My short vampire romance releases today. It was fun returning to this short story that was published so long ago, by a long-dead publisher. I had forgotten several stories and novellas until I found them on an old USB. So I decided to clean them up, revise a bit, and republish. They were in the old .lit format so I converted them to docx --what a mess! I have to admit, working on Ritual of Fire and Ice, and on the next vampire novella, Blood Enchantment, was absorbing and took my mind off the current pandemic for hours each day.
“Why didn’t we know about this?” Rhylee asked, fingering her waist-length ash brown braid. Her pretty face was hard and sullen with this latest news, dark blue eyes shadowed.
“Well with all the hype about the Mayan calendar, Ragnarök, the warnings of Giuseppe, and the prophecies of the Coven of The Dark Night, there were so many distractions we missed the true prophecy.” Mr. Farley had the courtesy to look embarrassed and pushed up his wireframes.
“Now, about the blood bond. I didn't know if you wanted to use a knife, or do it the more fangy way—”
“What?” Talon exploded.
“Blood bond,” Mr. Farley said. “You need to taste each other's blood. Just a little taste.” He spoke matter-of-factly.
“Rhylee! We can't do this! This is just wrong, on so many levels!” Talon spoke in a near panicked tone, backing toward the door. “You've got to stop this. It's crazy.” He slammed out the door.
“It is part of the sacrifice. Mutual blood sharing….” Mr. Farley pushed up his wire glasses.
“Oh, this just keeps getting better!” Talon slammed out of the house. He, being half-vampire, had weathered the fight two days ago with only a few superficial cuts, and moved quickly.