vampires

OMG, Triscut is LAZY! Here, have a clip no one else has seen.

Guys… I’m super lazy. I hope there’s no one out there who relies on me for entertainment because I’m just terrible at keeping up with things. I also write great run-on sentences and my grammar is terrible.

I have been writing recently though, super excited about that, and I suppose I’m gonna share a clip with you that even Author Amanda McCormick hasn’t seen yet (and she gets to read everything I write… she’s gonna be sooooo mad). It’s from my vampire novel and it’s the roughest rough draft ever, so don’t judge me! Or do… I’m posting it anyway. A word of caution (to this tale, should Hercules fight, you will fail [sorry, bit punch-drunk and I couldn’t resist]) the scene is a bit homoerotic. There’s nothing really graphic in it but things are implied. If that bothers you then don’t read on… and this may not be the blog for you. Everyone else, enjoy!

 

“You’re not the vampire I expected.” A gruff voice rose out of darkness.

Lucca’s eyes adjusted to the gloom and the man belonging to the voice, and the energy, came into view. Fang marks, some new, others weeks old, covered his naked body and he was shackled to the wall behind him. Amber eyes rimmed in chocolate fire glared at him in defiance from beneath a brow that was furrowed in pain. Several days growth covered his face and head, giving him a decidedly rugged look. Lucca found his eyes roaming the strange were’s muscled form on their own, his body responding in ways it hadn’t responded to anything in centuries.

“How many of my people did you kill?” the angry words were like ice, freezing the sudden heat in his veins.

It took Lucca a moment to find his voice, “Your people?” he asked in confusion, “What people are you talking about?”

“My people, the weres that other fucking vampire has been using my blood to control. I could feel their deaths… How many?” The were’s words were tight and he suddenly collapsed against the chains.

“You’re their Alpha?” Lucca took a few cautious steps toward him, “We didn’t realize their alpha wasn’t complicit in all of this.

He sent out a mental signal to his people “Stop killing weres, things are more complicated than we thought. Capture and hold them.” The Alpha had gone quiet, Lucca sensed for his energy and sensed that it was dangerously weak, the death of his pack was threatening to take him with it. A strange sense of guilt and urgency overtook him and he tore the shackles from the were’s still body and supported it against his own as he eased him to the stone floor.

If you’re anything like me you read that and went “OMG, there’s so many things that she could/needs to do with that.” then you said “That dirty heifer, nothing sexual happened there at all! I have so much disappointment!” You’d (I’d be?) right about the first thing, it needs work and I’m not even remotely happy with it. That’s why I’ve not shared it with anyone else yet… and why you only get a tiny tiny snippet of it (ye gods there’s so much more). As for your second point, you’re perverted, I like you.

Anyway, that’s part of what I’ve been working on lately. Unfortunately my muse got a bit derailed after I wrote another scene with those two (for the second book in the trilogy) so I had a dry spell for a few days. Good news though, I started on a short story last night… then I almost named my main character Harley Davidson (on accident, I’m skilled). Fortunately I caught myself before the redneck in my subconscious embarrassed me thoroughly.

That’s it for tonight, folks. Anyone have any suggestions or words of wisdom? I’d appreciate any feedback that wasn’t blatantly hateful. No need for haters around these parts.

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Random Scene #1

Okay, this scene was written in… 2008 I think. It hadn’t been spellchecked or anything until a few moments ago. I did a couple of minor edits before posting here (because I made some really goofy mistakes) but otherwise it’s raw material. Enjoy… or hate it… whatever works for you!

It was on a night such as this, with the sky overcast and a breeze through the air, that he first came to me. Wreathed in shadows, he leaned against a building waiting for me to walk near him. I had sensed him in that spot many nights before but I could feel that that night was different. There was a kind if electric tension on the breeze and the world seemed to be holding its breath in anticipation of something great.

I walked right passed the spot he hid in like I sensed nothing odd. He had me locked between his chest and the brick wall of the building before I realized what had happened. My reflexes had me trying to struggle and I had my knife drawn before my brain had completely processed what I was doing. He tensed and let out a hiss when he felt the tip of the knife puncture his jeans. Once I realized what I had done, I dropped the knife and looked up at his face. His sensuous lips were spread in an almost malicious grin. I could see the razor sharp points of his incisors and canines, my suspicions were confirmed and that realization made every tense muscle in my body relax. The grin slid from his face and he gave me a strange look before he struck at my throat. I hissed in a quick breath and stiffened for an instant, feeling the tiny pin pricks, then the tearing of his teeth as they broke through and ripped at my skin. I think I tried to scream but couldn’t catch my breath and no sound would come out.

Then he began to feed and my body went completely slack, had it not been for his body pinning mine to the wall, I would have slid to the ground. As soon as he began suckling at the wounds he made in my neck, pleasure like nothing I had ever known began to build in me. It felt as though every cell of my body was on fire, passion and desire burning me from within. I began to moan and writhe against him. It seemed he didn’t want me writhing because he growled against my neck and held me motionless.

In moments the world had fallen away and all that was left was the fire consuming my body and the creature pressed against me. I could feel him straining tight against his jeans where his groin rubbed against mine and it was driving me crazy. I suddenly found myself wishing we weren’t wearing so many clothes.

He pulled back from me and laughed, a full-throated, masculine laugh that made parts of me that were already aching tighten painfully. “Not yet my sweet You are not ready,” he purred, “Soon.”

What he said made no sense to me in the state that I was in. I didn’t understand why he had stopped feeding. I felt as if I needed him to drink me dry. He started mumbling something under his breath then brought his index finger to his mouth. I watched him though heavily lidded eyes, feeling as though I was going to be consumed by the fire he lit inside of me if it wasn’t quenched. While looking into my eyes, he tore open his finger with his fangs and held it up between us as blood welled up in the small tear. Tipping his finger downward, he let one shimmering drop fall onto my bottom lip, my tongue shot out and licked the blood away. In that moment the fire within me coalesced into something I had never felt before and knew I would never feel again after. My body seemed to explode into a thousand pieces of raw pleasure, and then all was black.