| Author: | Frank Arcilesi | ISBN: | 9781452462004 |
| Publisher: | Frank Arcilesi | Publication: | November 19, 2011 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords Edition | Language: | English |
| Author: | Frank Arcilesi |
| ISBN: | 9781452462004 |
| Publisher: | Frank Arcilesi |
| Publication: | November 19, 2011 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords Edition |
| Language: | English |
'Vampires Never Die' is a novella (36964 words, 14 chapters)
You couldn’t miss her—unassuming quiet elegance dressed in a black business suit that showed plenty of shapely leg and didn’t waste much material on anything that didn’t cling to her trim attractive figure—elegance and style all rolled up into one pretty package that reached deep inside you and said ’Your world can stop now because I’m here.'
This story is about a lawyer who unknowingly falls in love with a vampire but doesn't know what she really is. She's a vampire all right, but one of an elite type. She walks by day and seems otherwise normal. After he finds out what she really is, he realizes he must pursue her after she runs away, and do what must be done.
It was cold and the sun was going down when John arrived at the old warehouse for his meeting with her. He reached for the rusty red door and entered the dimly lit deserted warehouse. The time had finally come. He felt beneath his coat for the dagger which would end it all. It's not what he wanted to do but what he had to do. Love only goes so far – you can’t fall in love with a vampire. He paused at the foot of the stairs to reflect back on what had brought him here....
Excerpt:
My fingers dug in tighter around the dragon handle of the dagger and I pushed it against her chest a little harder. She took a deep breath as she felt the point against her chest. “Your idea of compassion escapes me Claudia. You relieved them of life,” I said.
Then I pushed just a little harder as the point pierced her blouse and I felt the softness of her skin resist it, and once again she took another deep breath but she continued. “Life is what you define it to be,” she said.
“My definition is a bit different than yours.” My face was close to hers as I spoke, moments away from the plunging the blade into her. The irony did not escape me. I thought back to how many times my face had been close to hers as we had made love and how now it would be close to hers in death.
Her eyes scanned mine with deep intensity. “Are we going to do this or not? She paused holding my gaze as if waiting for an answer, before she spoke again. “It’s what I am. You can’t change what I am with talk or crosses or anything else.”
'Vampires Never Die' is a novella (36964 words, 14 chapters)
You couldn’t miss her—unassuming quiet elegance dressed in a black business suit that showed plenty of shapely leg and didn’t waste much material on anything that didn’t cling to her trim attractive figure—elegance and style all rolled up into one pretty package that reached deep inside you and said ’Your world can stop now because I’m here.'
This story is about a lawyer who unknowingly falls in love with a vampire but doesn't know what she really is. She's a vampire all right, but one of an elite type. She walks by day and seems otherwise normal. After he finds out what she really is, he realizes he must pursue her after she runs away, and do what must be done.
It was cold and the sun was going down when John arrived at the old warehouse for his meeting with her. He reached for the rusty red door and entered the dimly lit deserted warehouse. The time had finally come. He felt beneath his coat for the dagger which would end it all. It's not what he wanted to do but what he had to do. Love only goes so far – you can’t fall in love with a vampire. He paused at the foot of the stairs to reflect back on what had brought him here....
Excerpt:
My fingers dug in tighter around the dragon handle of the dagger and I pushed it against her chest a little harder. She took a deep breath as she felt the point against her chest. “Your idea of compassion escapes me Claudia. You relieved them of life,” I said.
Then I pushed just a little harder as the point pierced her blouse and I felt the softness of her skin resist it, and once again she took another deep breath but she continued. “Life is what you define it to be,” she said.
“My definition is a bit different than yours.” My face was close to hers as I spoke, moments away from the plunging the blade into her. The irony did not escape me. I thought back to how many times my face had been close to hers as we had made love and how now it would be close to hers in death.
Her eyes scanned mine with deep intensity. “Are we going to do this or not? She paused holding my gaze as if waiting for an answer, before she spoke again. “It’s what I am. You can’t change what I am with talk or crosses or anything else.”
