Prologue: A little sneak peak of Blood Suckers

An excerpt from the actual book for you all to get a sneak peak

“Seems like you’re the one asking for the death wish,” a new voice chimed in. It was young, low and deep with a rhythmic quality to it.

          I spun my head around looking towards the other doorway, the one that led to the inside of the house. What stood there was a boy leaning casually against the door. He was about the age I was before I became this hideous monster, sixteen or seventeen. He had green emerald eyes lit up with some sort of light that I had never seen before. They were mesmerizing and it almost made me forget all the racing thoughts that were set loose in my head. I shook myself out of it preventing myself to smile like some silly love-struck school girl. I didn’t even understand why I was concerned with his eyes than the deadly facts that were going to happen tonight. His hair was just as untamable as the little girl’s was. Unlike hers, though, he had light milk chocolate hair that blended in perfectly with his already per-

          I snapped my eyes shut in frustration shaking my head as I crossed my arms. I had to stop thinking about this one kid’s godly body. I was probably losing my mind from the lack of hunger. What he was and why he was standing by that door couldn’t and wouldn’t bother me. I wouldn’t let it. “I’m already dead if you haven’t noticed,” I growled.

          He gave me a sarcastic, devilish smile. “You’re standing right before us breathing and talking. That doesn’t seem dead to me. And instead of teething and growling at what my uncle did for you, you really should be thanking him. If it was my choice, I would have staked you right then and there.”

          “Who are you anyways?” I asked raising a brow at him. “You don’t even look like you have the nerve to stake my kind.”

          The boy laughed. “You’re looking at the great Louis Briggs here!” He whipped out a crudely made stake. It was probably a broken baseball bat or something close to that.

          My brow only rose higher, if that was possible. My eyes diverted for just a second, seeing the girl’s arms crossed as well, huffing at what the boy said. “If you’re really the great Louis Briggs, stake me,” I challenged. “I really don’t care about living anymore. You’ll be doing me a favor ending my misery sooner rather than later.”

          The boy’s face twitched for just a moment. I doubt he expected me to say anything along the lines on what came out of my mouth. He was hesitant for a second and then began to sprint towards me holding the stake over his head like it was some javelin.

          I sighed, mistake number one.

          He stopped two centimeters from me getting the aim right.

          Mistake number two.

          He plunged it near my ribs and it was nowhere near where my dead heart was.

          Mistake number three.

          I grabbed his wrist firmly, the end of the stake lightly tapping me. “Louis Briggs would never come at me in the form you just displayed,” I said ignoring how is green eyes widened with shock and dismay.

Author's Note

Just a clip for you all to see what's in store for my heroine Stella, the Catholic Vampire. Snaps and Craps

Reviews

[chloe cruz]

Loved it! On to the next chapter... And I love Stella so far!

[Wildecat]

Fabulous my dear FlameDM, really like this story and can't wait to read more so get busy wiht that quill. lol