An apocalyptic vision of a clash between Vampires and Humanity.
An apocalyptic vision of a collision between vampirism and humanity. If you like vampire novels, this is for you.. Rhiannon is a female serial killer that preys upon the men she attracts. After meeting a vampire, she is transformed. She was insane before her transformation, but with her new abilities, her bloodlust grows. The media coverage of her capture, escape and rampage alerts the people of America to the reality of Vampires. Anyone resembling a vampire is caught and tortured, and eventually killed. Every moment is captured by the media and the United States enters a new dark age. In retaliation, Vampires form armies that attack cities, demented individuals offer themselves to the vampire hordes. The dead must be burned immediately or the flaming corpses get up and attack in the initial bloodlust that possesses the newly reborn. Chaos reigns in the land that millions call home, now in The Shadow of Rhiannon.
Excerpt
The L.A. Streets were crowded with people, mostly the refuse of society. Prostitutes scanned traffic for customers, would be Prophets shouted at the crowds about the “Rapture” and the consequences of their sin, and a wide variety of “sinners” stood around and walked the sidewalks. A tall, dark woman made her way through the droves of humanity. She seemed to be searching for something. Her crystal-blue eyes met those of anyone who glanced her way. The intensity of her gaze made some cringe, while intriguing others. Her waist-length black hair that reflected the neon blues, greens, and reds like a dark mirror framed her slender form. She wore a black ankle-length bodysuit and a long velvet coat. Eyes, male and female alike, fell upon her and followed her movement.
Finally, she spotted her quarry and approached him. She remained silent, but her eyes communicated desire. He turned to face her, caught up in her hungry gaze. She touched his face for a few seconds, then turned and walked down a dark alley, casting a long look back over her shoulder. He stood for a moment in a daze, and then snapping back to lucidity, quickly strode to catch up with her. He could barely catch a glimpse of her, and then she was gone again. He stopped and looked about, confused by her mixed message. Suddenly she stood before him, her eyes communicating the same desire. Before he knew what he was doing he stepped forward and pressed his body against hers, his hands roaming over her firm body. She was warm and receptive to his touch and moaned softly into his ear. He became excited and his caresses became rougher. Rhiannon reached outward with her right arm and a serrated hooked blade shot out of its sheath and into her hand. She quickly sank the blade into his lower abdomen and ripped it upward, slicing him from groin to sternum.
Before he could scream, she sliced through his throat with one deft movement and he gurgled weakly on his own blood, falling to the concrete pavement of the alley and rolling onto his back. Rhiannon straddled the dying man and dipped her lips into his slashed throat, yanking his head back with her left hand. She loved the flavour of blood and drank it deeply as it poured from the wound.
As darkness gave way to light the city awakened. An older woman opened her window and stepped out onto the fire escape to hang some pantyhose out to dry. In the alley below she spotted the form of a very dead man lying in a pool of sticky blood. Her screams alerted the other neighbours in her building and they, one by one, opened their windows to see what was going on. Soon the area was swarming with officers.
The serial killer had struck again.
