Published: July 3rd, 2018
Cover Artist: London Montgomery Covers
Secrets and Lies of a Living Vampire...
Vampire Elizabeth was looking for a distraction when she took a job on the isolated estate of scientist Dr. Owen Bennett. Expecting him to be an eccentric old man, the Doctor, turns out to be a lot younger than expected and sparks fly. As Liz struggles with her past and a possible future with Owen, she realizes that things around the Bennett compound aren’t quite adding up.
Suspecting that Dr. Bennett might be a vampire, she begins to search for evidence. However, the more she learns, the more questions she has. To add to the mystery, the doctor’s wife has seemingly vanished, he’s tight-lipped about who they work for, and his research is kept under lock and key.
When the pieces finally come together, Elizabeth is faced with a secret that could have serious repercussions for all Moroi vampires. Could she be on the wrong side?
Now that she’s found the second life she's been searching for, can Elizabeth find her way through this web of secrets and lies or will they be the downfall of it all?
After being locked in my room on that final day, I heard footsteps and voices from down the hall approach.
A heart beat nearby, and I listened as it grew closer.
Unable to control my impulses any longer, I broke my restraints. When the nurse came into my room, I welcomed her and drew her close to my bedside.
That was the first time I felt my fangs come out.
They cut my lip and filled my mouth with my own blood, but that wasn't good enough.
When the woman was above me, I leapt to my knees and pulled her onto the bed. I could hear and feel her life rushing through her veins, and I couldn’t help myself.
I licked my lips and knew I was going to taste her blood.
I must’ve been terrifying because she screamed and tried to escape, but I moved with lightning speed and extreme strength. Covering her mouth with my hand, I bit into her neck and began to drink.
As her blood started to satiate me, I became horrified about what I had done.
Her auburn hair hung messily around her ashen face, and she hung in my arms like a broken doll.
I licked the fang wounds on her neck, and they disappeared before my eyes.
Her heart still beat, very rapidly and unevenly, but she was alive nonetheless. Carefully laying her down, I covered her up with a blanket. Her hat had fallen off onto the floor, and I kicked it under the bed to hide it.
I was powerful with this much blood, and my mind seemed to return to the present, awake and alert.
With lots of blood, I feel fantastic. My brain seems to work a hundred times faster.
I had to get out of there.
However, after the terrible words Alexander had said to me before locking me in the insane asylum, I knew I could never go back to him. He would never accept me. He’d only had contempt, hatred, pity, and disgust for me.
I had never said the “V” word or how my change occurred, and now I was glad I never had.
He would’ve never believed me anyway.
I retrieved my clothing from the wardrobe, donned it, and looked around. The hospital staff would see me if I left through the door, so I made my way to the large window and opened both panes.
Standing on the sill with my hands braced on the frame, I knew I could jump to the ground. It was three stories up, but I could make it, to get out of this place.
Large snowflakes hit me as I landed in a crouch in the garden behind the asylum.
At that moment, I knew for certain what I was.
I had fangs.
I was fast and strong.
I was a vampire.
About the author:
T.L. Christianson lives in Colorado with her husband and two children. She’s a graduate from the University of Colorado in Boulder, and an avid outdoors woman. When she’s not hiking or outside on an adventure, she’s reading or writing fantasy and science-fiction.
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