You’ve come a long way, baby!
First, he was ruthless, “mad, bad, and dangerous to know,” walking the corridors of centuries and loving every minute of it…
Then the “penitent vampire” raised his handsome head. Suddenly immortality is no longer a blessing. He broadcasts his angst, lamenting his ability to live forever, hating the fact that he’s forced to kill others to continue his own survival, while he searches the world for someone brave enough to accompany him on his Undead travels.
After that, he became sensitive, hiding his immortality, getting a night job, making human friends, actually coming to their rescue when needed and protecting them from his fellow Undead, the so-called “predators”…
and now, he sparkles…
Quite frankly, the only time a vampire should sparkle is just before he bursts into flame, and with that statement, I say, Bring back the Old Time vamps!
And I’m going to try, if I have to do it singlehandedly. With a little individual tweaking here and there, they stick to the rules set down long ago by Bram Stoker:
no garlic allowed,
easy on the crosses and holy water,
keep plenty of native soil around,
bring on the virgins!
Christopher Landless is my latest Undead creation and he follows the lead set by Damien laCroix, Vlad Chemare, the Andriescus, and Karel Novotny. Oh, Kit has a bit more conscience than his nosferatu brethren. He still remembers what it was to be human, but when it gets right down to the nitty and the gritty, he fights to save those like himself and not humans. In spite of that, I believe I’ve still managed to make him someone the readers will like.
Kit’s story stretches from 1794 to the year 2580. For a while, Man and Vampire managed to live side-by-side peacefully, then a terrible event occurs making humans decide vampires are too dangerous to be allowed to go free. They’re imprisoned in concentration camps, on islands surrounded by moats of blessed water.
It was a challenge to fall back on the expected way of containing and fighting vampires while transforming them into futuristic forms. Staying true to the original genre while updating it to near-science fiction f was a definite test of originality and writing skills. I hope, I believe, I managed it adequately.
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…Mankind admitted vampires exist?
…Vampires followed Man into the stars, inhabiting every planet in the galaxy?
…They solved the “Vampire Problem” by putting the Undead in concentrations camps?
What would happen if someone decided to destroy off the imprisoned nosferatu?
Would the police investigate?
Forced to assist Lieutenant Katherine Dalia in the case, vampire Christopher Landless fights desire and thirst to uncover a motive of long-lingering revenge as both vampire and mortal
discover old crimes never go unpunished.
When the woman appeared in the fog-closed street, he was more than ready to pounce.
She wasn’t scurrying furtively with a clutching of shawl or threadbare cloak as he would expect a trull to be doing, but strode purposefully on the cobbles. Head held high inside its deep hood, her heels were making a rhythmic staccato upon the stones as the hem of her cape sent the fog scattering in little swirls.
No matter. Lady or whore, the gems glittering in her ears and glimpsed at the throat of the velvet cape would soon be his, and bring his creditors to heel. He simply waited until she walked past the alley where he was hiding, then reached out and pulled her backward into the shadows, one hand going over her mouth. He didn’t even draw his pistol.
This is too easy, was his thought. After all, he was nearly a foot taller than she, outweighed her by at least seven stone, and being a man, was much stronger. The wench don’t have a chance.
As she started to struggle, he whispered, “Be still and you won’t be hurt. I just want your jewels.” That usually halted any resistance. Not in this case. Instead of subsiding, her movements increased.
Her scream of rage swept all coherent thought from him.
He never really saw her move, just felt the blow as her hand caught him under the chin. His teeth cracked against each other as he was rocked off his heels and sent flying against the wall. The pistol slung from his hand as his shoulders struck the bulding. Kit’s head collided with a protruding brick, sending a stream of bright flashes before his eyes. Then his body slid down the wall, landing in a huddle at its base.
The slut struck me! He lay there in dazed disbelief. She…
The alley seemed darker. Where did all the fog come from? It rolled in, boiling and billowing, but… ’Tis black, like dark clouds. He could barely see the woman. Shaking his head, he sought to clear his vision, eyes sensing movement within the fog.
She was running toward him, but slowly, oh so slowly. It was as if Time itself were caught in some kind of dark whirlpool and sent waning. All movement became unnatural…no sound to her footfalls, pale arms raised above her head, hands clenched into fists. The cloak was tangled around them, flapping like...wings.
Kit struggled to sit up, a coil of panic trapped in his guts. He fell back against the wall, all power fled from limbs gone numb. All he could do was lie there…waiting.
She passed through a shadow...emerged changing...head thrown back, eyes glowing, mouth a scarlet rim of enraged snarl encircling gleaming white teeth... Sweet Jesus, protect my soul! He didn’t know if he cried the words or simply thought them and the wonder passed through his mind if the Blessed Savior would bother with a sinner such as he.
Then the teeth were at his throat and the shadows closed in, blood-red and spreading and smothering his mind...
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