Monday, September 13, 2010

Dark Rising Excerpt...

“What the hell is going on?” She demanded hobbling into the room. “What are you doing here?”
“Ana you’re up.” Maria turned to her and looked about as stunned to see her up and about as she was to find them talking in the library.
“No shit. What is Eric doing here?”
Maria frowned, looking confused. “Whose Eric?”
“Whose Eric?” She pointed the silver blade in his direction. “That’s Eric.”
“Ana,” he began. “I can explain.”
“You’d better.”
“I’m not Eric, I’m Vincent.”
“Vincent?” She shook her head. “Who the fuck is Eric?”
“There is no Eric. I’ve been watching you, trying to protect you from Erzabel.”
Pressing her hand against her side, she glared at him. “Well, you did a shitty job of that!”
His jaw tightened in anger and who knows maybe even sorrow. “I know.”
“Ana he did save you.” Maria had her arms folded across her chest and she had the nerve to look pissed off at Ana’s comment.
“Don’t you dare get mad at me! I’m the one who got dragged into this whole damned thing. You and your husband just threw it at me one day and said ‘here it is’.”
She stepped closer to Eric and it was then that she noticed something very strange. The golden brown eyes that had seemed to capture her by the lake were now a bright red. She gasped her gaze drifting to his slightly parted lips. He couldn’t be, a vampyer.
Her grip tightened around the knife as images of Paul and his cruel sacrifice flashed through her head. Anger heated her veins and before she knew what she was doing, she was in front of him the point of the dagger pressed against his chest, directly over his heart. She looked up into his eyes. Those familiar eyes that had once been golden brown and now the red color of her enemy.
Her hand trembled as she pressed against the blade just a little harder. She couldn’t deny the attraction she had to him or even the deep feeling of familiarity that made no sense to her. Nor could she deny her anger or rage for his kind. The ones who had already taken so much from her and the people who had chosen to watch over her. “You lied to me.” Her voice was a whisper but her intent was clear.
“How?” His voice was gentle and his eyes never wavered from where they were locked on hers.
“You never said you were a vampyer.”
“You never asked.”
“You’re one of them.” It wasn’t a question.
He shook his head. “No, I’m not.”
“Think about it Ana if he was one of them why would he be helping us protect you? Why would we be here at his home right now only after he stopped them from killing us both?”
Her eyes narrowed and hatred briefly sang through her veins. “You’re a vampyer, that’s enough for me. I should kill you right here.”
In a flash, his hand shot out and closed around her wrist. For a moment she thought he might twist her hand or squeeze forcing her to release her grip on the knife but he didn’t. He pushed it more against his chest never taking his eyes from her.
“Push hard and fast. You must make sure it goes all the way through my heart or you’ll just piss me off.”
“You think I won’t do it?”
He chuckled, shaking his head. “I think you might but it doesn’t really matter anymore. My heart died a long time ago.”
“Or maybe you’re just fucking with me.”
“Believe me, I wouldn’t go through all this trouble to fuck with you. You’re not that interesting.”

A taste of what's to come!!! Stay turned for more soon and don't miss an upcoming excerpt of Blood Tears my newest Scifi Paranormal.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

good points and the details are more precise than elsewhere, thanks.

- Norman