July has
been a very busy, and very challenging month for the pagan housewife. I have
run around being Mother, Wife, Author, Blogger and Business Professional,
frantically trying to balance everything that is important in my life at the
moment. One thing I was determined to see through was my participation in the
July writing challenge that is CampNaNoWriMo. And I did it! I completed my challenge, and wrote 30,030 words to finish the first draft of a novel I began
writing back in 2013.
With a
working title of The Vampire Hunter, and a very rough first draft completed,
this novel is a long way off publication just yet. But the point is, I did it.
I wrote another novel, and added another manuscript to my portfolio that I can
work through at my leisure. It felt so good to be writing my stories again,
after spending the past month or so focusing solely on blogs and non-fiction
projects. The Vampire Hunter definitely needs a new name, and I will take
some time to ponder on that later. For now, here is an excerpt, for your eyes
only!
It was a tough fight tonight. Jennifer had
expected nothing less, but still, she might actually need some hospital
treatment when this was over. Her left arm was bleeding heavily, hanging at her
side, her chest heaving with exertion. She didn’t feel pain yet thanks to the
adrenaline coursing through her body, but she vaguely recognised that this was
going to hurt later. Oh well, it was nothing she couldn’t handle. It was just
another night in the life of a vampire hunter.
“Jennifer!” Jason yelled from across
the room, “Incoming!”
Her head
snapped up as she realised she had been about to collapse. With a burst of
energy, she blocked the punches of the vampire bassist, sending him tumbling to
the floor amid the debris of the pub they had destroyed. The creature hissed
and snarled, leaping to his feet and refusing to back down.
“You will die for this,
hunter!” the
monster screeched.
Jennifer
pulled her body upright with huge effort and remembered that she still held a
sword in her right hand.
“Maybe,” she agreed grimly, “But not tonight.”
She
thrust the blade into the vampire’s chest before he realised what she was
doing. He had been toying with the hunters, and now his own arrogance would be
his undoing. Jennifer remained unemotional as the silver blade penetrated
through a ripped, blood-soaked t-shirt and sliced into cold, icy flesh. It
broke the bone and ended in the creature’s heart, such as it was. The vampire stopped
moving, lifting its head to stare at her in shock. Everything slowed down to
this moment. The creature screamed and tried to dislodge the sword, but it was
too late. His body imploded, falling limp and collapsing in a heap of ashes on
the floor at Jennifer’s feet.
She barely glanced at it before moving to her next target.
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