Chapter 9: Deadly “Stop it, stop it, you’re Lavinia!” Sally screamed. Lavinia’s cold lips slid on her soft white skin, the mouth snapped open to bite. For one instant Sally nearly went under and allowed it. They would be vampires … Continue reading
Chapter 8: Not Knowing Anymore Jesse was watching his sleeping husband when the shock wave of bullets reached his ears. He knew Walter sensed something wrong. Since Sally and Lavinia left, Walter had avoided any intimate moment with him. At … Continue reading
Chapter 7: One Moment of Fierce Triumph Charla Thorpe didn’t know much about guns but at least one good thing about the vampire plague, you could just walk into a store and buy one now. No license, no waiting period, … Continue reading
Chapter 6: White Cross The cross was as primitive as a cross could be. It was simply part of the stonework of the building: five or six of the stones must have been deliberately chosen because they were white as … Continue reading
Chapter 5: Garbage “Where’s your girlfriend?” Roseanne Paxton asked her son with what she intended to be perceptive kindness. She had seen his red eyes as he came out of his room to go to the bathroom and was trying … Continue reading
Chapter 4: The Island Sally smelled heather and fog, not salt spray. Under her back was firm ground, wet grass. Her eyes fluttered open. Lavinia, naked body slick with mist in the evening light, sat looking off at nothing. “I’m … Continue reading
Chapter 3: Mend Her Broken Heart “This is my girlfriend.” Jeremy faced his parents defiantly. Their eyebrows raised in shock. “Her name’s KerriAnne.” He put his arm more tightly around her shoulders and looked at her tenderly. He’d let her … Continue reading
Chapter 2: Flying There At that moment, like the deep voice of the mother goddess came the gruff sound of her beloved, gasping “Wh-what’s, huh, what’s wrong, tiger?” Lavinia had noticed! Even through all the distraction she had pulled herself … Continue reading
Sally came out of her daze and risked a peep downward. They were over purple blue ripples, painted with a gold streak as the sun neared the western horizon. Lavinia’s wild shrieks were loud in the ear pressed against Lavinia’s … Continue reading
Charity’s little blue Honda Civic chugged up Highway 12 through the Sonoma Valley. Tommy in the back seat sang, “To day yis, da day I, go fwine!” Beside her in the passenger’s seat, the male vampire (who had given his … Continue reading