Called to the Darkness

By Alina Howell

Chad hates working at the bar on Halloween night, but meeting Edwin might make up for it. Chad is easily charmed by the man in the Victorian suit and snaps up an invitation to follow Edwin home. But Edwin has an ulterior motive. One that ends with Chad's death and rebirth as a vampire. Now Chad must struggle with his feelings for the man that killed him and the complications that go along with it.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Alina Howell
• Release date: Dec 16, 2012
• ISBN: 9781301592074

Alina Howell

Alina S. Howell is the author of several gay erotic stories. See Alina's entire catalog, special offers, and giveaways at: alinashowell.wordpress.com

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Called to the Darkness

By Alina S. Howell

Copyright 2012 Alina S. Howell

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Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

About the Author

Chapter One

Can we please stop doing this?

Why? It's fun! Plus it makes us so much money.

Tammy looked like she was about to squeal with joy. This year's turnout looked like it'd break our personal best. It was standing room only tonight. People were wedged into every corner.

Correction, I said. "It makes you a ton of money. Maybe if I was at the bar instead of standing up here with you while I'm dressed like fucking Dracula then-"

Hey! It's not like I made you wear that costume. I let everyone choose what they want to wear. If you want to dress like a third rate vampire every year, that's your own damn problem.

Tammy adjusted the bodice of her lacy pirate dress. She always wore something elaborate. I wondered if she paid someone to make all her costumes because they always looked impressive and decidedly not like the store bought costume I had on.

I was on my fifth year as Dracula and it was starting to show. After the first year of this costume contest shit I never bothered to do anything more complicated than put on the cape and fake shirt/vest combo thingy. It was the cheapest, tackiest kind ever sold. The shirt felt like foam and had a fancy looking vest and necklace printed on it.

Five years ago, when I first started working at the Last Stop Bar & Grill, I went the whole nine yards. I had the height and the paleness working in my favor so I figured I could pull off a Dracula costume if I tried hard enough. I dyed my red hair to black and slicked it down. I even wore fake fangs. It may have been a cheap custom, but I actually tried to make it look good the first time. And if not good, at least passable. But now...

I scratched my chin. I hadn't even bothered to shave today. I was a stubbly, red headed vampire with an athletic build. I felt ridiculous.

Why me, Tammy? Why don't you get Amy to play hostess with you instead?"

Amy is busy and you have a nice speaking voice. Now quit arguing and get the microphone. It looks like Steve just got the last of the votes in.

I turned to where Tammy was looking and saw one of our waiters fighting his way through the crowd. With an exaggerated sigh, I turned on the mic and hit the switches that flooded the stage we were standing on. Orange light colored my vision. Good God, she even had the stage lights changed to Halloween colors.

In between the gaudy decorations, the drink specials, and the fabulous prizes, the Last Stop had transformed into a magnet for drunk college kids every Halloween night.

I handed the microphone off to Tammy who began her introduction spiel. I walked to the far back edge of the stage and crouched down. I reached over the heads of a cluster of people in a vain attempt to grab the paper that Steve was waving.

I wasn't paying enough attention and leaned over too far. My foot slipped out from under me and I lost my balance. I would've fallen right off the stage if it hadn't been for the man who was unlucky enough to receive the brunt of my fall. I crumpled onto his shoulders, knocking off the tall hat he'd been wearing. Surprisingly, he not only managed to catch me, but also hold me up. He helped me settle back onto the stage.

Sorry. Oh God. I'm so sorry. Are you hurt?

Pictures of Tammy screaming as she fired me for hurting a customer flashed through my mind.

I'm fine. You just surprised me, the guy I'd fallen on said. He looked around my age. Definitely