The Vampire Lives! Again!

Yup. I can't help myself. Despite the fact that "The Vampire's Last Virgin" (or as it's known on Amazon "Trapped with the Vampire") has sold less than fifty copies world-wide, I keep thinking about Alex and Dani and wanting to tell their story. Partly I think this is because I ended it so abruptly, which wasn't my original plan. (I was diagnosed with stage 3 breast cancer while I was writing it. I literally published it on Amazon the evening before I went into the hospital for my bilateral mastectomy in December of 2012.)I basically cut it off short because I didn't know if I was going to feel upto writing for awhile, but didn't want the story to remain untold. So, if it seems a bit rushed at the end, that's why.

I had eight days between diagnosis and surgery and I spent most of that time trying to tie up loose ends at work and devising a rushed version of that book's final act. I've felt bad about this for a long time. I feel like I cheated readers somehow. I know I hate it when authors do serials that aren't complete stories as a money grab and yet I was doing that exact thing. Hypocritical much?

So last week I was transferring files from my old lap-top to my fantastic new PC and came across the original file for "The Vampire's Last Virgin". I found myself reading it over and was surprised and delighted at how weird, hot and funny it was. I honestly feel that it's my best work to date.

Until I revisited Alex and Dani last week I thought perhaps the poor sales reflected the quality of the work. Now I realize that VLV's poor performance probably has a lot more to do with Amazon's decision to place it in the hard-core erotica section, where it clearly doesn't belong. It's really more of a supernatural, erotic comedy than porno, so it's really no wonder that very few people have read it.

So what now? Do I leave this story unfinished because it's doomed for failure? Or do I practise what I preach and write the sequel because that's what a person who writes for the joy of writing would do? Do I give the few readers who are interested in this story what they want or ignore them in favour of potential profits and validation?

I'm sure there are some of you out there who will think I'm a fool but here's an excerpt from the upcoming "The Vampire's Former Virgin." Yup, the writer in me wins again.

Enjoy!

Before that night. The one with Alex, Daniela’s dreams were much like the rest of her life – unremarkable.

Now Daniela dreamed nightly of icy cold flesh beneath her hands and sharp teeth against her neck. In her small bed she moaned as her mind took her back to the dungeon. With him. Alex. But despite the horrific circumstances of their time together this wasn`t a nightmare. Not at all.

Her head thrashed on the snow-white pillow, as the dream unfolded once again.
In that other world he was on top of her, his hips wedged between her spread thighs and the cold iron of his manacles brushing her flesh as he held her wide open for him. They were both completely naked and the carved bed beneath her back was covered in red, musty velvet. She could feel his hardness pressing into her, possessing her, making her wild to feel him thrusting and bucking inside her.

She grabbed his hard buttocks in her hands, trying to force him to take her but he resisted, teasing her. He had the nerve to chuckle at her desperation. She grunted in impatience and raised her hips, trying to impale herself on his massive erection, but he remained motionless above her. Then he spoke her name, softly, in that strange, commanding voice, and she was couldn’t help herself. She opened her eyes and found herself staring into his bright blue eyes which seemed to glow with a pale, unnatural light. She had a single glimpse of his eyes turning completely black before he tucked his head and she felt his fangs piercing the tender flesh of her neck.

She screamed as he penetrated her with both his teeth and his rampant cock. Her entire body clenched with the pleasure of being taken so completely. It felt so, so good. Better than anything. She writhed beneath him, seeking more, needing him to finish it, to give her what she needed. He raised her legs higher around his waist and she wailed as he plunged deeper within the tight grasp of her body. Against her neck he growled and she shuddered and begged him to take her harder. She felt herself begin to fly apart.

And then the knocking began and Daniela woke with a start.

“Dani,” Kara called impatiently through the bedroom door. “Dani. Seriously? Again with the screaming?” She gave the door a solid kick and crossed her arms. She loved her friend and had been entertained by her nightly performances at first but this had been going on for eight months now. It was getting old.

Inside the small room, Dani groaned as she looked down and saw that once again she had kicked off her pastel sheets, exposing her naked legs and lacy panties to the pale moonlight streaming through her open window. Beneath her long t-shirt her nipples were diamond-hard and her lips stung like she’d bitten them raw. Sitting up, she yanked the hem of her shirt down over her trembling thighs and put a hand to her hot cheek.

“Sorry Kara. Another bad dream,” she called, not recognizing her husky voice. Good Lord, had she screamed herself hoarse?

“Uh huh. That didn’t sound like a bad dream. It sounded like a nymphomaniac convention in there.” Kara said, leaning against the door. She looked down at her fuzzy slippers and ran her hand through her tousled curls. “Dani, I hate to say it but I think you need some help. And some better sound-proofing. At lease close the window. All the neighbourhood perverts are probably hanging around under your balcony with massive hard-ons. It doesn`t look good.”

Despite her mortification, Dani giggled. She imagined a bunch of shifty types in raincoats and fedoras gathered under her window with their hands in their pockets. Not a pretty picture.

On unsteady legs she stood up and walked towards the bedroom door. Between her thighs there was an unmistakable flutter of excitement, as if her body didn’t quite realize that the dream was over.

Reaching for the doorknob, Dani noted that her hands were actually shaking. Throwing the door open, she quickly crossed her arms over her chest to cover her traitorous nipples and her trembling hands. She sat down on the bed and watched as Kara crossed to the window and shut it with a resounding slam.

“There, now at least the neighbours won’t think we’re filming a porno over here,” Kara said with a disapproving frown...