Today is also my fourth blogfest in a row and the eighth this month! The No Fear Blogfest is hosted by the wonderful Dominic de Mattos at Writes of Passage and to take part you need to 'Post a passage in which your MC (or your favourite fictional character) shows their bravery. It might be in the face of physical danger, or peer pressure or personal sacrifice. It might be epic bravery or bravery that goes unnoticed by anyone but us, your devoted readers.' To read other entries, full details, and how to sign up, click here.
The extract Ive chosen is from my short story Luna Black, which appears in Pill Hill Press's Fem-Fangs anthology.
The MC Tessa Darksky (Melissa) has asked a close friend, Victory Dead, to arrange a meeting with a vampire. She's hoping to persuade the vampire to bite her boyfriend, so that she can claim an £1 million pound vampire insurance policy. They've met in the local museum and have gone to Luna Black's private office. Tessa must tell Luna what it is she wants but can she trust her?
“What are you scared of Melissa?” Luna asked, as if reading my thoughts. Her smile was unnerving.
“That you’ll drink my blood and leave me for dead.”
She laughed. Not the hard laugh of someone mocking another, but sweet and soft, like my mothers.
“And what is it you want from a vampire?”
So I told her my plan, and how I had asked for Victory Dead’s help, minus the details of the insurance policy payout. I doubted vampires had any real need for money, but the office did not look a cheap rental.
She stood a few feet away from me, watching. She listened to every word and didn’t deviate her stare for a second. When I finished she walked a little closer, and took one of my hands and placed it in hers. The coolness of her touch was soothing, and I could feel my heartbeat begin to relax. I was right - vampires were hypnotic.
“My sweet, Melissa. I cannot do it.”
“Oh . . .” was my pathetic reply.
“I cannot sire men. But I can help you.”
“Have you not thought yourself of crossing over?”
Her other hand reached up and skimmed my cheek again, before gliding down the side of my neck. I wanted to scream. And run. But I was mesmerized. Our eyes were locked together in an eternal stare.
“No . . .I mean I’ve heard it’s painful. And I don’t like blood. Faint and all that. God. I suppose its poor taste to talk about blood in front of a vampire?”
Taste? Could I have said anything worse?
“Look. I’m really sorry to have wasted your time, Luna. But . . .”
The fingers of her hand pushed against my lips to silence me and then ran back the collar of my jacket. As she reached forward and her teeth met the side of my neck, my senses heightened and terror was replaced with a feeling of pleasure so overwhelming I could barely stand. Just before she bit into my neck, she uttered these words . . . “I’ll take forty per cent of the insurance payout as my fee.”
So what did you think? Would you have met with a vampire this way? Was Tessa brave, naïve or just plain greedy?