It is the start of the year and I am looking to start using this blog for what it was originally intended. A way for me to connect with people and show them my writing, and that of my fellow authors.

So, why not kick things off with the opening pages of my most recent novel Blood of the Tainted.

Blood of the Tainted ebook cover

Chapter 1

The clock struck nine and the mist that had gathered on the outskirts of Dermouth began to spread, and on it sailed death.

Erica Roberts tugged on Harvey’s lead. The golden retriever stood staring down the road in uncharacteristic stubbornness. “Come on, now. We’ll just go round the block and then back home.” She tugged again in an attempt to get the dog moving.

It was early spring and the air was crisp and cold. Erica was happy to keep the walk short. She had survived a long day at work and the last thing she wanted was an hour-long fight with the dog just for the sake of giving it the daily quota of exercise.

“Good boy,” she remarked as the dog sped ahead of her, tugging on the lead with an urgency that was at the other end of the character scale. “What’s gotten in to you tonight?” Erica asked as she quickened her step to keep pace with the animal.

At the same moment, a blast of Arctic wind ran down the street, ushering with it a wailing cry and an even further drop in temperature. Erica felt the cold wrap around her, chilling her to the bone. It cut through her clothes making her feel as though she was nude.

As the gust died away, Erica was sure she heard someone calling her name; a whisper on the wind. Erica spun around, her skin two sizes too small. The street was empty. Beside her, Harvey sat and gave a whine; a lonely sound that echoed through the street. Movement in the corner of her eye caught Erica’s attention. Squinting, she stared into the distance. The mist floated over the ground like a ghost, consuming everything in its knee-deep path. It flooded down the street, tendrils rising and licking at the air like albino flames.

“Erica.”

Erica heard her name whispered once again. It rolled with the mist and caressed her ears, making her shiver.

“Come on, Harvey, let’s get home.” Erica turned back to her dog, but he refused to move. “I said come on, Harvey.” Erica felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. Another cold whisper traced her spine.

Erica froze. The feeling that she was being watched consumed her. Out of nothing Harvey gave a deep growl, his hackles rising. His lips pulled back as he bared his teeth.

“Harvey, quiet boy,” Erica called. The dog paid her no mind and continued to growl. “It’s ok. It’s just the wind.” She bent down towards the dog, reaching out to pet its golden fur.

With a deep snarl and a savagery that she had never seen before in the animal, it snapped its jaws shut around her arm, puncturing her flesh. Blood flowed from the wounds, staining the dog’s white teeth red. Shocked, Erica jumped to her feet, the pain yet to fully register in her mind. Grabbing her arm, she looked at the wound. It was hard to see in the darkness. The night air made the blood look black like oil. “Shit!” She growled, turning around hoping to get a better look under the street light she had just passed.

Erica gave another scream, for behind her, close enough for their bodies to touch, stood a man. He wore a long coat, and although he stared at her, the darkness somehow hid his face from view. She could see that he was middle aged, the skin of his face still tight, but beginning to crease as life took its toll. “Christ fuck, you scared me.” Erica gripped her throbbing arm tight while her heart thundered in her chest.

“Forgive me. It was not my intention.” The man spoke with a gracious tone; his voice was gentle with a strange, sexless quality. The pitch was too high for most men, but too deep for it to belong to a woman. He was taller than Erica, standing at least six feet. When he spoke, the only thing Erica noticed was his teeth. They seemed too white, too straight in his mouth.

“It’s fine. You made me jump, that’s all.”

Beside her, Harvey continued to growl. Snapping his bloody jowls, he bit at the night air. “Harvey, shut up!” Erica snapped, whipping the leash that she held against the dog as if she were a coach driver trying to encourage the horses to get moving.

“Quiet,” the man whispered. Harvey stopped barking and sat back down without resistance.

“How did you do that?” Erica asked. She had never seen the man before, and Dermouth was a small town. Everybody knew everybody.

“I understand animals.” His voice had a heavy accent to it, yet his words were not difficult to understand. “You are bleeding,” he said, posing it not as a question, but as a statement. The lack of compassion in his voice was obvious.

“Yes,” Erica stammered. The flow of blood was heavy, but not dangerous. Although, even she understood that a visit to the hospital was where her night was heading.

“That is a shame… it’s such a waste.” The man reached out and stroked her injured arm, his fingers tracing down her arm and over her hand like a lover. His hands were cold, freezing cold. Erica could feel it through the sleeve of her jacket. His touch on the back of her hand seemed to burn.

“What do you mean?” Erica asked, her legs shaking, while her heart increased its already frantic beat.

The mist swirled around them. Erica felt the tremble worsen. The man traced his fingers back up her arms, coating them in her blood. He brought it to his face closing his eyes as he inhaled the scent like a connoisseur. “So fresh,” he moaned. When he opened his eyes they had turned yellow. He smiled at her, and that was when Erica noticed his entire face had contorted. His grin stretched his lips to the point of non-existence. His mouth had changed. The neat, white teeth were gone, replaced with sharp, dark yellow incisors. He licked the blood from his finger and when his eyes settled on Erica, she felt her body tense in panic. Fight or flight.

Turning, Erica fled. She ran as hard as she could.

Dropping Harvey’s leash, she pumped her arms willing her legs to move faster, ignoring the flying droplets of blood that painted the air and her face with flecks of crimson.

The man made no attempt to move. He looked down at the golden retriever which still sat patiently. He stared at the dog, and the dog returned the gaze with an intense loyalty. “Get her,” he whispered.

The moment the words had been uttered, the creature turned and ran after its mistress. Only it was not running to catch up… it was merely running to catch.

batIf you like what you have just read, then please, head on over to Amazon and oneclick for the full novel. It’s over 300 pages of non-stop horror action. Several have even gone as far as to proclaim is the best vampire novel since Salem’s Lot. I take such praise with a lick of salt, as I don’t think I have done enough to warrant such comparisons, but it is always nice to hear.

 

 

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4 thoughts on “Do Not Be Afraid My Children, Your Fear Only Taints the Meat

  1. Sold! That line about her skin was a good one. And the idea of turning your own dog against you… scary. I wouldn’t like to be on the receiving end of a demonic change from my Baxter, that’s for sure!

    1. Our dog is called Zombie, a big lump of a Husky. I wouldn’t want him chasing me down. haha. I am glad you liked the intro Cahterine. I think this is my finest piece to date. Happy New Year to you!

      1. Good to hear, and keep up the good work Alex! Our boy is a Staffordshire Bull Terrier X, a big softie but he has fearsome jaws and a scary voice when he wants to… 😉

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