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Blogfest of Death

July 18, 2010

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My contribution for Blogfest of Death, hosted by Tessa over at Tessa’s Blurb, is an excerpt from my third vampire book (though I spell it vampyre usually for this particular story). I still don’t have a title for this book, but this is part the first chapter. It’s well under the 1000 words. 🙂

Roberts stared off as he sat in the chair in the middle of the dimly lit room. The back of his fingers pressed against his lips, almost bringing his hand to a closed fist, as his chin rested on his palm. With the next shriek, his head turned. His left forefinger rubbed along his lower lip as he watched the vampyre cry in agony. Blood trickled from the corners of its eyes and when the creature finally hissed at him after catching his gaze, Roberts leaned forward, rested elbows on knees and rubbed his hands together.

“I want to know where he went,” he said, his voice calm and guarded.

“I told you, he’s dead!” the vampyre spat.

Roberts grinned. “Tell me exactly how an immortal dies.” This particular immortal was different from the normal vampyres and Roberts knew he was the closest thing there was to a god, so the probability of his death was pretty much nil. It disturbed him greatly to discover there were two different types of life-sucking creatures in the world, and it was his job—no, mission—to eradicate them. He was getting fairly good at it.

Growling, low and guttural, came from its throat. Roberts nodded once to the man standing next to the creature. Once more, the vampyre screeched when the mallet hit the stake in its chest. The stake wouldn’t kill it; the vampyre wasn’t young enough for that. The procedure merely paralyzed it and caused it great pain. The deeper the stake, the less it could move.

The vampyre let out an angry yell. “He’s dead! I watched him die!”

“And how did he die?” Roberts asked, his patience wearing thin.

“Moroc killed him,” the vampyre replied in a growl.

“Who’s that?”

The vampyre hissed again. “A demon.”

“Seth, do you truly think me a fool?” Roberts asked.

Strands of long black hair stuck to the sides of Seth’s face slick with sweat and blood. “You believe in vampyres, don’t you? Why not werewolves and demons?”

Roberts chuckled. “Oh, I know about the werewolves. Demons, on the other hand, come only from literature.”

“Are you hearing yourself? You’re an idiot if you believe that.” Seth rolled his eyes and then shrieked when the mallet hit the stake once more. “Jesus! You keep that up and I won’t be talking soon.”

Roberts’ head tilted to his right. “Look at me, Seth.” He waited for the vampyre to open his eyes and meet his gaze. “Can you see me? All of you?” Roberts knew the vampyres could see the image of their brethren’s death right before one died. He’d killed enough of them to discover it. “This is your only warning. Turn in the one called Mahlon or I will hunt every one of you down.” He leaned forward. “You have one week.” He nodded to the man standing beside the vampyre.

Wire wrapped around Seth’s throat, and his eyes grew wide because he knew what was about to happen. He’d been stupid when he got caught, not paying attention, focusing entirely on his desire for a double scoop of mint chocolate chip ice cream after hours of staring at code. He shouldn’t have left the damn house. He should have listened to his instincts and not his tastebuds. He didn’t even need the damn ice cream. They’d held him for a few days too, and it was doubtful anyone even knew he was missing yet because he’d locked himself up to work on his new idea.

Seth let out a sigh, and when he opened his eyes again and looked at the asshole sitting in front of him, his eyes held calm to them that made Roberts’ brow arch.

“Why aren’t you afraid, vampyre?” This was a new experience for Roberts.

Seth closed his eyes and smiled. “Hailee. I’ll be with her now, so fuck you.”

Roberts gave one more nod and the wire snapped against the vampyre’s skin before slicing through his neck and bone. The death was silent and quick, and the smile remained on Seth’s lips when his head hit the floor.

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16 Comments leave one →
  1. July 18, 2010 9:34 am

    A suitably tough, take no prisoners vampire hunter. I like it.

  2. July 18, 2010 10:10 am

    Ahhh…you’ve got to love it when heads hit the floor. Nice.

  3. July 18, 2010 11:45 am

    Yowza! Roberts ain’t no nice guy. I wanna read this book.

  4. July 18, 2010 11:48 am

    The Lost Boys! Love that pic.

  5. July 18, 2010 1:59 pm

    Dude, Roberts is BA. Reminds me of Jack Bauer, ironically, since your pic is of Keifer Sutherland. lol

  6. Donna Hole permalink
    July 18, 2010 3:15 pm

    A very tough guy, this Roberts. And I like the way you spell vampyre.

    ……dhole

  7. Tina Lynn permalink
    July 18, 2010 4:30 pm

    Wow…you don’t go halfway. Not only did you kill someone, you killed an immortal someone. Nice.

  8. NL Gervasio permalink*
    July 18, 2010 5:00 pm

    Thank you all for the comments. I’m now off to read everyone’s entries!

  9. July 18, 2010 5:01 pm

    Roberts is a … word I can’t use because I write YA. Poor, poor Seth. I hope Shawn rips Roberts’ head off. Slowly.

    • NL Gervasio permalink*
      July 18, 2010 5:06 pm

      You know Shawn will do right by Seth. 🙂

  10. July 18, 2010 7:18 pm

    I like Roberts and I’m curious to know more about Seth and what’s going on here. It’s got a good hook to it!

  11. July 18, 2010 9:20 pm

    Great stuff!!!! Mint chocolate chip ice cream. Yumo. =D

  12. July 19, 2010 5:17 am

    OMG this is so cool! First the uber-hard vampire hunter and then the poor vamp died because he went out for mint chocolate icecream! And then the head hit the floor….. MWAHAHAHAHA!!!!

    I love how the vamp is almost normal (working on code, missing Hailee, whoever that is, wanting ice cream) and the vamp hunter is just freaky…

    Thank you for sharing this with us and for joining my Blogfest!

    I also love the Kiefer pic up top. Vamps.Do.Not.Sparkle! MWAHAHAHA!

  13. July 19, 2010 6:03 am

    Oooh, this was brutal! Great stuff. I loved the Lost Boys picture (and caption) too! 🙂

  14. christel42 permalink
    July 21, 2010 3:15 pm

    Dude. You killed Seth? I was racking my brain trying to figure out who you’d whack when you said you killed off a character. Oh noes!

    Seriously though, I like this other side of these characters. I’m intrigued.

    • NL Gervasio permalink*
      July 21, 2010 3:37 pm

      That was so long ago, I can’t believe you remember it. I cried. A lot. I didn’t want to kill him, but go read In Memoriam on the twins’ blog: http://delaurent.blogspot.com. You’ll like that. 🙂

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