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Thursday, 29 September 2022
Sunday, 27 March 2022
There’s a Vampire Hunter in Town! New British Paranormal Suspense
I was searching through old files recently and discovered this little gem from a work in progress. It’s a vampire hunter novel set in and around Middlewich, UK, my hometown.
I started writing it when a fan approached me on an event and asked if I could bring the vampires closer to home. I happily took up the challenge, but the book is not finished. I should return to that later this year if nothing else distracts me in the meantime. Anyway, here is an excerpt to tantalise your imagination:
Excerpt
“Dr
Worthington,” the man said politely as he stood before her.
She looked
up at him without smiling. He wore blue jeans and a red checked shirt. His blue
eyes sparkled with power, and his short blond hair was carefully styled. She knew immediately that he was much older
than the mid-twenties age range that he embodied.
“Yes,” she
said, “Who are you?”
“My name is
Kian,” the vampire replied, “Mr Vance is expecting you. Please, follow me.”
He turned
and walked back the way he came. Jennifer looked around the room, but everyone
seemed preoccupied, perhaps a little too studiously. Narrowing her eyes, she
stood up and followed the vampire, her fingers flexing at her sides as she
resisted drawing her guns too soon. The humans were most likely enchanted not
to notice the vampires. It would cause chaos if Jennifer suddenly began
wielding a gun and fighting with a powerful undead creature right in front of
them.
She found herself walking into a long corridor at the back of the building, and she noted the exit leading out onto the car park. Kian led her up a wide flight of stairs and stopped outside a brown painted door on the landing above the pub. This was it. He knocked once and then opened the door carefully. Jennifer had to follow. Drawing her guns, she squared her shoulders, let out a breath, and stepped into the room, keeping her back to the wall and the exit in sight.
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Phew! That was tense. I need to get that finished, the first draft is about halfway complete and there was a fantastic twist at that point if I recall… The vampire hunter is not all that she seems.
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Sunday, 27 June 2021
Vampire Hunter meets the Vampire of Blackpool
Excerpt
“I know you are up there,” the man said suddenly, and I stifled a gasp, crouching still and silent, “Come out and face me, vampire.”
He was a hunter. I knew immediately by the bitter tone of his voice, and the courageous nature of his words. For the first time in over seventy years, I was facing a vampire hunter who wanted my head on his sword. I felt nothing. I could easily dispatch of him. I had done so with all the other vampire hunters throughout the centuries. In the early years they truly believed in the power of crosses, holy water and garlic. At first these tools had caused a little discomfort, but I had learned to overcome them. Wooden stakes were still a problem. There was something about wood that simply disagreed with a vampire’s body. It was one of the few materials from which we could only heal at human speed, unless it pierced our heart, in which case it killed. We had the same problem with pure silver. The metal contained a natural repellent, and it worked for both vampires and shape shifters. We were still unsure of the reasons why. Our ancient texts and teachers believed it was all tied to the magic of the moon. All I knew was that I avoided coming into contact with wood and silver at all costs.
The man paced a few steps in
a tight circle, looking up to where I crouched in the shadows. He knew I was
here. He was not about to give up. I found myself intrigued. I could descend upon him now and kill him
immediately. I would drop his body into the ocean, and nobody would be any the
wiser. But I still smarted from Samantha’s attack earlier that evening. Despite
my crazed feeding in the nightclubs, I felt weakened, exposed. I was also
angry. How dare such a young upstart as her do that to me? I warned her that she
was in danger, and still she pursued me. It was her fault. She brought it on herself. The anger that had
been bubbling just below the surface suddenly burst forward, and I hissed,
leaping down from my perch and aiming for the vampire hunter. I landed on his
shoulders almost immediately and he crumpled to the floor with a shout,
sprawling in the soft, dry sand at the very edge of the beach.
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