Title: Until Death Do Us Part
Author: James Fuller
Genre: Paranormal Erotica
Release Date: “middle” of July
Synopsis: What was supposed to be a lustful night of passion and sinful, sexual thrill
turned bloody in a way he could never have imagined, revealing a predator that plagued
the night and feasted on the living...
Fueled by the bleakest of hope and the haunting images of the past, Conner cleaves a
path of retribution through the midnight world of vampires; dangling his morals and life
in the balance to retain what little he has left of his former self, praying each step will
bring him closer to finding ‘her’ and the one that took everything from him...
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Teaser
Conner sat in a dimly lit corner of the small run down hotel room, the old
faded seventies floral papered walls casting shadows across his rugged unshaven
features. He inhaled deeply off his cigarette and for a moment the sensation of
warm favoured smoke rolling down into his lungs was all he cared about, all else
ceased for that briefest of time and he wished that moment could last forever but
it wouldn’t. He placed the cigarette in the grimy, glass ashtray upon the cheap,
scratched up pinewood table beside him and exhaled two streams of thick smoke
from his nostrils.
The wooden chair made a creaking noise as his weight shifted back and he
pulled a worn photograph from his leather coat pocket. He stared down at it for
a long time lost in a better place. His fingers slowly ran over the creases and torn
edges that had marred it with time. It was the last good picture he had left and he
knew he should have it framed and safe from the damage it would be forced to
endure on his person, but he couldn’t, he needed it close to him so.
He returned the picture and glanced over at the two naked women in bed,
their slender, tanned bodies still sleek with the sweat of love making. He chided
himself with a shake of his head, no he would not try and fool himself, what they
had done had not been ‘love making’ it had been sex, plain and simple. An act of
lustful desires with a hidden purpose on both sides, yet he would not deny the
pleasure he had taken from it.
He closed his eyes taking another drag off his cigarette as flashes of their
eager, firm bodies against his ran rampant through his mind; their exploring
hands caressing not only the hardness of his body but the voluptuous curves of
each other’s willing to discover all the pleasures that could be had. He could still
feel their hungry mouths upon him, silken lips tasting every forbidden place and
trying to find more.
Meaningless sex was about the only pleasure he knew anymore. The
thought reminded him of a deep grievous memory and the real reason he was
here now in this room, waiting, because of a girl just like one of them.
Conner watched their slow breathing and knew it would be hours still
before either would wake. The drug he had added to their last drink would ensure
that much. He couldn’t have them waking up before tonight’s exploit was done,
he wanted no harm to come to them if it could be avoided. This wasn’t their fault,
they were only pones in a sick and dark game.
He knew what they were and who they worked for just as they had known
exactly who he had been. He was the reason they had been in that filthy dive bar
to begin with. Girls of their caliber didn’t go to places like that without instruction.
It was why they had come so easily to him flashing him their seductive smiles with
batting eyelashes and playful touches that promised of sinful delights. They had
thought they had him baited but it was really he who had beguiled them into this
room.
He pulled the Colt .45 from the holster at his side and popped the chamber
open pulling out one of his hand crafted bullets. He ran a rough finger over the
smooth surface of the soft hawthorn wood tip. He uses hawthorn because it was
pliable and upon impact it broke apart allowing the potent herb, Vervain to be
released into the blood stream. A shot to the heart was fatal, anywhere else just
wounded and slowed the vile creatures he hunted. A shot to the head would
bring them down and incapacitate them for an hour or more but unless the heart
was destroyed or body burned to ash there was no stopping them. But there was
one element that gave Conner an edge, the sun was fatal to these creature of the
night. It was something he exploited as often as he could, but when he needed
them to come to him he had to play during their hours.
He slid the bullet back into the chamber and flicked it closed reaching for
his cigarette again the gun resting ready on his lap. How long would he have to
wait he wondered as he took a long slow drag, not much longer he was sure. They
were never patient despite their immortal existence, and neither was he.
His eyes lingered back to the stunning display of exposed flesh upon the
old hotel bed. He had seen the scars, and the scarlet rims around their eyes, they
were damphyr’s, used for daylight tasks and to feed upon when other pray was in
short supply. Bonded dutiful to whoever had compelled them. The thought made
him sick to his stomach and he gripped the revolver tighter, he could save them
tonight... he would save them from the nightmare.
The sound of footsteps outside in the hallway was dulled only slightly by
the paper thin walls of the hotel and drew his attention from the girls back to the
door and its tarnished Victorian style handle and hinges. He threaded a silencer
onto the well oiled barrel of his gun and pointed it at the door his heart pounding
faster as anticipation grew.
The footsteps stop and a dark shadow loomed between the small space
between the door and the seventies faded carpet. Suddenly the door burst in,
splintering off the wooden frame like it was paper and crashing to the floor.
“You’re a dead man Conner!” A deep voice bellowed and a bulky, dark
skinned man with long, braided black hair stepped into the room. His eyes
seethed with an unnatural glow and the muscles in his face twitched in rage as
two long fangs protruded from his upper jaw.
The man stopped and looked down at the two girls passed out on the bed.
“Useless bitches where is he!” He hissed.
“Right here ugly.” Conner pulled the trigger and the bullet slammed into
the big man’s chest just missing his heart by a fingers width.
The large vampire stumbled back growling like a feral beast, the wound
hissed and blistered as the Vervain burned him from within. The dark skinned
man glared at him with pained hatred. “You’re going to pay for that human!”
Conner let two more shots free, they tore into his chest before the vampire
had a chance to use its unpredictable speed and strength against him. The
creature crashed into the back wall and slumped to the floor its face twisting in
violent agony as the bullets did their nasty deed.
Conner stood over the thrashing vampire. “Who sent you?”
“Fuck you!” He hissed bitterly clawing at the three bullet holes trying to
tear out the segmented pieces and powdered herb as it seared his insides.
“Tell me who sent you and where they are hiding and I will end your
miserable suffering.”
“I’m not telling you shit Conner!” He grimaced as he plucked a wooden chip
out.
“You’ll tear your whole chest cavity out before you get them all and then I’ll
just put three more back in you. So how about you do yourself a favour and tell
me what I want to know.”
“You might as well just kill me because I’ll tell you nothing.”
Conner’s smiled coldly. “I think you will.” He fired twice more the bullets
blew through the vampire’s knees and the side of his revolver smashed against
its jaw silencing the howls of anguish that erupted. “Let’s try this again. Who sent
you?”
The vampire’s eyes burned with a deep, bitter resentment. “You already
fucking know who! Why else would you be here.”
The words hit him harder then he cared to admit even though he had
suspected them as much. “Where is she?”
The man smiled up at him weakly. “I can hear your heart pounding, you
scared Conner?” he chuckled callously. “You should be, but don’t you worry; she’ll
find you when she is ready too.”
Conner fired the last bullet into the vampire’s heart and watched its
eyes nearly bulge from his head before they closed forever. He stood back and
watched dutiful as the body quickly began to shrivel and flake away into chips and
dust until nothing was left but a pile of broken, black ash.
He moved over to the bed and rolled both girls onto their backs. He lifted
the redhead’s eye lids and was glad to see the thin scarlet rim that surrounded
the pupil was fading. He lifted the blondes and cursed, the rim remained meaning
the vampire he had just killed hadn’t been the one to compel her.
He quickly replaced the bullets in his revolver in case he needed them
fearing the other vampire would come to join him at any moment. He had learned
the hard way once before of not staying prepared and it had almost cost him his
life. The empty casings he pocketed and would refill later.
Conner looked down at the girls. He couldn’t leave them here, the one
would go back to her master and if they didn’t kill her for failing she just be back
out doing their bidding. The other when she woke would be scared and confused
and likely get herself locked up in a mental hospital if she tried to tell anyone or
worse. Neither deserved such a fate.
James Fuller has enjoyed the fine art of writing for many years now, he‘s
been busy with many on the go book projects lately as he‘s extended his writing from
fantasy fiction to also writing a short story anthology as well as an up and coming zombie
apocalypse. His popularity has grown not only locally but online through Facebook
where he runs his author’s page which is constantly growing as he hosts contests and
give-aways daily.
James has an absolute passion for his characters and unique twisted plots with his
detailed writing skills that really brings his books to life and makes his characters and
their journeys so favourable. As an author he also goes above and beyond when it comes
to writing battle scenes, the intricate design and explanations of fighting, not only in
swordplay but also in tactics is one of James incredible expertise in which he delights in.
When James isn’t on his computer writing the third instalment of the Fall Of A King
series “The Bastard King: Birthright“, he enjoys recreational activities such a camping,
fishing, hiking, and archery. Along with being an adventurous outdoors man James also
spends many of his hours in a day as a devoted husband and father.
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