Sneak Peek of my W.I.P.

I have been working on a couple projects over the last few months. Both projects are in the beginning stages, but I wanted to share the first page of one of the W.I.P. with you. This is a story that runs parallel to the third book and is from Lane's perspective. All rights are reserved.

I have spent decades traveling distant lands, among them Egypt and Turkey. Although each of the countries I lived in had amazing sights, I did not go there for the culture. I observed customs and traditions, but learned only what I needed to survive before moving to the next place. I was simply a shadow in the night, fueling rumors of blood-drinking demons wherever I went.

The rumors are all true. I am a monster. A vampire. Some vampires have knowledge of how to feed without killing. Most seem to know how to create another vampire. I know none of that. I killed my creator, accidently being turned in the process. Shortly after, I found a group of vampires who took me in, but they were all young and knew nothing either.

I still don’t understand why, but my friends were murdered by a group of vampires loyal to the king of our kind, Valentino. I killed a couple of our attackers before they captured me and brought me to him. Valentino sentenced me to death for killing his followers. I escaped by hypnotizing the vampires guarding me.

I am an outcast, feared and hated by humans and vampires alike. Apparently, no other vampire can hypnotize others of our kind. I have never met a vampire who can hide their presence as well as I can. I think that scares Valentino.

I added to that fear once I realized that feeding off other vampires was viable. Since becoming a vampire, I have mostly fed on criminals and murderers, however, a fair share of innocent humans have died by my hand because I don’t know how to keep them alive. But why should they die when I could feed off other monsters?
Valentino put out an execution order on me. He sent assassin after assassin to kill me, all of which I evaded or killed. Last I heard, he was offering some sort of reward for any vampire who killed me. And many other vampires have tried to claim that price over the years.

Which brings me back to why I have been in such distant lands. I wanted to disappear and Valentino’s reach isn’t as far in those places. I was able to live, relatively unnoticed, for many years. But finally I grew homesick for Ireland, the home I was forced to abandon.

After so long, I had hoped that Valentino and other vampires would have thought I was dead. I made my way back to the Continent to an area I thought would be far away from Valentino’s supporters. I needed time off a ship to feed. Sailors die all the time on ships, but too many disappearances would arouse suspicion I did not want.

I arrived in Rome about three months ago.