Pull the blankets over your head and curl up with the Countess Constance Trollope: A Vampire Like None Since Dracula.
The little girl sat cowering in the corner; her baby sister clutched in
her arms. The expression on her face told the tale just as clearly as
if the story had been smeared across the front page of the Times.
“The evil witch stole Mommy,” she said, struggling through the wracking sobs
and weeping floods of tears. “She said she’s keeping her—to teach you a
lesson.”
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PROLOGUE
“I’m begging you, Jonathan. Let me do it.”
“No,” the elder brother said. “The responsibility is mine. The subject is closed.”
The younger man, steeped in sorrow, nodded in silent acquiescence.
Although he had wielded this weapon of retribution countless times before, still Jonathan faltered; for the end of her existence meant the end of his as well. The stake then, and with seemingly no mercy, plunged, pierced its mark dead center, and broke her heart as well as his in two. The blood, no longer foul but turned cleansed and pure, bubbled to the surface and pooled, peaceful as a meadow brook, around the stone-cold piece of wood. The momentary transformation was stunning; the blackened soul, dissolved. Felice was again as she had always been—a woman who’d known naught of fear or weakness. And yet was soft as stacks of autumn leaves.
“I’m sorry, Jonathan,” she said, her cascading tears enabled one last time by this oh, so brief return of her soul. “Don’t avenge me, darling. I beg you—don’t even think of it.”
With bitterness and despair, he choked on the words. “She will pay though it costs me my life.”
“No you mustn’t. You know how that twisted mind of hers works and how she’ll interpret this. From this moment on she’ll be consumed with thoughts of vengeance, and she’ll not rest until the children have been brought into the fold. Oh Jonathan, take my little girls and fly from this place; never, ever to come back. Promise me this, my one sweet love—I shan’t rest until I have your word.”
Felice was right of course. Avenging her and all that it would entail while having two little girls to watch over would be impossible. Unable to utter the words aloud, he nodded his oath to her.
Her eyes met his one final time; it brought to her a smile. For especially when good cheer was needed, her smiles had never been in short supply. But as that supply had met its tragic end, she placed within it all her heart, and all her soul, and every ounce of love that she possessed, hoping against hope that it would help carry her beloved husband through the darkened times which lay so dauntingly ahead.
“Kiss me,” she said. And he obeyed.
“Now finish it.”
Whereupon he took the few garlic cloves from his brother’s hand and placed them in her mouth. And again he put his lips to hers until, and only but a moment later, an angel turned to dust.
“No,” the elder brother said. “The responsibility is mine. The subject is closed.”
The younger man, steeped in sorrow, nodded in silent acquiescence.
Although he had wielded this weapon of retribution countless times before, still Jonathan faltered; for the end of her existence meant the end of his as well. The stake then, and with seemingly no mercy, plunged, pierced its mark dead center, and broke her heart as well as his in two. The blood, no longer foul but turned cleansed and pure, bubbled to the surface and pooled, peaceful as a meadow brook, around the stone-cold piece of wood. The momentary transformation was stunning; the blackened soul, dissolved. Felice was again as she had always been—a woman who’d known naught of fear or weakness. And yet was soft as stacks of autumn leaves.
“I’m sorry, Jonathan,” she said, her cascading tears enabled one last time by this oh, so brief return of her soul. “Don’t avenge me, darling. I beg you—don’t even think of it.”
With bitterness and despair, he choked on the words. “She will pay though it costs me my life.”
“No you mustn’t. You know how that twisted mind of hers works and how she’ll interpret this. From this moment on she’ll be consumed with thoughts of vengeance, and she’ll not rest until the children have been brought into the fold. Oh Jonathan, take my little girls and fly from this place; never, ever to come back. Promise me this, my one sweet love—I shan’t rest until I have your word.”
Felice was right of course. Avenging her and all that it would entail while having two little girls to watch over would be impossible. Unable to utter the words aloud, he nodded his oath to her.
Her eyes met his one final time; it brought to her a smile. For especially when good cheer was needed, her smiles had never been in short supply. But as that supply had met its tragic end, she placed within it all her heart, and all her soul, and every ounce of love that she possessed, hoping against hope that it would help carry her beloved husband through the darkened times which lay so dauntingly ahead.
“Kiss me,” she said. And he obeyed.
“Now finish it.”
Whereupon he took the few garlic cloves from his brother’s hand and placed them in her mouth. And again he put his lips to hers until, and only but a moment later, an angel turned to dust.
Awesome! :D
Posted by: Lenni | June 04, 2011 at 10:22 AM
Fascinating tale so far ... I never imagined vampires died by putting garlic in their mouths (it absolutely works well as a suicide pill like you described, though). I always imagined garlic burning a vampire's skin or melting their eyeballs if squirted in the right place, or that garlic caused the resurrected to explode into a dark cloud just after being dusted with such a powerful herbal aroma.
Posted by: Vamchoir | March 21, 2011 at 09:38 PM
c est vraiment bon suis impatiente de tout lire et en plus sa attire l oeuil vraiment bravo !!! i love a vampire
Posted by: taniasong | May 16, 2010 at 10:54 AM
Very beautiful cover , Amazing and attractive , Can't wait to read the story !
Posted by: Sina | May 13, 2010 at 03:28 AM
I just LUV the cover!! Very eye catching indeed. Good luck, I am sure you will do well!
Posted by: StormSage | September 26, 2009 at 01:16 AM
Great news! Great cover! Can't wait to read it!
Posted by: Patricia A | September 15, 2009 at 01:40 PM
Yes, Congratulations! I hope it all goes well with it and speedily! Cliffhanging is hard on the fingers :)
Posted by: Tony L. | September 12, 2009 at 06:19 AM
Congratulations!
I am looking forward to reading it in it's entirety.
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