Blood drip from my forehead but it was not mine, his body laid spread across before me his name I did not know or cared to have known, what he had was more important then knowing who he was. My mind race with thoughts I knew more then that I knew more then anything .I held his lifeless body in my arms my teeth slowly touching his neck. A thousand feelings were going through me a thousand thoughts flowing through me . My teeth slowly dipping into his skin, I tasted the blood of the unknown man and I liked it ,I wanted more, his blood was mine now it was part of me .It made me stronger and better then who I was ,now it was part of my blood .I wanted too yell or scream too say aloud that I then have arrived here I am the newest blood sucker behold, behold.in time then it was like a new beginning for me and it too made me a better person before I was weak always coughing having others take care of me . But then that I'm not that person any longer indeed now I was in fact a vampire blood was my food blood was my life before I too would not hurt a flea but now I had no choice if I need be then I kill a thousand fleas. Blood then too is now my salvation, then my life my liberty . Blood .
Grab those side-irons, saddle up and join former Civil War sharpshooter Luther Henry for a ride into pure terror, western-style…think ‘Wild Wild West’ meets ‘The X-Files’.
The fortunate inherit riches, prestige, positive notoriety. Those not so lucky bear legacies filled with poverty, infamy or, worse yet, the unhinged insanity and murderous urges of their ancestors.
Pray for the light. Pray that you last that long. The Long Hour Before Light is a classic collection of Horror tales, re-mastered by Champagne Book Group