Hrmmm… if you know me, you know how much I hate vampires, werewolves, and zombies. Can’t stand them these days, but that’s because they’ve oversaturated my interests, or they’ve ruined my interest (keep in mind, I grew up reading “Salem’s Lot” and watching “American Werewolf in London”). But a few weeks ago, I suddenly had three pretty good ideas for vampire stories.
My vampires… they aren’t angst-filled teenagers who never actually do anything except pine for whomever they are in love with. I’m a bit old school when it comes to Vampires. Stay tuned for more chapters =).
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“Sir,” Manfred said, poking his head around the doorway into the library. “Davis is here to see you.”
“Davis?” I asked, looking up from the history volume I’d been engrossed in.
“Yes, sir. He states that he is in distress and must speak to you right away.”
“Very well,” I said, closing the cover of the thick tome and laying it on the small end table next to my chair. “Show him in, please.”
“Sir…” Manfred trailed off, looking a bit out of sorts. It was unusual for him.
I gave him a questioning look, but he shrugged his shoulders then disappeared. Less than a minute later, Davis walked into the library.
“Davis,” I said warmly. I stood up and took a step toward my old friend.
“Stay back, Elian,” he said, reaching into his coat pocket.