Vampire - Gemma Grovner

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An Original Work

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Summary

Again...still working on it.

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Yes...I have a vampire story...I'd like to think it'll be different. I mean, it's a bit of a vampire mob type thing and I have a whole hierarchy worked up that I don't think I've come across before for made vs. born vampires and so on.... Oh, and these vampires like hot sauce. 

We'll see. 

And for not liking First Person PoV....here's another one written in First Person PoV...at least, at this point it is. We'll see if that lasts.

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Opening Excerpt

His eyes were black. Really. Not the super dark brown that looks black or the metaphorical black that you see in crazy hyperbolized romance fiction.

Black.

Total blackhole-level darkness stared out at me from under his furrowed brow when I got home that evening. I couldn't even make out his lids or the whites of his eyes in shadow.

My only reaction was to tense. I couldn't help it. No flight, no fight; just every muscle in my body tensing, freezing. I don't think I could have moved even if I'd wanted to. I can't even say if it was in fear or not. My hands clenched at my sides so tightly that my keys left a bruised impression that lasted for days.

And I stared.

And I wondered what I had invited into my home.

But really, I suppose that's jumping ahead a little. And I suppose a better place to start would be to jump back to Carlotta's.

The home of the spiciest BBQ sauce in the city or, as she claims, the country. Her baby-backs are hot enough to make the most fearless barbeque connoisseurs weep and her wings pack on the heat the level above that, making the most exuberant hot sauce lovers go red enough you'd think they could breathe fire. Grown men cry—and then ask for seconds. I've never tried either of them. I won't deny it. I don't have a death wish.

But people come. It's one of the most popular places this side of the city. No matter what day of the week, what time of the day (or night) the traffic in is steady.

Oh, and did I mention that five days a week it's practically a 24 hour dive?

Really, that's how this all started.     

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