Feel Like a Vampire?
Ever wonder what it's like to feel what a vampire feels for the first time? Enjoy a small excerpt from Drago's Revenge.
The form of a human developed out of the thick, dark mist and stepped from the shadows of
the forest that surrounded a building and parking lot. The cloak rested on top of cold, wet feet as
hidden eyes stared at the building on the opposite side of the parking lot. Visions invaded reality
until a car pulled into the parking lot. The cloaked figure watched as a well dressed man stepped
out and walked inside. She approached the building with measured steps. On the side of the
building, she peeked over the ledge of the window and watched two men embrace. The stooped
frame of the gray-haired man disappeared into the fold of the younger blond man. They
separated.
I should know the older one. She watched their mouths move and deciphered a few words. Hazel eyes and slim build
filled her vision as the young man turned and looked out the window. She inhaled and dropped
out of sight.
That guy reminds me of…somebody. Who?
She snapped her head around as a scent rode on the breeze. It tickled her nose and stirred a
hunger that rumbled deep inside. She doubled over against the wall. Green eyes turned red.
Animalistic need propelled the shrouded specter away from the building and deep into the forest
surrounding her. She listened to the prey while it grazed under an oak tree. In the distance, a deer
continued to eat clumps of weeds.
Its ears stood straight at the moment a cloak wrapped around it. It kicked and screamed once
as she bit deep and ripped a hole in its throat. She choked while thick, congealing blood rushed
to a stomach on the verge of revolt.
Standing, she let the limp head of the animal flop onto the
ground and wiped her blood-covered mouth.
How can something so disgusting be so refreshing?
A warm sensation surged through her cold body to the tips of her toes and fingers. Her feet
stumbled.
I feel…drunk. I can’t remember the last time I felt this good.
She lifted a hand in front of her eyes.
“This is incredible,” she whispered.
The form of a human developed out of the thick, dark mist and stepped from the shadows of
the forest that surrounded a building and parking lot. The cloak rested on top of cold, wet feet as
hidden eyes stared at the building on the opposite side of the parking lot. Visions invaded reality
until a car pulled into the parking lot. The cloaked figure watched as a well dressed man stepped
out and walked inside. She approached the building with measured steps. On the side of the
building, she peeked over the ledge of the window and watched two men embrace. The stooped
frame of the gray-haired man disappeared into the fold of the younger blond man. They
separated.
I should know the older one. She watched their mouths move and deciphered a few words. Hazel eyes and slim build
filled her vision as the young man turned and looked out the window. She inhaled and dropped
out of sight.
That guy reminds me of…somebody. Who?
She snapped her head around as a scent rode on the breeze. It tickled her nose and stirred a
hunger that rumbled deep inside. She doubled over against the wall. Green eyes turned red.
Animalistic need propelled the shrouded specter away from the building and deep into the forest
surrounding her. She listened to the prey while it grazed under an oak tree. In the distance, a deer
continued to eat clumps of weeds.
Its ears stood straight at the moment a cloak wrapped around it. It kicked and screamed once
as she bit deep and ripped a hole in its throat. She choked while thick, congealing blood rushed
to a stomach on the verge of revolt.
Standing, she let the limp head of the animal flop onto the
ground and wiped her blood-covered mouth.
How can something so disgusting be so refreshing?
A warm sensation surged through her cold body to the tips of her toes and fingers. Her feet
stumbled.
I feel…drunk. I can’t remember the last time I felt this good.
She lifted a hand in front of her eyes.
“This is incredible,” she whispered.
Published on January 14, 2013 10:20
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