If you want you Vampires with teeth, not sparkly, this one is for you
Hooker, heroin addict, victim, Lucinda Taylor lived her life at the mercy of evil men. After her pimp leaves her for dead she is turned by a passing vampire. Satan's plan for the undead is to spread like a plague, striking at the innocents of the world and turning them toward evil. When Lucinda's master is destroyed she becomes a free agent. Now she has the power, and she uses it to strike back at the evil men who tormented her in life, while making sure that they do not rise again.
Crime boss George Padillas is dying of cancer. His power and money make no difference to the merciless disease. His choices for the afterlife unappealing, Padillas decides that the unlife of a vampire is the best way out. He has a plan, using as his instrument the priest who is chasing Lucinda, to become a free agent vampire.
Lucinda must avoid the attentions of the FBI agent, the priest, the ancient vampire, and the one she killed who rose again, in her quest to take down the crime boss of sunny Tampa. While at the same time controlling the vampire Hunger that pushes her toward evil.
Vampires in the tradition of Bram Stoker, merciless killers whose function is to feed, and feed again, The Hunger is a different take on the vampire genre. Warning: Strong language, violence, and sexual situations.
“What the hell are you?” he screamed as the weapon clicked on the empty chamber. He reached frantically into his jacket, trying to fumble another magazine, then tried to ram it home. But as his hands shook the new magazine refused to go where the old one still resided.
Lucinda took off in a sprint toward the man, moving faster than humanly possible, faster than the swiftest sprinter. She lowered her shoulder and took Carlos in the ribs, feeling the bones crack as she lifted him into the air. The man struck his right shoulder and arm against the wall, grunting out his breath. Lucinda was past him and into the living room as he slid down the wall to the floor, the machine pistol falling from nerveless fingers as consciousness fled.
Lucinda pivoted on her right foot, turning toward the family room, as more bullets whizzed past her, the sound of cracking plaster and breaking porcelain sounding to her sensitive ears. One large man, with the mass of a football player, came straight at her from the glass doors, lowering his shoulders and reaching his arms out into a classic tackle. Lucinda leapt into the air and brushed the ceiling as she flew over his form, which was falling to the floor after not meeting the resistance it had been preparing itself for. The vampire did a turn in the air, as she thanked herself for the gymnastics lessons her mom had insisted that she take, and landed lightly on her feet.
She could sense that the door before her was locked, and she didn’t have the key. So going into a crouch and out again she sprung toward the double doors and crashed through the glass, leaving jagged hanging splinters behind her. Women screamed as she propelled her naked form across the flagstones. One man dropped his drink and made a grab for her, but a strong backhand lifted him from his feet and into the pool. By the time he hit the water with a splash Lucinda was speeding across the grass lawn, reveling in the cool passage of the night air over her bare skin.
From ten feet out she went into a quick crouch and sprung into the air, her feet clearing the ten-foot privacy fence as more rounds cracked past her. Dogs barked at her as they struggled to catch her and were thwarted by the fence. Her feet hit lightly onto the grass of another lawn and she sprang ahead, swerving to avoid another large dog that was coming at her across the lawn.
Lucinda leapt into the air again, spreading her arms as she arched up to twenty feet. She willed the transformation again, feeling her limbs shorten and the fur thrust out through her skin. She gave a screech to the night as she flapped her wings and disappeared into the darkness.