of people who’d gathered outside eagerly awaiting their return.

Smeared with a mixture of blood and dirt, and with satisfaction ardently displayed on their faces they made their way inside. Their evening’s work was done. Once again order had been restored to the chaotic town they’d adopted as their home, and for the moment their ongoing debt to the island had been repaid. Now it was time for recompense. They thirsted, and these devoted disciples were keen to be the ones to sustain them.

Once inside the ancient courtyard they continued up to the weathered oak bar. Strings of lights shimmered on the breeze and the air held the subtle fragrance of the ocean situated just meters away. The bartender glanced up as they took their places. He greeted them with a warm smile and poured their preferred bourbon into the glasses that awaited them.

From the far side of the courtyard a woman approached them.  A snug black dress caressed every inch of her body and complimented her elegant dark features. As she homed on her target her lips curved subtly into a smile.

“Marshall, my darling … I missed you,” her undiluted Spanish accent chimed in his ears. She sided up to the vampire, her glossy chestnut hair scooped up into a sleek bun leaving her slender bronzed neck exposed and vulnerable. Marshall slid his hands down her arms and pulled her closely towards him, breathing in her warm aroma. It was not her fragrant perfume that enticed him but the scent of her blood that swept through his mind.

“Bonita…” he whispered as he leaned down brushing the hollow of her neck with his cool hungry lips, “I missed you too.”