Justine: Into the Blood
Book One, Blood and Passion Series
“The blackness turned to shadows and from within those shadows, I saw figures. They might have been my parents. I called out to them but then felt myself drifting away—slowly at first, then more quickly. I clearly heard the shouts and cries of the damned. Was I bound for hell? I don’t think I cared.
And then I heard a voice; quite distinct it was, too. Someone was calling me forth.
A man’s voice, rich and deep sounding. At first I thought it was the count. . . I
might have even called out Oriani’s name. There was no answer though, just words spoken that sounded strange.
“Enter the darkness and live again!”
Soft murmuring ensued. Muffled voices and whispers, voices saying things I
could not understand.
Believing the offering to be water, I obeyed. But then I smelled it and turned
away. “Please, no!”
Was it wine? If so, it smelled awful.
“You must drink. . . ”
I looked to see someone’s wrist, from which blood poured forth. I gasped as it
was held over my mouth. The blood splashed down on me and still, I would not open my mouth.
“She is sinking fast. . . ”
“Open your mouth and drink!”
I obeyed because the man’s tone was pleading. He looked so sad and impassioned.
“It is the only thing that will bring you back!”
I opened my mouth to receive his blood and become what he wished me to be. What it was my destiny to become—a Vampire, a blood-imbibing creature of the night, a cursed being condemned to feed like the Vampire bat. I would call shadows home, along with night. Sun would become my enemy.
I had visions of people I neither knew nor recognized. They weren’t my memories, of that I was certain.
“The things you see come from my living life for it is my blood you drink.”
I tried to understand but it was so difficult. Something struck me. It felt like a
hard stinging slap, but I did not cry out. I heard the sound of another slap and
the cry of a woman following it. Scuffling accompanied those sounds, as well as a warning: “Leave her alone or I will tear you apart.”
Finally, I regained my senses and looked about. I lay in a dimly lit, cavernous
room. The light within came from flickering candles. The shadows frightened me, and the smell of damp and dust threatened to overpower me.
I saw her then; a woman with disheveled hair glared at me before rushing away.
I was certain she was the one that had slapped me. I tried to lunge at her! As weak as I still was, I tried, for I brimmed with rage and loathing. The man held me down. “Let me look into your eyes.” He nodded sadly after he did. “I don’t know how you were before, but now you are the Devil’s own. Some return different with Hell’s taint upon them. I fear you are one of those. . . ”
I had passed into the blood. The being that once was Justine Bodeau had ceased to exist. In her place stood a raging Vampire. Wantonness and hatred replaced my soul. Whatever I had been, I would be no more.
They say I slept for days; not sleep as I had known it but the deep, nearly fathomless sleep of the Vampire. When I woke, I was alone but for a man sitting near me. As he had his back to me, I could not see his face. He turned suddenly, as if he sensed me looking at him. He was the man whose blood I had drunk.
“I am Gascoyne,” he said. “I am called the Vampire Prince of Paris.”
When I made no reply, he asked me my name. “I am called Justine,” was my
Meet the Author
Carole writes all sorts of horror. Her latest book, Circus of Horrors will be released shortly. It was inspired by some characters depicted in the House of Horrors Anthology.
Justine: Into The Blood Book One - Blood and Passion Series has just been released. There is a second novel following that and a third.
She is the author of the acclaimed Blackstone Vampires Series.
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