Justine: Into the Blood
Book One, Blood and Passion Series
Excerpt
“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.
“Rise!”
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.
“Drink!”
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
reply…”
Meet the Author
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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.
AWARDS:
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Festival of Words 2014
Best Horror: The House on
Blackstone Moor and
Best Villain: Eco
Top 10 Books - 2013
Aoife Marie Sheridan - ALL
THINGS FANTASY
Publisher, Ultimate
Fantasy Books
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