Book: Diary of a Vampire

Diary of a Vampire
(a short horror story: the beginning)

DIARY OF A VAMPIRE
Maggie Berkley

Erotic Romance: Paranormal (Vampire), Gothic/Horror
ISBN: 978-1-60435-033-3
Cover Artist: Red Rose™ Publishing
Editor: Nancy Gail
Word Count: 10,660
Release Date: October 17, 2007

What would you do you were going to write your life story as a vampire?

I sit at my desk starring at the open book before me, pen in hand. My adopted daughter Dassah convinced me to write out my history, though I’m not certain how wise it is to do so. Those like me are not well received, in the world around us, though few souls know of our existence. Plus I am not sure exactly where to start.

At my rebirth into what I am today? Or do I start at what led up to my actual death and rebirth into my new Un-Life? Or to be more politically correct…my living impairment. This amuses me, but Dassah rolls her eyes claiming I am ‘so not with it’.

“Vampire,” she says, sighing heavily at me as she shakes her head. “You’re a vampire American.” The youth of today. No sense of secrecy.

Excerpt:

Moving me from the corpse, he pulled me into his lap, holding me in his strong arms as I calmed, stroking my hair and cheek with a large steady hand until I came to my senses. I licked at the blood on my fingers, sucking at the clots under my ragged nails. All I felt was a great need to rend and feed. Animal I had become.

“No, not an animal,” he spoke as if he read my mind. “Newborn. You seek nourishment to live. The feeling will soon pass and your senses will return.” He petted my hair, holding my head to his chest, his arms now enfolding me as a lover would, caressing my arm and back. I could feel his lips move against my hair as he spoke, whispering words of encouragement.

Pulling back slightly from me, he looked into my face and smiled, revealing even white teeth and sharp lion’s fangs.

“My beauty.” His fingers brushed my tangled hair from my face before tracing a line down my cheek. “Even my Queen will envy you.” His eyes shone with an inner fire as he gazed over me. “But you are not for her, for you are my companion.”

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