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shoulders. “Zara, I’m human!” He bounded up off the bed, strutted around in his new body and giggled like a child.
He danced toward me, held out his arms, smiling.
In a flash, I was on him, sucking the blood from the big vein in his neck.
“No!” His eyes went wide with horror. He pushed at me, a futile battle. “No! Zara, no! Please. Don’t do this to me. Please don’t do this to me!” he begged, his voice strangled with fear.
He kept flailing against me, but his strength was no match for mine.
I drank until his body fell limp to the ground. Then I reopened the vein in my wrist and held the dripping wound to his mouth.
“This must be like déjà vu for you, eh Jeran?” I said, my voice deceptively calm. “Remember when I said those very words to you? When I begged? You didn’t really think I’d let you off that easy, did you? Life sucks and then you die. Oh, wait.” I laughed. “Zara sucks and then you don’t die!”
Chapter 5
T here is no truth to the myth that it takes three nights or a certain number of feedings to create a vampire. After I drained Niven – or Jeran – or whoever it was and then had him drink from me, it was a done deal. He roused within minutes, a full-fledged, bloodsucking nightwalker once again.
It really was a pity. All that planning and plotting and manipulating. All for nothing. Well, I suppose Jeran should be grateful to be back on Earth again in any form. Spending those centuries floating in the light in that other dimension couldn’t have been nearly as much fun as hanging out with me, and now he had a physical body again. No, he couldn’t walk in the sunlight and he wouldn’t have that “true death” he craved. Oh, well. He was so angry when he came to that I made myself scarce, so I can’t be sure if he brought all his powers with him. For the moment, I don’t really know exactly what I’m dealing with. But life is full of surprises.
Let’s just say that I closed up the Boulder house and took a vacation, somewhat on the spur of the moment.
I suppose you might be annoyed with me for my little prank. You probably think I’ve been horribly naughty. But really, how can I possibly be other than I am? After all, it’s all Jeran’s fault. I never asked to be a vampire.
But here I am, awake and ready to take on the glorious city of Paris. I wonder if I should go looking for Jeran or just wait for him to find me. Or should I just go forth and dazzle the populace?
What do you think?
Well, ta-ta for now. I promise to write again soon.
Devereux:
The Night Before Kismet
This story takes place before the events of The Vampire Shrink (Book #1 in the Kismet Knight, Vampire Psychologist series). Even though it is a prequel, I recommend you read The Vampire Shrink first.
The Beginning
D evereux stalked through the crowded club to the booth where his two friends and business partners sat. “Laurence!” he yelled over the screeching sounds of the goth metal band performing at the far end of the room.
The dark-haired vampire jerked back, tearing his fangs from the pulsing vein on the neck of the human female currently slouched, enraptured, next to him. “What?”
He swung his gaze upward. “ Merde , Devereux! You scared the shit out of me.” He nodded toward the woman’s neck, where blood was spurting from the ragged wounds. “And look what you made me do. The holes are torn open. She’s gushing all over everywhere.” He flicked his tongue across the gashes in the woman’s neck, using his saliva to slow the bleed, then looked down at himself and pointed to the wet stains on his clothes. “And there’s spatter all over my new jacket. Really, mon fr ère , was that necessary?”
Devereux scowled and dropped the file folder he carried onto the table. “You know better than to feed openly in my club, old friend,” he said, speaking loudly enough to be heard over the music. Then he made a circle motion with his finger and the volume of the noise
He danced toward me, held out his arms, smiling.
In a flash, I was on him, sucking the blood from the big vein in his neck.
“No!” His eyes went wide with horror. He pushed at me, a futile battle. “No! Zara, no! Please. Don’t do this to me. Please don’t do this to me!” he begged, his voice strangled with fear.
He kept flailing against me, but his strength was no match for mine.
I drank until his body fell limp to the ground. Then I reopened the vein in my wrist and held the dripping wound to his mouth.
“This must be like déjà vu for you, eh Jeran?” I said, my voice deceptively calm. “Remember when I said those very words to you? When I begged? You didn’t really think I’d let you off that easy, did you? Life sucks and then you die. Oh, wait.” I laughed. “Zara sucks and then you don’t die!”
Chapter 5
T here is no truth to the myth that it takes three nights or a certain number of feedings to create a vampire. After I drained Niven – or Jeran – or whoever it was and then had him drink from me, it was a done deal. He roused within minutes, a full-fledged, bloodsucking nightwalker once again.
It really was a pity. All that planning and plotting and manipulating. All for nothing. Well, I suppose Jeran should be grateful to be back on Earth again in any form. Spending those centuries floating in the light in that other dimension couldn’t have been nearly as much fun as hanging out with me, and now he had a physical body again. No, he couldn’t walk in the sunlight and he wouldn’t have that “true death” he craved. Oh, well. He was so angry when he came to that I made myself scarce, so I can’t be sure if he brought all his powers with him. For the moment, I don’t really know exactly what I’m dealing with. But life is full of surprises.
Let’s just say that I closed up the Boulder house and took a vacation, somewhat on the spur of the moment.
I suppose you might be annoyed with me for my little prank. You probably think I’ve been horribly naughty. But really, how can I possibly be other than I am? After all, it’s all Jeran’s fault. I never asked to be a vampire.
But here I am, awake and ready to take on the glorious city of Paris. I wonder if I should go looking for Jeran or just wait for him to find me. Or should I just go forth and dazzle the populace?
What do you think?
Well, ta-ta for now. I promise to write again soon.
Devereux:
The Night Before Kismet
This story takes place before the events of The Vampire Shrink (Book #1 in the Kismet Knight, Vampire Psychologist series). Even though it is a prequel, I recommend you read The Vampire Shrink first.
The Beginning
D evereux stalked through the crowded club to the booth where his two friends and business partners sat. “Laurence!” he yelled over the screeching sounds of the goth metal band performing at the far end of the room.
The dark-haired vampire jerked back, tearing his fangs from the pulsing vein on the neck of the human female currently slouched, enraptured, next to him. “What?”
He swung his gaze upward. “ Merde , Devereux! You scared the shit out of me.” He nodded toward the woman’s neck, where blood was spurting from the ragged wounds. “And look what you made me do. The holes are torn open. She’s gushing all over everywhere.” He flicked his tongue across the gashes in the woman’s neck, using his saliva to slow the bleed, then looked down at himself and pointed to the wet stains on his clothes. “And there’s spatter all over my new jacket. Really, mon fr ère , was that necessary?”
Devereux scowled and dropped the file folder he carried onto the table. “You know better than to feed openly in my club, old friend,” he said, speaking loudly enough to be heard over the music. Then he made a circle motion with his finger and the volume of the noise
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