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Category: Dark Fantasy/Suspense/Thriller
Description: The vampire hunter becomes the hunted... Silver Devries was once a powerful Vampire Queen; now she has become a vampire hunter. Her task: to hunt down a band of rogue vampires before they breed themselves, and humanity, out of extinction. When she comes face to face with her nemesis, Father Drake, a priest she watched murdered during the Inquisitions, Silver finds that Father Drake is no longer a man of god but the servant of a vicious and ancient vampire. Can Silver trust Drake when he offers his help or will they both lose their lives in the midst of a vampire war? Excerpt: "Drake?" I whispered. "No, it can't be. You are dead, I watched you die." Once again I heard the familiar, low male voice chuckling. "Sometimes the eyes, just as the heart, can be deceived," he said. Father Drake Von Brugel was an Ancient, older even than I or the Ancient Queen Akita. During the Christian crusades, he had been a formidable warrior of the cross. He travelled many continents on the Pope's behalf to bring the sinful to the side of God. Father Drake knew no boundaries when it came to his faith or his merciless discipline and indoctrination of the soulless. He was a brutal man. My mind flashed back to our first meeting; seemingly a lifetime ago. In fact, it was many lifetimes ago.
eBook Publisher: Eternal Press/Damnation Books LLC/Eternal Press, 2011 2011
eBookwise Release Date: May 2011

Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [159 KB]
Words: 32735
Reading time: 93-130 min.

Chapter One

I struggled against the hands and bonds that immobilized me. I felt paralyzed. There were flashes of light and fangs, so many sharp, white fangs. My flesh was shredded, blood draining from wounds that covered my arms, my legs and my throat.

"No!" I screamed. "Andrew, where are you? Why can't I feel you? Why won't you help me?"

Suddenly, the bonds released and I sprang forward, reaching out in front of me.

Nothing. There was nothing but cool air and the dark.

"A dream?" I panted. "This was all a dream?"

I ran my tongue over my exposed fangs and lips. It was a nervous habit I developed over the last few years. After a moment or two to quiet my mind, I reached out into the inky blackness and felt the darkness revealing the same feelings I had for the last six months: devastating loneliness.

Reaching up the wall, I felt for the light switch. I blinked quickly as the room flooded with flickering, florescent light.

I sat up in bed, alone; my long, silver hair fell like a curtain around my shoulders. I looked around the room at the blacked out windows and the sealed door. It was a barren, impersonal space excepting a small bed, a single pillow and a well-worn comforter I had stolen from a second hand shop not too far from where I was now living.

This was what my life had become. The life of a former Vampire Queen.

I glanced down at a small cooler that fit snugly under my bed. It was full of ice packs and blood bags.

"Marie." I sighed as I remembered our first visit to the blood bank not so many months ago. "If not for you I'd have starved to death."

Marie Saint Martin was a young, former nun with the gift of sight that I turned into a fledgling vampire. Although not without purpose, her human death and rebirth into the Vampire Clans left me unsettled and grieving. She was the kin of Andrew Saint Martin, the human host and consort I had chosen to become the next leader of the vampires and their first King.

I still refused to feed from any human who would not give themselves freely to me. It sickened me the way these new vampires would feed off anyone or anything.