Thanks for listening. Have a great Christmas. And if you want to support me you can find this short story everywhere from Amazon, to Nook, to Apple, wherever you get your ebooks it should be there.
Kill for me. A terrifying request, but Gavin will take this request and do his best to complete it. He will suffer. He will reach the edge of his sanity. He will live in pain. But he will do all he can do to protect the people and the town he loves.
This story is now available at these locations: books2read.com.
Some of the new locations are Apple, Nook, and Kobo.
*About to get gruesome and there is going to be some language.
I don’t write love stories. Just a warning.*
“That might be nice this year. A genuine real Christmas tree,” she replied, thinking of her youth and all the good times she had around them as a child. She slowed her truck to a crawl and turned off the road and onto the one Gavin had made, which was partially covered in white but still visible.
She came to a stop when she reached the small gravel parking lot. She looked over at the trees, highlighted by the lights, looking magical covered in a thin layer of snow. She turned off the truck and climbed out of the cab. She held her coat tight as she made her way over to the fence, eyes scanning the trees and the surrounding area.
“Hello?” She asked. The place was spooky quiet, almost too quiet as the saying goes. “I’d like to buy a tree.” She reached out and caressed one of the branches, feeling its silky pine needles and the coldness of the snow.
Gavin woke up inside the house when he heard Rusty’s voice. He was now smelling of urine and feces and of many days unbathed. He had a scraggly beard, unwashed hair that was starting to fall out, and sores covering various parts of his body. He hadn’t eaten in a day, hunger no longer an issue. He pulled himself up off the floor and made his way over to the peep hole and looked out at the young woman standing near the trees. Another out of towner, which was once again good. He picked up his shotgun and loaded it, not caring anymore if anyone heard the shots or not. In fact, he kind of hoped someone would. That would at least end this nightmare. But he was still a part of it and knew deep down that he would have to see it all the way to the end. So, he gripped the handle and without a pause, yanked the door open. He didn’t have a lot of strength left for running so he hoped the surprise approach would allow him enough time to blast her head off before she bolted for the truck.
Rusty looked up at the door when it opened and was shocked to see a man standing there, because he didn’t look like a man at all. He was a human zombie from head to toe. But just as her mind tried to process this gruesome sight, she saw the gun pointed right at her head. Instincts saved her life as it kicked in and caused her to duck when the shotgun blasted. The bullet blew out the window on the driver’s side of her truck, shattering glass in all directions. She wasted no time and started to make a run for it, but something grabbed her, grabbed her hard. She looked down at her arm and saw that one of the trees had wrapped a branch around her wrist and it wasn’t letting her go. While she struggled with the branch, she moved her eyes up to the house and the man in the doorway, but he wasn’t there.
Where was he?
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Creature of the dark
Figure in the deepest night
A Christmas savior
New short story available:
A vampire who uses his vampiric skills to bring joy to those in need during the holiday season.
Find it at these places:
Kindle for 99 cents:
I have the story on the two sites below, but they are waiting publication. I’m not sure it will ever work with Nook, I keep having issues there. Kobo is in the process of publishing it as I write. I’ll update once it becomes available on either site.
Nook for 99 cents
Kobo for 99 cents
The cool thing about this next one is that it is completely free. You can leave me a dollar tip if you want to, but that’s up to you. Read it here, enjoy it all you want at no cost.
If all goes according to plan. I hope to sell a few more books through these sites. I’m also looking at Apple as well. So, be on the lookout for other places besides Kindle to purchase and read my stories. Thanks for reading, thanks for following.
Excerpt from A Vampire at Christmas:
The tomb was silent. A large coffin, large enough to fit a human male of about six foot five, black in design, kind of rectangle, plain and basic, sat in one corner of this tomb. The floors of the tomb were made of a soft brown dirt. The walls and ceiling were made of grey concrete, streaked with dark spots of dampness. It smelled of must and of things closed up in a tight Earthly space. There was a large door that protected this vampire from the intrusions of the outside world. This door was solid thick granite, something only a vampire could move. Scattered on the walls were small pictures in gold frames. These pictures reflected a life of a vampire through the ages, a lot of ages to be exact. He had been alive for centuries, haunting, roaming the Earth like a ghost; but he never tired of his vampire existence. He loved it.
Today was a very special day for him, because today was December the 24th. It was almost Christmas in the mortal world. His favorite time of the year.
This vampire had put up a tree in one corner of this tomb, and found a way with his cunning ingenuity to have it light up and flash while he slept or admired it. The tree splashed its holiday colors, reds, greens, and blues all over the coffin and the drab surroundings of the room. There were no ornaments on this tree, no tinsel, no garland of any kind, just lights wrapped deep inside the evergreen. The coffin was decorated with thick silver tinsel, and it draped and wrapped itself around this orifice of death like a shiny snake, reflecting the light of the tree. This vampire dared not play Christmas music because he might draw attention to himself. People might discover his hiding place if they heard music playing up from somewhere deep in the Earth, no matter how far into the woods he had made his lair. The tree and the decorated coffin were more than enough to keep him in a Christmas mood.