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Julienne Holmes
Category:
Romance
Publisher: Createspace
ISBN-10: 1502330733
Type: Fiction
Pages: 232
Copyright: Sep 9, 2014
ISBN-13: 9781502330734
Price: $2.99 (eBook)
This book is part of a series, that I'm planning on writing.
It starts with a body, disappearing from the morgue: It's just another night for Homicide detective Genevieve Freemen. Yet, the only problem is, that her whole night is about to be turned upside down. It starts with a body, disappearing from the morgue... When Genevieve thought that matters couldn't get any more strange, or, for that matter, worse, her whole world takes a turn from rational to irrational in just one horrifying night. If her life couldn't get anymore complicated, Genevieve then meets Cirpian Alexandru; a handsome Romanian, whose past is about to drag Genevieve into a world of darkness. Is it possible that story book monsters do exist? Or is there a reasonable explanation for the strange occurrences happening around her? Who can she trust? Who's not, who they seem? For all her unanswered questions to be answered, Genevieve will have to figure everything out; before it's too late for herself and the people she loves....
Excerpt
Prologue
Romania
(An unreported time—possibly in the 200 BC era)
As the sun glistened off of his blood soaked sword, his gaze wandered over all the grotesquely mutilated bodies that laid before him. It was the sight and smell of all that blood, that had his stomach instinctively lurching. The ground reeked with decay, brought on by the unforgiving sun beating down upon his already blistering red flesh. Yet, he didn't know if the rawness of his flesh was all too blame on the hot sun. Or, if it was the blood from not just his men, but these ungodly creatures that dyed the color of his fair skin. Nevertheless, it was disconcerting.
Granted, he should have been used to this monstrous act of brutality. For he'd been in war for years. Since he was a young lad, able to wield a blade, he had fought horrible battles; but none so horrible as this slaughter—a massacre brought on by the undead.
It had been found out, that the only way to kill these creatures was to decapitate them. Yet, this observation had come too late to save his men. All his men laid butchered or, worse, turned into the very monsters they were fighting. He stood, alone, on a hellish battle field, with no one to help him.
As he brought his sword, once again, up, and decapitated, yet, another monstrous creature, he felt the blood of this one soak through his armor. If it wasn't bad enough that this extra crimson color had already mixed itself in with the rest of the blood on him, successfully making his skin darker, the blood now had crusted, like the other, to his skin – it was like a second skin, the way this blood molded itself to his hot flesh. He did not just reek from the stench of these creatures' blood, but he looked as horrible as the monsters themselves. Before the remaining monsters even made a move to attack him, they had instinctively cringed away from him – none too sure, if they were actually interested in his blood.
He had just decapitated another monster, who oddly resembled one of his men, when he felt this sudden excruciating pain in his side. If not for this instant draining sensation, he would have ignored the horrible pain and continued on with his barbaric escapade. Yet, it was that very draining, that had his strength quickly depleting and this looming sense of death rearing it's head.
It took him hastily swiveling around, and seeing this monster standing behind him, that had him knowing, just from the wicked smirk on the creature's face, that it had gotten in a cheap blow. Yet, before the ugly bastard even had time to gloat over it's cheap victory, he, growling, angrily decapitated his enemy.
It was after the creature had dissolved in front of his eyes, that he again felt this excruciating infliction.
Glancing down at his side, he noticed the violent wound. He knew just from how his blood was pouring out of him, and that continued draining feeling, that death was not but a close second behind. He would be as dead as most of his men, in a few seconds...
But not before he took as many of these creatures with him.
Tightening his grip on his sword, he turned to take on the hundreds upon hundreds of undead that still laid before him.
It seemed like a hopeless feat. No sooner had he taken off one head, was another in its place.
Yet, he reasoned that as long as he still had life in him, he would be able to fight until his very last breathe. And by how quick his strength was passing, he hadn't long yet.
It was his determination, that had him surprised at the sudden halt in the fighting. While he was all too ready to butcher every single one of the monsters in front of him, they had suddenly stopped charging him. For that brief moment, it seemed as if these creatures were uninterested in him. Yet, he knew that their disinterest would not last. It was that very thirst in their eyes, for the blood draining out of him, that alerted him of how much they truly wanted to pounce on him – the reason they weren't doing so at that moment was beyond him. Presently their attention was drawn away from whatever it was that they were fixated on. Yet, the moment they were no longer fixated on whatever it was, they would deal with him.
As he continued to wearily watch them, he noticed how they all were hungrily licking their lips as they stared at whatever it was that had their attention. They hadn't halted in their bloodthirsty escapade, because of want. They ceased because of someone or somethings, late, arrival on this horrible battlefield. Adverting his attention away from them, he turned to look at who or what these monsters were staring at.
It was then, when this late arrival stepped into the late afternoon sun light, that he saw him.
As a young lad, he would have felt nothing but unbelievable excitement at just the mere sight of him. Yet, now all he felt was this indescribable hateful resentment, for what this person had become to him.
Swallowing down his revulsion, he said, “So..., it's you...”
“It's me, brother.”
“We are not brothers...” he spit out the last, along with the blood forming in his throat.
“You use to say that we were...Do you not remember, my sweet...”
“I remember nothing...Just like you remember nothing...!”
The whole time they had talked, the monstrous man before him had seemed coldly stoic, but when he had said the last statement, he saw a flash of fury, in his red, rimmed, eyes. Yet, no sooner had that anger come, did it just as quickly melt away.
“Join us..., brother.”
It was that anger he had toward the snake in front of him, that had him raising his sword for one last stance against this ungodly evil.
Letting out a bellowing growl, he rushed towards the viper who had brought this upon him and all mankind, “Never!!!”
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