“Meredith!” she called, hurrying over to me, “You came!”
She held a glass of wine in one hand and a small clutch
bag tucked under her other arm. I stood still as she approached, careful to
keep my expression blank. She faltered a
little as she realised I was not so excited about her presence.
“Are you alright?” she asked uncertainly, “You look pale.”
I had to smile at her sweet
naivety, and she tried not to gasp as she saw my fangs exposed.
“I am hungry,” I replied, “I have not yet found suitable
food.”
“Oh,” she said quietly,
glancing around her, “Where do you usually, um, find food?”
I simply stared at her, allowing my eyes to glow silver. She
caught her breath, momentarily struggling with her desire to appease me, and
her as yet stronger urge to repel me using her magic. I sensed the landlord
approaching us before he spoke.
“You know the rules, Meredith,” Paul said levelly, “No feeding in my pub. Take it outside.”
This was a snippet of conversation between the vampire protagonist Meredith Hanson, and her new friend and potential lover Samantha Morris. If you want to read more and indulge yourself in a little contemporary vampire romance, buy the book here. Vampire of Blackpool is the first in a new and developing series that I am calling my vampire hunter novels. Let’s see if I can return to my old manuscripts in 2021…
