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Yeah, I’m a
little hyper about it all. And I’m having a blast.
Today, just
for you all, I’m sharing a special treat.
A deleted scene. This has not
been professionally edited, since I’d cut it long before I submitted it to The
Wild Rose Press, so forgive any mistakes...LOL
Hope you
enjoy!
Also remember
to leave a comment with your email address. I’m running a contest. (See below for details.)
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Shane watched from
under the large oak tree in the side yard of a dilapidated farmhouse. A mixture
of blocky plastic toys, rusted farm equipment, and an engine block resting on
cinderblocks were strewn over the muddy yard. In an old barn behind the house,
a dim light shown between the cracks in the old oak planks. A screech and a
thumping of metal hitting metal followed a chorus of curses.
“Fuck it, I’m
goin’ to bed. Sheryl will just have to come here to pick ‘em up in the mornin’,
if she wants ‘em that damn bad,” grumbled the young man inside the barn.
The boy was
alone. The only other heartbeats near came from the old clapboard house—the
young, small hearts of children.
He moved to
the battered doorway of the barn-turned-garage. The plank doors hung opened, despite
the cold night. Aged to twenty-four years, named Johnny Markel, recently
divorced from a cheating wife, two kids... Shane ruffled through the boy’s mind
further. He worked at a factory he hated, but for his kids he’d put up with the
crap from his boss. Someday he’d finish the computer training and get a better
job. Maybe go to real college.
Pitiful. Shane
backed out of the boy’s mind and allowed him to take notice of him.
“Hey, who the
hell are you?” Johnny’s brusqueness didn’t mask his spike of fear.
Shane raised a
brow and smirked. “I’m your worst nightmare.”
Before the boy
could react, Shane moved in behind Johnny too fast for the boy to see the
maneuver. Shane entered Johnny’s mind again and paralyzed him. Panic came to
the boy with blinding ferocity.
“It pleases me
greatly you aren’t heeding the warnings of the local ineffectual law
enforcement. You know the ones—stay inside and don’t go out at night alone.” Shane
allowed Johnny control of his facial expressions, and he laughed when the boy’s
eyes bugged. “You do know there is a serial killer on the loose, do you not? Oh,
what is the media calling me...” Shane circled the boy and pretended to think
as he tapped a finger on his cheek. “Ah, yes, the Alleghany Slasher. But trust
me. I’m more frightening than any mortal killer.”
“No!” Johnny shouted
when Shane gave him control of his voice. Shane moved behind him again. “Tell me, Johnny,” Shane said near his ear like a lover. Johnny’s shock washed over Shane along with his terror. “I know a great deal more than your name, Johnny. Your simple mind reads like an open book—a very boring and uninspiring one at that. Do you believe in the undead?”
“What the fuck
are you talking about? Did you drug me or somethin’?”
“Oh, this
modern time can be so despairing.” Again, Shane circled his prey. “Mortals are
bombarded every second with information, and science has made people
shortsighted and unbelieving in the unexplained, the mystical world.” He
stopped and held Johnny’s gaze. “Mortals have no idea how limited their science is.”
Johnny’s mind
sent a stronger signal to flee. Shane blocked it, but not before a shudder ran
though Johnny’s paralyzed body.
“Why can’t I
move? Lemme go!”
“Oh, some
fight. I like that. Makes the blood tastier with adrenaline.” Becoming weary of
the game, Shane moved in behind him again.
“Blood?”
Johnny croaked. Shane let Johnny look over his shoulder, and Shane allowed his
eyes to take on the demonic glow of a vampire about to feed. His canines
descended. The scream that followed from the boy was piercing.
With Shane’s
mental compulsion, Johnny tilted his head, offering his neck. Johnny whimpered,
pathetically pleaded, “Please, I have two little kids. Don’t hurt them. They’re
all I have.”
“Yes, I can
hear their hearts. Dear little children, I’m sure. So innocent, so sweet.” Shane smiled, baring his teeth.
The pulse at the base of Johnny’s neck beat erratically, and Shane laughed. “Ha!
You didn’t even know you had a worst nightmare until you met me.”
Johnny cried
out again as Shane sank his fangs into the warm flesh. Instantly, the boy
stopped trying to struggle, and as Shane drained him of life, he writhed in as
much complete terror as venom-induced bliss.
Once his heart
stopped, Shane slit his throat with an authentic Bowie knife he’d pilfered from
a French trapper he’d preyed upon along the northern Mississippi River almost
two centuries ago.
He dropped the
body and melted into the shadows outside.
~~~
To find out more about A Hunter’s Angel check out my
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for a schedule of my blog stops during the book tour. I will be presenting a
series of short stories called The Vampire Encounters. Follow me as
I interview Ian McHenry, Master Vampire Lucas Pomeroy, Vivian van Dyke Pomeroy,
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