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“To Kill A Vampire”
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To Kill A Vampire Book1
My eyes are heavy, and the pillow my head is resting on is hard. My hands feel as if something is holding them down. I glance around the room. I don’t recognize anything. Not the small bed with crisp white sheets binding me where I can’t move my feet. I try to kick at the tucked sheets, but my legs feel as if they are weighted down by dumbbells.
This room is empty. Where is my bookcase which holds all my books? Where are my books? I need to read. Reading makes me happy. Reading takes me away into someone’s mind besides my own. I feel different when I’m reading. I feel alive, and I don’t worry about much. I don’t think about the students who look at me as if I’m a freak for wanting to make A’s.
This can’t be school, I have to go to school, I tell myself. How am I to keep my grade point average up if I’m lying here, doing nothing and not studying?
I’m not at home. I’m not in school. Where am I?
And what am I doing in a room that looks like a jail cell? Not that I’ve ever seen the inside of one, but this could be one. Where are my parents? I know that I have parents and why would they leave me here?
This doesn’t make sense. I shut my eyes tight hoping when I open them this will have been a dream. I take a long breath and open my eyes, and nothing has changed except I hear a noise coming from somewhere and I don’t know exactly where. It sounds like someone is stirring. Maybe now I can get some answers. I hear the shuffling of feet. However, I don’t have the energy to raise up and see who’s coming close to me.
All I remember was taking a shower in my restroom and waking up inside this room. I yell because I need answers, but my voice is fragile and fades with each word. “Where am I? Where are my parents? I know you’re there. Say something.”
“You’re in a hospital in the mental ward.” It’s the voice of a young man.
“What am I doing in this place?” I ask.
“You must have tried to kill yourself,” the voice said. The sound is coming from somewhere in the next cell or room across from mine.
“But I wouldn’t do that, would I?” I try hard to remember things and I can’t. At this point, I can’t remember my name.
“How the fuck should I know,” the boy says to me. It jars me, and I try to sit up and see who’s using that gross word. “I’m not a doctor. I’m here just like you. All I know about this place is that this is where they bring you if you tried to kill yourself. I tried the same thing but it didn’t work, and here I am.”
Maybe I’m dead, I thought. I don’t know if I want to be around this boy. He sounds so cynical. But this place doesn’t look like anything I’ve heard or read about if I were dead.
“I can’t move,” I said to the young critical voice coming from the other room.
“They probably heavily medicated you. The nurses will be in shortly to check on you, give you some food, watch you take a shower, and then they’ll send you to be tested and then to counseling and then more pills until…”
Listening to him is painful, so I interrupt him because I can’t stand to hear more. I’m still not convinced that I where he says I am. “Then can I go home?”
“How the fuck should I know? Like I said, I’m no doctor.” The boy’s voice cracked with a tone of annoyance. The kind of voice you hear when teenage boys are turning into men. One minute their voices are high and the next day you talk to them it has deepened.
“How long have you been in here?” I ask him.
A few moments of silence pass as if he’s trying to remember but gives up and says, “I don’t know.” I hear the sadness in his voice, and I wonder if that’s the fate that’s waiting for me. Being in an institution long enough to forget the days and months and maybe years.
“How old are you and what’s your name?” I ask him because I need more information to determine if this is real or in my imagination.
“I’m eighteen. My name is Elliot. That’s all I can tell you. They don’t want us to discuss our personal information with anyone.” As I listened, I thought about how old I am. I’m eighteen and I will soon be nineteen. I will graduate from high school if I can get back there.
I’m his age, maybe older but my mother kept me back because she said I wasn’t matured enough to start school and she couldn’t bear to have me leave her so early. She homed schooled me and then sent me to elementary school. I remember some things now. I wondered how many more teens were in this place.
“Elliot, do you always follow the staff’s and doctors’ rules?”
“No. I don’t follow anyone’s rules. Maybe that’s why I’m still in here.”
“But it’s more than that isn’t it?”
“Yeah. I guess so. I tried to kill myself three times before and didn’t succeed. I think they put me in this facility to prevent me from doing that again. But if you want to do something you’ll find a way.” His voice trails off as if he’s still considering that option.
“What was wrong with you?” I asked him.
“Don’t you mean what is wrong with me?” He pauses and then says, “Nothing is wrong with me,” as if he’s not sure if there’s something wrong with him. “Except,” he breathes out hard and pauses again as if he’s thinking about why he should reveal to a stranger his innermost secret.
“I made the mistake of telling my parents that I was gay and that I was seeing visions at night. I said people were coming into my room at night. Big mistake. They took me for counseling.”
“Oh,” I said. My voice rises.
“I’m not gay, I just wanted to get their attention. The gay part didn’t upset them, they took that calm enough. It was when I said I was seeing vampires that my parents freaked out. The vampires were coming into my room at night and sucking my blood especially that female. I can’t remember her name, but she was beautiful and sexy. For a teenage boy, you know how that can be.”
“No, I don’t know,” I said to him because honestly, I didn’t have a clue.
His voice, conversational, as if he believed what he was saying and that I would understand since I was in the same place maybe for the same reason. But we weren’t the same. I didn’t try to kill myself because of vampires. And everyone who’s sane knows that there are no such things as vampires. That convinced me that I wasn’t dead and there is no way I should be here in this hospital at least not in a mental ward.
“I can see how that would unnerve them because there are no vampires,” I said to Elliot. I was trying to do what his parents and counselors couldn’t accomplish. Teenagers see things different from parents and adults. Our brains function differently and maybe if I told him that he would believe me, but he appeared confident that they did exist.
“That’s what you think.” He gave a small laugh. “They’re all over. Everywhere. Even here in this hospital, and I want to get out of this place before they kill me.”
“I thought you wanted to die?”
“I did. But when I was tested for schizophrenia and other things, the doctors said nothing was wrong with me, and they sent me home, and that’s when I realized that I wasn’t nuts and what was coming into my room at night was real. I tried to kill myself once more because I don’t want to become one of those undead things. I would rather die.” There was a brief silence. “And you, what’s your story. What’s your name and how old are you?”
“My name’s Dakota, and I’m eighteen just like you. A senior in high school. But I’m turning nineteen in June. Mother held me back because of maturity issues, and I don’t have a story. I can’t remember any more than that, now. Maybe it will come back to me, but I don’t remember trying to commit suicide.”
“When we get out of here how about you and me hooking up and go to the movies or something,” Elliot said. “But you can’t tell the counselors because we aren’t allowed to make connections in or out of this place. Don’t tell your parents either.”
And that’s when I remembered that I didn’t tell my parents what was going on with me. I didn’t eat much or sleep well. Now I vaguely remember taking my mother’s meds and waking up in here.
“I wasn’t trying to kill myself, I was trying to sleep at night,” I said. And like Elliot, I saw things too. There were some things familiar between us. People coming into my room at night and standing over my bed. I thought it was hallucinations because I couldn’t sleep.
“Did you have bruises on your body and were you sleeping at night?” I asked Elliot.
“How could I sleep? I had bruises and cuts like I was cutting myself. I wasn’t cutting myself, the vampires were doing that to extract blood and then sucking it from my arms, legs, and wrists. When the doctors examined me, I tried to tell them that I didn’t cut myself that the vampires did that.” If I were Elliot’s parents, and he told me that far-fetched story, I would probably send him away, too. I could see why he was here but me, I didn’t understand yet.
Looking up at the lights, I began to feel the medication wear off and feelings coming back to my hands and legs. And my memory returning slowly with the help of Elliot talking to me.
“I remember something now, Elliot. I think the same things were happening to me, but I had small bruises on my neck, and there was this handsome man who came to me at night. I thought it was a sexual dream. You know the kind when you are teens, and you don’t know what’s happening to your body. He told me that I had to do something and I can’t remember what it was.”
“Don’t worry after you get out of here and stop with the medication everything will be clear. It happened to me. Because I hid my meds and didn’t take them, I saw what was making a nightly visit. That time I caught the female vampire cutting me, and I ran to wake my parents, and they dismissed my accusations as delusions brought on by the medicine. I told them that I wasn’t taking my medication. And that’s when my mother began hiding the knives and razor blades. Isn’t that stupid. If I wanted to get a knife or razor, I could easily get one without them knowing. All I wanted was for them to believe me and take me away where the vampires couldn’t find me.”
“When I get out of here and if you’re out, we’re going to find those vampires, and we’re going to kill them,” I said to Elliot. It was the only thing I could think of to say to calm him.
I didn’t know why I said that, but it sounds as if it was something I could do. Not only was Elliot being tormented by vampires, I realized that I was being plagued by them as well to the point where we were willing to kill ourselves to get away from them. I had finally found a reason or excuse for my torment. But in the back of my mind, I thought the thing about vampires was an outrageous idea, but I had bought into it with the help of Elliot. He appeared convinced that they existed.
Maybe we were both mental cases.
It became clear to me and then I thought, we really have to kill some vampires if we are to live, whether it was true or not, we had to rid ourselves of our demons whether real or imaginary.
There was a long silence between us. I sat up in bed, put my feet on the cold hard floor and crouched down and rested my back against the bed and wrapped my arms around my legs. “What school do you attend?” I asked Elliot.
“That’s my school. Holy shit. Imagine that,” I said and placed my hands over my mouth.
“There are a few more students here from Holy Cross. They’re seeing things at night, and no one believes them. And they’re trying to commit suicide just like us and probably for the same reasons, but they don’t talk to me. They’re in another ward. You and I are the only ones here for some reason. Those kids in the other wards follow the rules. Sometimes you have to break the rules to survive. You’ve made me want to survive, Dakota. Do you think we can really kill those vampires?”
I didn’t have any answers yet. Elliot held on to my words as if they were gold.
“Yes. Do everything your parents and the doctors ask of you, and I’ll see you at school. It’s our last year. We can meet up and make plans.” And I laid back and relaxed and waited. My blood had been tainted with the pills I had taken, maybe that’s why the vampires left me alone, I soon realized. “Take your meds. That will keep the vampires at bay. They want pureblood.”
“How do you know all these things?”
I hunched my shoulders, “I don’t know. I just know.”
“I think someone is coming. I have to go and talk to the counselor. Today my parents are coming for a visit, and I have to convince them that I’m not going to try to do anything to harm myself. Wish me luck.”
Hearing a key open his door, I lay in that bed and tried to figure out how I knew about the medicine in the blood. Then I remembered that I read about how medication which when taken can cause different reactions in some people, and because of my small, undernourished body, medicine will enter the bloodstream quickly.
The heat is on and there’s no cooling off when you read Rachel E Rice’s latest vampire series (To Kill A Vampire) Coming in July 2018. Pre-order on Google.
Two vampire brothers are at war with each other and caught in between is Dakota.
After spending two weeks in a mental hospital, Dakota Bain can’t accept that her parents committed her.
After finally graduating from high school and after she secures a prized internship as a lab assistant at a prestigious research hospital for the summer, she doesn’t realize that this will propel her into an intriguing, unbelievable, and the most terrifying experience of her young life.
As Dakota prepares for her first day on the job, she thinks she can handle anything after what she has gone through until she comes face to face with the handsome doctor, Ashton Mieras.
Ashton is the head of the research lab and he’s dark and secretive as well as beautiful and sexy. Dakota falls in love with him. He’s her first love and she’s intrigued by this man.
Who is this man Dakota has fallen for? Why does he look at her as if he loathes her one minute and the next he treats her tender as if she’s the most precious thing on earth?
She discovers that being in love with Ashton comes at a price after she unearths his secrets. Can she pay the price, or will she embrace the life that’s been thrust on her?
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Book 3 “I Am Last Night” by Rachel E Rice
When Lycell made the unavoidable decision to approach the vampire sleeping soundly in Lycell’s cellar, he stepped cautiously down the first step leading to bottom of the dark stairway, holding something shiny in his hand. A bright light illuminated the background where Lycell stood. He had left the door opened behind him. Not to run because there was no running from a vampire, and a werewolf such as Lycell wouldn’t consider it.
The light from the kitchen cast a glow on what Lycell held tightly in his hand.
Feeling embolden and sure that he could handle anything Jovani would do, Lycell spoke into the darkness of the cellar, and his words reached Jovani’s ears before they bounced off the walls.
“Do you know what this is Night crawler?” Lycell’s voice and words harsh, offensive, and strong. Jovani’s eyes flickered, opened, and glanced up in surprise. He didn’t expect to be awakened. Not this soon especially since he had enjoyed the peace of his sleep. He had forgotten where he lay because of the euphoria of Hannah’s body resting on top of his.
Jovani fell into a dream state and thought that Hannah’s heart beat on his chest, as she lay sleeping was his because their bodies felt as one. But there were no truth in his dreams and thoughts. He was immortal and dead, she was mortal and alive and the only heart beat came from her his beloved.
Jovani had forgotten he had no heart beat. Only one person could relax him into that state and it was—Hannah. She would be his undoing thought Lycell as he looked at Jovani careful not to wake Hannah while holding her lovingly to his chest as he tried to sit up and gather his thoughts.
Lycell had his chance to rid the world of this vampire. He wouldn’t get another chance. But there was one problem.
Jovani furrowed his forehead at the sound of Lycell’s words and voice. Not so much at the sound, but of what his words implied, and that Lycell had caught him unprepared for a fight and with a werewolf and vampire there would be some kind of combat, whether it was for dominance in a world of earthly and unearthly creatures, other than mankind, or one where there was a need to establish control and power over the other.
Turning his head in a quick motion to see where the ominous voice had originated, while still holding on to Hannah as she slept soundly on his chest, Jovani answered after seeing Lycell standing in a fighting position, shirtless, legs wide and ready at any second to shift into a werewolf.
Jovani calmed and said, “You have a linked chain and if I’m not mistaken by the shine of it, you made it out of silver.”
“That’s correct. And I will ask you again, where’s my son? Where’s Justin?”
“I don’t know where he is?” Jovani said objectively as he lay his back flat on the bed one arm holding Hannah.
“That’s the wrong answer.” Before Lycell took the next step, Jovani swirled around, without disturbing Hannah, and was on his feet while Hannah slept unknowing of what was about to occur.
“You weren’t a match for me then, and you aren’t one now. And you have a human you want to protect. So while you’re chasing me around my house, you will soon discover that it’s still daylight. And where does that leave you,” Lycell said meeting Jovani’s blue eyes with his dark eyes.
Lycell’s voice heavy and ruthless as he pounded his words between his sharp teeth.
“The answer is where does that leave you? If you manage to kill me you will never find your son. You need me for that.” Jovani’s voice held strong but it was more of a deterrent than strength.
Jovani still a young vampire knew that Lycell was right. He was no match for a full grown werewolf who had been battle tested in many ways. Lycell had clashed with men, and wolves, and fought lion shifters and won. Jovani knew he couldn’t allow Lycell to overpower him.
If it was daylight, Lycell didn’t have to wake him and make a big pronouncement, he could have walked up to him and placed a stake in Jovani’s heart, or burn the house down if he wanted. But somehow he didn’t want to do that, at least, not yet. Lycell’s only concern at this moment was Justin, and Jovani knew it.
“I don’t need you for anything. All I want is a satisfactory answer,” Lycell said. Then why didn’t Lycell kill him? He had his chance, Jovani thought. Then he must need him.
“I gave it to you. You weren’t satisfied, so get on with what you’re planning to do me.”
“It’s not just you anymore. If you don’t help me find my son, then I will be forced to kill you and that girl you have inadvertently involved in your sordid existence. You don’t have the courage to make her one like you. But then how can you, when you have a wife already?”
“Why are we discussing my…” Jovani’s hands fisted at the thought of Sasha his vampire mate.
“See what I mean. You don’t deny it,” Lycell said holding on to the chain ready to lob it in Jovani’s direction if he made the wrong move.
“If you came to kill me then try because if you don’t, and from what I read in the papers, you’re married and very much in love. That’s your weakness,” Jovani said. “The weakness of my love for Hannah that you’ve cast a spotlight on is yours as well. Adrienne, I think that’s her name. The mother to so many werewolves including Justin, they will miss her sorely, as well as your brothers and especially, Wilder.” Jovani’s voice vindictive and piercing cutting through Lycell like a diamond drill.
Lycell flinched and a chill soared through him making the hair on his neck stand. The thought that Jovani knew so much about his family caused Lycell to think about what he was attempting and if he didn’t kill Jovani, Adrienne would die by Jovani’s hands, or worse, he could make her one of his undead concubines.
The vampire and the werewolf stood in front of each other assessing their strengths and weakness and what they could afford to lose.
When Lycell first met Jovani in the Middle East, Jovani had been roaming from village to village among the spoils of war taking souls to add to his army of the undead.
“How did your dead army work out for you?” Jovani raised an eyebrow. That too was a sore point.
“That was then. I’m no longer surviving on human blood. I’ve discovered that I can exist well with the animal blood in the nearby forest. So that would make me like you.” Jovani showed a hurried closed smile.
“You will never be like me,” Lycell’s cold voice cut through the silence. “I hunt animals for food, and never pursue humans unless they threatened my packs existence. Never,” he emphasized, “have I taste human blood for pleasure, but to defend myself and my kind. You’re like men only worse,” Lycell added, his voice filled with disgust, “because you kill indiscriminately and you don’t have a soul and you never will.”
“You’re not my judge, Lycell, and you will not be my executioner.” Jovani’s motion in Lycell’s direction had been faster than Lycell realized, yet Lycell stayed firm and stepped down another step to meet Jovani.
Lycell no longer on the high ground but eyeing Jovani and both searching for a weakness.
As Lycell looked past Jovani, he pointed to Hannah, as the chain made a clanging sound against the cement floor.
Lycell pointed and said, “Marrying that innocent young woman will not make you human again. Well,” he said with a raised eyebrow and a closed smirk glancing at her lying half naked. “She’s not so innocent anymore,” Lycell murmured with disdain and an insulting tone that wasn’t lost on Jovani.