A few people have asked to read some of the novels I am writing. I thought it would easier to post some here instead of sending out to everyone sepereately.

This is from the first book, towards the beginning.

Let me know what you think:


“You shouldn’t have waited outside.” He gave me an intense look, “You don’t always know what’s out there.”

That coupled with the strange look Jack was giving me, the look that said we shared a secret, instantly got my attention back. I sat straighter and worked on keeping my smile on my face while my hands were in fists on my lap. My nails dug into my palm, and the pain helped to clear my mind.

“What’s out there?” my smile turned questioning and I leant towards him, injecting the right amount of worry and interest in my voice to sound suitably interested.
“What do you mean?”

Jack mirrored my position and lowered his voice. A human would have had to really concentrate to his voice against the din of the club. I had to concentrate on ignoring the smell of his blood and the pulsing of his heart.

“There are ... things out there, that would hurt you if they got the chance. Things that will hunt you, have to hunt us, to live. You have to be careful, in the dark.” Jack stared into my eyes intensely.

My eyes prickled and darkened as this new threat came to light. Jack was talking about vampires. And that look he was giving me made me think he knew more than he was letting on. I pressed my tongue against my semi revealed fangs and the bitter taste of my own blood filled my mouth. The rational part of my brain told me to relax and keep my animal instincts in check. This was probably just his way to pick up girls; sound all mysterious and dangerous. He didn’t know anything. And he certainly didn’t know that I was a vampire.

“You mean like rapists, or something?” I made my voice quaver, in what I hoped sounded like fear. Jack simply looked at me for a long moment. His eyes searched my face and eyes. Thankfully, our table was so covered in shadows that he wouldn’t notice the complete blackness of my usually hazelnut brown eyes.

“No, I don’t mean like rapists.” This time there was no mistaking the look Jack was giving me. My brain skipped through the last few times I was out in the forest hunting; there was definitely no one there. No one was there when I caught that bear last week. No one was there when I drained every last drop of blood from its body. I was sure of it. Or at least I was until tonight. “I mean...”

....

Something hard and sharp dug into my chest, just to the side of my left breast, above my heart. I lowered my eyes slowly from Jacks’ face and looked down. A large smooth stake was pressed firmly into my chest, hard enough that I suspected it would leave a dent in my shirt. I felt my eyes widen in shock and when I looked back up into Jacks face the look of indignation had been replaced by the fiery glow of pride. There was no doubt that he knew exactly what I was and there was no doubt in my mind over exactly what I had to do. My lips pulled up to expose my fangs and a feral hiss of anger snaked up my throat. Jack pulled back from me, but pressed the stake harder into me, so hard that it ripped my shirt and punctured my skin. The small tickle of pain annoyed me more than anything else.

“That won’t kill me.”

“I know, Vampire.” Jack spat the word and his eyes blazed with hate. “But it will hurt like hell and incapacitate you while I finish the job with this.” He pulled a shiny knife from the inside pocket of his jacket. My eyes narrowed and anger surged through me. I squared my shoulders against this new threat, the stake pushed further into my chest and this time the niggling pain erupted into something more. Freezing flames licked through my body radiating from the stake protruding from my chest. Jack noticed the fire in my eyes and mistook it for fear.

“Yep, silver.” He sneered at me, “I did my homework.”

“It’s a shame you won’t get a chance to use it then.” I snarled at the boy in front of me.

In a move so quick that Jack didn’t even notice it, I ripped the stake from his hand and held it out at my side. Jack frowned down at his now empty hand; I wiggled the stake in front of his face. The pointed end shined blood red in the torch light. I clenched my fist and the wood cracked and splintered between my fingers. I opened my hand and let the pieces tumble down between our bodies. Jacks’ eyes tracked the movement, mine watched him.

While Jack watched the splintered wood clatter to the floor and his slow human brain tried to make sense of what just happened, I grabbed the knife from his grasp. And with my hand tight around his neck I backed him into the opposite wall.