Heart of the Dead: Vampire Superheroes (Perpetual Creatures Book 1) by Gabriel Beyers Page A
Authors: Gabriel Beyers
Tags: Suspense, Contemporary, Action & Adventure, Horror, Paranormal, vampire, Zombie, supernatural, dark fantasy, Urban, Ghost, Occult, action packed, Americian
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shadows from within the house, her eyes bulged, her face twisted with fright, startling Jerusa. The ghost ran with arms outstretched and hit Jerusa in the chest as if attempting to shove her out the door. But Alicia’s incorporeal body passed through Jerusa’s, causing her no more than a shudder.
Jerusa opened her mouth, a half-formed thought to explain her scream to Thad perched upon her brain, when her eyes fell upon the bodies lying on the floor and the shadowy figure kneeling over them.
Even in the murky darkness of the candlelit room, Jerusa recognized Foster. She started to call out his name, but a powerful hand appeared through the doorway, snatched her by the throat, and pulled her off of her feet as though she were no more than a puff of air.
Jerusa hit the floor hard and slid several feet before crashing into the wall. Moments later, Thad slid along the same path. His larger frame gave him more momentum and he collided with Jerusa, pinning her against the wall. The lights in the living room came on, blinding her. Jerusa climbed out from behind Thad, who was fighting a swoon to gain his feet. The room tilted under her feet, tiny white starbursts bedazzled her line of sight. There were voices, loud, menacing voices, but she couldn’t understand them for the ringing in her ears.
The twisting world settled and Jerusa found herself on hands and knees. The room stank of urine and excrement. She looked up, realizing, in horror, that Foster had dirtied himself. He lay supine, his body overtaken in spasms of pain. A tiny smear of blood painted the side of his throat, but Jerusa could see no wound. One hand clenched his naked stomach, while the other reached out for Jerusa.
A beautiful dark-skinned woman lay next to Foster. She also had a small smear of blood on her neck, and she seemed more in an exhausted stupor than in pain. The man kneeling over them had the same dark beauty as the woman. He stared, in shock, at Jerusa, his magnificent eyes the color of new pennies.
“Jerusa,” Foster said, his voice choked with pain. “Go. Run.”
Jerusa pushed to her feet, pulling Thad to his, as well. A rush of adrenaline quickened her limbs and she started for the open door. But before she made it to the threshold, a dark-haired man with menacing eyes appeared in the doorway. He smiled at her as he pushed the door shut. Jerusa turned to run toward the back door, but a tall and muscular blond man rushed around her at blinding speed, cutting off her exit.
Jerusa pressed against Thad. He stepped in front of her, preparing to protect her, but suddenly, the blond darted toward them, his movement near impossible to track, and grabbed Thad by the throat. Jerusa started to scream, but the dark-haired man appeared next to her, snatching her up in a suffocating embrace.
“Kole. Taos.” Foster struggled to sit up. “Let them go. Please.”
The dark-haired man laughed. “This is not your concern, fledgling. It is not I that caused this blunder. The law is clear. They cannot live.”
Without a word, the blond man pulled Thad close and bit him on the neck. Thad cried out as he thrashed against the man. The blond man’s demonic blue eyes widened in rapture before he clenched them shut.
The dark-haired man smiled at Jerusa, allowing her ample time to see the fangs glistening in his mouth before he plunged them into the flesh of her neck.
Jerusa groaned as her blood filled the dark-haired man’s mouth. He swallowed greedily as his tongue lapped at the fresh falling blood. A tingling sensation, both painful and enticing, like needle pricks of lighting, erupted throughout her body. Her fingers and toes felt as though she were dipping them in icy waters. Her vision blurred.
Alicia stood in the center of the room, her hand pressed to her mouth in horror, her eyes laden with guilt and grief.
Suddenly, the dark-haired man’s mouth released her neck with a gasp and his arms sprang open, freeing her from his strangling embrace.
Jerusa opened her mouth, a half-formed thought to explain her scream to Thad perched upon her brain, when her eyes fell upon the bodies lying on the floor and the shadowy figure kneeling over them.
Even in the murky darkness of the candlelit room, Jerusa recognized Foster. She started to call out his name, but a powerful hand appeared through the doorway, snatched her by the throat, and pulled her off of her feet as though she were no more than a puff of air.
Jerusa hit the floor hard and slid several feet before crashing into the wall. Moments later, Thad slid along the same path. His larger frame gave him more momentum and he collided with Jerusa, pinning her against the wall. The lights in the living room came on, blinding her. Jerusa climbed out from behind Thad, who was fighting a swoon to gain his feet. The room tilted under her feet, tiny white starbursts bedazzled her line of sight. There were voices, loud, menacing voices, but she couldn’t understand them for the ringing in her ears.
The twisting world settled and Jerusa found herself on hands and knees. The room stank of urine and excrement. She looked up, realizing, in horror, that Foster had dirtied himself. He lay supine, his body overtaken in spasms of pain. A tiny smear of blood painted the side of his throat, but Jerusa could see no wound. One hand clenched his naked stomach, while the other reached out for Jerusa.
A beautiful dark-skinned woman lay next to Foster. She also had a small smear of blood on her neck, and she seemed more in an exhausted stupor than in pain. The man kneeling over them had the same dark beauty as the woman. He stared, in shock, at Jerusa, his magnificent eyes the color of new pennies.
“Jerusa,” Foster said, his voice choked with pain. “Go. Run.”
Jerusa pushed to her feet, pulling Thad to his, as well. A rush of adrenaline quickened her limbs and she started for the open door. But before she made it to the threshold, a dark-haired man with menacing eyes appeared in the doorway. He smiled at her as he pushed the door shut. Jerusa turned to run toward the back door, but a tall and muscular blond man rushed around her at blinding speed, cutting off her exit.
Jerusa pressed against Thad. He stepped in front of her, preparing to protect her, but suddenly, the blond darted toward them, his movement near impossible to track, and grabbed Thad by the throat. Jerusa started to scream, but the dark-haired man appeared next to her, snatching her up in a suffocating embrace.
“Kole. Taos.” Foster struggled to sit up. “Let them go. Please.”
The dark-haired man laughed. “This is not your concern, fledgling. It is not I that caused this blunder. The law is clear. They cannot live.”
Without a word, the blond man pulled Thad close and bit him on the neck. Thad cried out as he thrashed against the man. The blond man’s demonic blue eyes widened in rapture before he clenched them shut.
The dark-haired man smiled at Jerusa, allowing her ample time to see the fangs glistening in his mouth before he plunged them into the flesh of her neck.
Jerusa groaned as her blood filled the dark-haired man’s mouth. He swallowed greedily as his tongue lapped at the fresh falling blood. A tingling sensation, both painful and enticing, like needle pricks of lighting, erupted throughout her body. Her fingers and toes felt as though she were dipping them in icy waters. Her vision blurred.
Alicia stood in the center of the room, her hand pressed to her mouth in horror, her eyes laden with guilt and grief.
Suddenly, the dark-haired man’s mouth released her neck with a gasp and his arms sprang open, freeing her from his strangling embrace.
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