The First Three Chapters of Earthwalker- Earth can be Hell for a VAMPIRE
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I would like to dedicate this book to my wonderful children, without whose support I couldn’t have done this. They are the light of my life. I would also like to dedicate [...]
Then she noticed a dark form standing just outside of the sliding glass door. Its eyes glowed red. She screamed and dropped the glass to the floor. A shard of glass bounced up and cut into her leg. Blood flowed from the wound. Paul slid the door open and walked in. His eyes were now their normal blue color. But something wasn’t right with him. He stared right through her. Then he saw the blood dripping down her leg. For the first time since she’d gotten to know him, she felt fear. Willa looked down at the glass on the floor. There was a good sized piece she could use to defend herself if she could get it in time. But Paul was next to her in an instant. He looked into her eyes as he bent over. Then he put a finger to the blood on her leg and lifted it to his lips.
“Just one taste,” he said. He put the finger to his tongue and closed his eyes. Willa held as still as she could. Paul seemed to savor the taste. After moments had passed he opened his eyes. They glowed red again.
“Paul?”
“Shhh,” he quieted her by putting his hand gently over her mouth. Her heart was doing double flips. Sweat made a sheen over her entire body. She could smell her own fear.
“Don’t be afraid,” said Paul.
He said it so calmly, she remembered thinking, although she was past thought at this point. She was going on pure instinct, and it was telling her to run. But she couldn’t move a muscle. Paul removed his hand from her mouth, still looking into her eyes. It was as if he were staring straight through to her soul.
That night, as they slept, Paul twisted and turned in the sheets. He saw a young boy; another student of his: Damien. They were feasting on rat’s blood together. Paul loathed rats. They didn’t even have that much blood in their veins. Besides, they gave him the creeps. Yet the two of them were bloodthirsty. [...]