A Vampire Novel: Reach Before Dawn: Inspired by a true story (A Dark And Seductive Horror Story) by Camden McInnis Page B
Authors: Camden McInnis
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someone standing a mere 4 feet in front of him.
"How ya doin' there, partner," said the stranger with an odd draw to his voice. He sounded like he was from Texas but had been raised by Russian emigrants. Carl immediately drew down on him.
"What the fuck are you doing in here?" Carl shouted. As much as he wished that he was in control of the situation, he was practically shitting his pants. Also, like most gun owners, Carl had never fired on a live target before.
The stranger gave him a cock-eyed smile.
"Well, it was awful bright outside earlier today, and me and my family needed a nice dark place to rest up. We didn't think you'd mind us using your basement. You don't mind, right?"
The stranger took a step towards Carl. He panicked and pulled the .38's trigger. He doubted the police would give him much shit for killing the guy. After all, he was inside Carl's home uninvited. The bullet hit dead center and jerked the stranger back a couple of feet. A flower-like bloom of blood spread across the stranger's chest.
"You've got be fucking kidding me?" The stranger said with a bit of annoyance. "I really liked this shirt, you know! Your ass is going to be paying for a new one."
The stranger started walking towards Carl again and he let off another two rounds. But his bullets didn't find their target because their target was moving far too fast.
Suddenly, the strangers hand was around Carl's throat, clamping down like a vice. He lifted Carl into the air as if he was weightless.
"I'll tell you what," The stranger said with a smile, which exposed two rows of razor-like yellowing teeth. "How's about you just letting me have the house? That seems like a fair trade considering this is my favorite shirt and all."
The stranger pulled Carl's neck to his mouth and bit through his windpipe. Carl's blood pulsed out of him like a geyser, the stranger swallowing every drop.
Just as he was about to pass out, Carl prayed that Hell wasn't a real thing. And if it was, he hoped he wasn't getting sent there for being such an asshole his entire life.
Chapter 1: The Best And Last Day
I think I’m having the dream where I came across Melanie Dupree 2014 Charger broken down on the side of the road, and with my magical fix any car engine powers, I somehow managed to get it started. Once it turned over, she jumped up and down with excitement and threw herself into my arms the minute I stepped out of the driver's seat with a triumphant smile plastered on my face and my hands planted on my hips like a superhero.
“Jimmy … “
Before I know it, Melanie is stripped down to nothing but her sneakers and a lacy black thong, and she’s pushing my head into her double D breasts while simultaneously unzipping my jeans (I have no idea how she’s doing this, maybe she’s sprouted a couple of extra arms? But, you know, it’s a dream. Or maybe it isn’t and along with having the most amazing pair of tits in all of Sleepy Creek, California, she also happens to be a squid girl mutant of some kind?).
“Jimmy …”
My blood is rushing through my veins so hard that I keep hearing this near constant bleating noise. But it’s not bothering me too much because Melanie has pulled my jeans and underwear down around my ankles and is on her knees in front of me with a wicked smile creasing her lips.
“Jimmy! Would you get up and turn off that alarm clock already!”
And, Mom, of course, ruins everything.
I’m not on some lonely road with Melanie Dupree. I didn’t fix her Charger (Like I would ever know how to do that!) and she wasn’t about to give me a blowjob. I’m at where I’m always at, in my room, in bed, with my Mom yelling at me to get up. Of course, my hard-on doesn’t realize that Melanie was nothing but a dream. My hard-on is demanding satisfaction from Melanie’s mouth. But then again, my hard-on is constantly demanding something and has been for the last
"How ya doin' there, partner," said the stranger with an odd draw to his voice. He sounded like he was from Texas but had been raised by Russian emigrants. Carl immediately drew down on him.
"What the fuck are you doing in here?" Carl shouted. As much as he wished that he was in control of the situation, he was practically shitting his pants. Also, like most gun owners, Carl had never fired on a live target before.
The stranger gave him a cock-eyed smile.
"Well, it was awful bright outside earlier today, and me and my family needed a nice dark place to rest up. We didn't think you'd mind us using your basement. You don't mind, right?"
The stranger took a step towards Carl. He panicked and pulled the .38's trigger. He doubted the police would give him much shit for killing the guy. After all, he was inside Carl's home uninvited. The bullet hit dead center and jerked the stranger back a couple of feet. A flower-like bloom of blood spread across the stranger's chest.
"You've got be fucking kidding me?" The stranger said with a bit of annoyance. "I really liked this shirt, you know! Your ass is going to be paying for a new one."
The stranger started walking towards Carl again and he let off another two rounds. But his bullets didn't find their target because their target was moving far too fast.
Suddenly, the strangers hand was around Carl's throat, clamping down like a vice. He lifted Carl into the air as if he was weightless.
"I'll tell you what," The stranger said with a smile, which exposed two rows of razor-like yellowing teeth. "How's about you just letting me have the house? That seems like a fair trade considering this is my favorite shirt and all."
The stranger pulled Carl's neck to his mouth and bit through his windpipe. Carl's blood pulsed out of him like a geyser, the stranger swallowing every drop.
Just as he was about to pass out, Carl prayed that Hell wasn't a real thing. And if it was, he hoped he wasn't getting sent there for being such an asshole his entire life.
Chapter 1: The Best And Last Day
I think I’m having the dream where I came across Melanie Dupree 2014 Charger broken down on the side of the road, and with my magical fix any car engine powers, I somehow managed to get it started. Once it turned over, she jumped up and down with excitement and threw herself into my arms the minute I stepped out of the driver's seat with a triumphant smile plastered on my face and my hands planted on my hips like a superhero.
“Jimmy … “
Before I know it, Melanie is stripped down to nothing but her sneakers and a lacy black thong, and she’s pushing my head into her double D breasts while simultaneously unzipping my jeans (I have no idea how she’s doing this, maybe she’s sprouted a couple of extra arms? But, you know, it’s a dream. Or maybe it isn’t and along with having the most amazing pair of tits in all of Sleepy Creek, California, she also happens to be a squid girl mutant of some kind?).
“Jimmy …”
My blood is rushing through my veins so hard that I keep hearing this near constant bleating noise. But it’s not bothering me too much because Melanie has pulled my jeans and underwear down around my ankles and is on her knees in front of me with a wicked smile creasing her lips.
“Jimmy! Would you get up and turn off that alarm clock already!”
And, Mom, of course, ruins everything.
I’m not on some lonely road with Melanie Dupree. I didn’t fix her Charger (Like I would ever know how to do that!) and she wasn’t about to give me a blowjob. I’m at where I’m always at, in my room, in bed, with my Mom yelling at me to get up. Of course, my hard-on doesn’t realize that Melanie was nothing but a dream. My hard-on is demanding satisfaction from Melanie’s mouth. But then again, my hard-on is constantly demanding something and has been for the last
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