Two dreams of vampires, so close I cannot remember which came first, kicked off my writing career. I told my husband what I dreamt, embellishing a bit to fill in the transitions so lacking in the dream world. “You need to write a book,” he said. He had started working on one, so why not me? What follows is one of the dreams in written form in honor of the A to Z Blog Challenge V-Day.
Halfway down the second block Margie tripped and very nearly fell over a cable or hose snaking its way across the alley. So much darker here, she thought, as she looked around and saw there were no windows facing this alley at all. Was this the back of the theatre? The next intersection was a little too far away for comfort. Maybe a closer bus stop would be advisable even if she wasn’t familiar with the routes. She looked back toward the well-lit intersection behind her, but saw the large figure of a man silhouetted between her and it. With wide eyes she started as a cat jumped out beside her and raced away down the alley. Margie couldn’t believe someone was that close to her in the alley and she hadn’t heard him at all. She suddenly wished she could high tail it after the cat, but she needed to watch where she was stepping.
She turned her back on the figure as she kept on walking only to hear a low whistling tune that grew alarmingly in volume. Foot steps sounded as if on her heel and she wheeled to confront the man with pepper spray extended not caring how foolish she might look.
His face was inches from hers, and he grasped the wrist of her extended arm pulling it out beside them. “Aw, now little mama, that’s a bit harsh for a meet and eat,” he made a little click-click sound tapping his teeth together and drawing her terrified eyes down to his fangs.
The moment the woman tripped Ridley watched her attacker fairly fly to cut the distance between them in half. Ridley almost growled aloud as the hunter started whistling; the beast clearly enjoyed the woman’s terror. The gravely voice stretched the short distance as her arm was seized mid-air and her other arm was pinned under and behind her as she was jerked against her assailant. A quick two-step turn twirled the poor woman into a shadowy alcove as her partner covered her open mouth with his.
Margie was inhaling to scream at the top of her lungs just as her attacker’s mouth closed over hers and sucked the very breath out of her. It was like getting the wind knocked completely out—her lungs burned but she was unable to draw another breath for the span of several horrifying seconds as her head was yanked back by the hair. She felt her own hot breath exhaled against her neck as she looked over her attacker’s head. And most strangely of all she thought she saw another pair of white eyes in the darkness – blue white eyes as her neck was cut open with excruciating pain and she blissfully lost consciousness.
Copyright 2014 by Kristin King
Kristin King is an author and publisher. Her top sellers are “Unsinkable Vampire” and “Cain’s Coven,” and her latest novel in the Begotten Bloods Series is Death Taint. Her imprint Three Kings Publishing can be found here. Three Kings is a Mom & Pop publisher of Christian writers (not necessarily Christian books).