Book 2 Excerpt

Sneak Peak: Book 2

Two's adventures continue in the second book of the trilogy, currently being written. Here's a little taste of what's in store!

The alley was dark, and damp, and smelled like mold. It stretched for perhaps twenty meters in either direction, opening up to streets on either side. There were no other exits. The vampire was nowhere to be seen.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” Two said, running a hand through her hair. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. Where did you go?”

She moved down the alley toward the rear of the building, kicking boxes and old newspapers out of her way. There was no sound but the noise of her progress, and the thud of the music. Two reached the end of the alley and peered down the street. Nothing.

“God damn it, don’t leave me here!” She shouted at the darkness.

Nothing.

Two began walking back up the alley, muttering to herself. “Fine. Fuck you and your stupid vampire bullshit. Fuck your stupid games. I’ll go home tonight, and I’ll come back tomorrow. And I’ll come back the next day, and I’ll come back the day after that. I’ll keep coming back until you talk to me.”

There was a sound like rushing wind, and Two felt something heavy hit her shoulders, dragging her to the ground. The motion was fast, disorienting, and Two was sure that at any moment she would hit hard concrete. Instead, she found herself cradled in the arms of the woman from the club.

“I will speak with you now,” the vampire said, “since you request it. Here are my words: prepare for death, little human.”

“Wait!” Two shouted, and took in air to speak more. It was too late. With one swift motion the vampire grabbed Two’s chin, forcing her head back and exposing the veins of her neck. Two felt pain like fire, first, lancing out from where the vampire bit her to touch every nerve ending. After a moment, it was replaced with warm, pulsing waves of pleasure that coincided with her heartbeat.

Two felt herself being drained, felt her life being stolen away from her, felt blackness speeding up to overtake her. It didn’t seem to matter. She thought to herself, at least it’s over. At least it’s finally done.

She did not expect the abrupt end to the sensation, nor the sudden plummet to the hard ground. She was dimly aware that she must still be alive, because hitting the concrete alleyway had hurt. She looked up, groggy, trying to clear her vision. The vampire was backing up, eyes wide, confused and startled.

“Tah ama vamper. Sa pare tah ama vamper. Ashi?”

The words meant nothing to Two, but she forced herself to respond anyway. Her mouth grudgingly formed the words. “Told ... toldjoo to ... wait.”

“Ashika moritas?”

Two was fading rapidly, but she forced herself to a sitting position. Her head spun, and she leaned against the side of the building for support. The walls throbbed and hummed against her.

“I don’t speak ... whatever that language is. Sorry.”

“You have vampire blood,” the woman said.

Two’s vision was fading now, being replaced by blackness. She laughed. The sound was more like a sob, and with it went the last of her strength. Two slumped to the ground, and her last words were a whisper.

“Not anymore.”

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