Spirit Sanguine is finally alive! If patience is a virtue, I'm clearly a sinner. The last week especially was a torture.
This book grew out of my frustration over vampires always being so mopey. I only planned one short story originally, but it got a little (much) longer. As I was fleshing out the characters, I had to not only figure out what they were like, but also what made them that way. The events and mysteries of their past shaped not only their personalities, but also had an effect on the plot.
Spirit Sanguine is a blend of mystery, suspense, and humor. A paranormal story in contemporary setting. I hope the readers will enjoy it.
For now here's an excerpt:
It was Gabe’s thirteenth straight perfect summer night in
Chicago since he’d arrived back from Budapest. He left his cheap hotel in
Rogers Park and headed downtown. The air was as smooth as fine red wine, and
the moon hung in the sky like a fat lump of Camembert. It felt strange being
back home after all those years. The city was essentially the same as he’d left
it, but he’d changed and no longer fit in. The odd sensation of being a
stranger in his hometown made him restless.
As it was Friday night, the streets of River North were
teeming with tourists and locals. Gabe popped in and out of bars, not staying
long anywhere. He had a few beers, but it would’ve taken something stronger
than alcohol to fill the void inside him. He stalked the streets at night
because he didn’t know what else to do. Coming home had been a logical and
necessary step, but he had no idea what came next. To make things worse, he
hadn’t gotten laid for far too long. Not that there was a shortage of willing
bodies. Gabe knew he didn’t stand out in a crowd, but he had no problem
attracting guys, especially ones who liked a bit of rough trade. Dark-haired
and sturdy, he had the physique and air of a man who could give that to them.
So there were plenty of interested men, just none of them “lit his fire”. Truth
be told, he was in the granddaddy of all funks.
Gabe would never in a million years have expected to find
someone to answer all his yearnings at once. The young man who bumped into him
in the crowded bar murmured hasty apologies and walked away. As collisions
went, it seemed as innocuous as the first contact between the Titanic and the
errant iceberg, yet at the moment of contact, Gabe’s heart hurled itself at his
rib cage, sensing the impending disaster. As they parted, he stared after the
other figure: short, slender, dark-haired and undead. A killer combo. It was
unfair; the most fuckable ass he’d come across in who knew how long, and it
belonged to a vampire.
Gabe had a sixth sense for these things, quite literally. In
the proximity of a vampire, his skin prickled and the short hairs on the back
of his neck stood at attention. At the same time, an invisible compass in his
brain zeroed in on the creature. Oddly, in this instance the sensation was as
faint as the brush of a spider web, yet still unmistakable. To clinch it, Mr.
Killer Buns was several degrees too cool to the touch.
Finding and slaying vampires was Gabe’s special skill, one
might even say calling, although he’d been having second thoughts about that as
of late. The current situation was most disturbing; thoughts of sex and
vampires had never before occupied his brain at the same time. The undead he
and his uncle had been hunting across Europe for the past several years hadn’t
inspired such notions. They’d been a revolting bunch that without fail had
tried to rip out his throat. Not one of them had worn tight jeans showing off
shapely buttocks.
“The only good vampire is a dead vampire,” Uncle Miklos used
to say. So Gabe sent the carnal thoughts packing and concentrated on the task
ahead. It had to be done. Pity.
When his mark left the bar, Gabe followed at a prudent
distance all the way to the El station. Since he saw no trains coming, Gabe
waited a minute before walking up to the platform. He spotted his target at the
far end, so he stayed back. It wasn’t yet time to make his move. He was going
to follow the vamp back to its nest where there might be more of its kind.
Minutes ticked by. Gabe took a few casual glances at the creature. It seemed
oblivious, chatting on a cell phone. Gabe wondered who was on the other end of
the line. The bloodsuckers he’d had experience with were neither particularly
social nor technologically savvy.
The train finally arrived, and they got on. A good twenty
minutes later when the vampire got off, Gabe followed, waiting till the last
minute to jump off. The vamp had already walked down the stairs and out of
sight, but Gabe could still feel its presence. He tracked it on deserted, dimly
lit streets. He tugged down the zipper of his leather jacket and slipped his
hand inside. Three wooden stakes sat on each side in their custom-designed
holders. Old habits died hard.
Gabe caught a movement in the shadows from the corner of his
eye, but it didn’t alarm him much—the only undead in the area was half a block
ahead. The sudden sharp sting in his posterior took him completely by surprise.
After a moment of confusion, he yanked the dart out and stared at it. Why would
somebody shoot him with a dart? As his knees turned to jelly and the world
faded away, he understood he’d probably made the last mistake of his life.
Gabe came to in an empty, windowless room, lit by a bare
lightbulb hanging from the ceiling. The mold-stained walls amplified the
low-budget-horror-flick ambiance. The one thing out of synch was the
bloodsucker crouched in front of him—it looked at him with concern morphing
into relief as Gabe clawed his way back to consciousness. Now that he got a
closer look at it, the vampire proved to be even more intriguing; its features
were an appealing fusion of Asian and Caucasian. The eyes staring at Gabe were
brown around the iris, blending into green. It was, without question, the most
attractive vampire Gabe had ever seen. But that wasn’t saying much.
Gabe knelt on the cold concrete floor, propped against the
wall in an uncomfortable position, but when he tried to move, he realized he
was expertly bound—ankles together, hands behind his back, and all tied
together, so he couldn’t even stand up.
“You’re a slayer, right?” the vampire asked, more curious
than accusatory.
Gabe had no intention of giving in that easy. “I don’t know
what you’re talking about. I was walking home when you kidnapped me. It’s a
federal crime, you know.”
“And you simply happened to have six very sharp wooden
sticks on you. Or were you just happy to see me?”
For the first time ever, Gabe witnessed a vampire smirk. It
perturbed him more than a vicious scowl would’ve. Looking down, he also became
aware of not wearing his jacket anymore. Well, the gig was up. Still, he wasn’t
going to make this any easier for the bastard; he clamped his jaws together and
said nothing.
The vampire sighed. “Don’t be a grumpy pants. Let’s say we
agree you’re a slayer.”
“And you’re a soulless bloodsucker.” Gabe produced a scowl
appropriate for the circumstances, but he started to get a strange feeling that
they weren’t working from the same script.
The vampire wasn’t bothered. “Sticks and stones. Tell me,
where did you come from? You’re new here, right? We haven’t had a slayer around
here in ages. What brought you here now?” It looked at Gabe as if he were the
Easter Bunny.
Gabe figured it made no difference, but he might as well
make up some pretty lies. “Fine, you got me. My buddies and I are new in town.
I was supposed to meet them. They’re probably looking for me.”
The vampire cocked its head sideways and studied him for a
second. “Nah. You’re lying.”
Gabe shrugged as much as the ropes allowed. “Maybe. Or maybe
not.”
The vampire chewed on its fingernails while studying Gabe
silently some more. “You’re a pain in the ass,” it said.
Gabe stared back in his best Bruce Willis impression, but
inside he felt flummoxed. He’d been insulted by vampires before but never so
benignly. Threats of getting ripped from limb to limb were more along the line
of what he’d been expecting. This was a strange fucking night.
The vampire leaned forward and put a hand over Gabe’s heart.
Its eyelids drifted closed, and its curvy lips parted slightly, as if in a
trance, creating a positively sensuous picture. It almost made Gabe regret what
he was about to do. Almost. Putting all his strength and weight into it, he
launch himself forward and head-butted the vampire. Having been knocked back on
its pretty ass, it looked startled for a nanosecond, but then in a flash it was
in Gabe’s face, fangs bared, eyes burning with amber fury. It put a hand around
Gabe’s throat and squeezed while sliding its other hand under Gabe’s shirt,
fingers digging into naked skin.
“Give me a good reason why I shouldn’t disembowel you?” the
vampire hissed.
