Blood Red Rose
By Mark Stewart
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The blood red rose is the first novel in the series. William Haleton was an innocent man when he was changed into a vampire. The curse will be with him forever. He will never know love. Then he meets Amber his future wife. His cousin Alex Crompton is now a vampire too and wants to kill Amber. Haleton must fight Alex and the orb of light. Both want him away from Amber. Being transported through time isn't something Haleton wants. He is determined to rid his life of the vampire curse once and for all.
Mark Stewart
Mark Stewart is an acclaimed author. He loves to write fiction right across the board from romance adventure to crime and onwards to science fiction. His fast paced novels will keep you on the edge of your seat from the first word to the last.Mark lives in Melbourne Australia and tries to keep to the Aussie lingo and customs. His only gripe is he never has enough time to feed the writing enthusiasm inside him.Mark lives in the picturesque region of the Mornington Peninsula, a full one hour drive from Melbourne.He has been married to his wonderful patient wife for over thirty years. He has four adult children and two grand children. Everywhere he looks there is a story waiting to be told.Contact Mark to leave a comment about one of his books or just to say gidday, (hi) he would love to hear from you.email: mark_stewart777@hotmail.comAll reviews are gratefully accepted.To all the readers who follow Mark's work. Thank you.
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Blood Red Rose - Mark Stewart
BLOOD RED ROSE
Book one
Mark Stewart
Copyright ©: 2015 Blood Red Rose: Mark Stewart. All rights reserved. No part of this story may be reproduced in any form without written permission from the author. This story is fictitious and a product of the author’s imagination. Resemblance to any actual person living or dead is purely coincidental.
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By Mark Stewart
The Kendal chronicles
Fire games
Heart of a spider
I know your secret
Don’t tell my secret
201 May street
The girl from Emerald Hill
Ladies’ Club
Book of secrets
Mistress
Kiss on the bridge
Kiss on the bridge two
Kiss on the bridge three
The perfect gift
Blood red rose
Blood red rose two
Blood Red rose three
Legendary blue diamond
Legendary blue diamond two
Legendary blue diamond three
Planet X91 the beginning
Planet X91the new home
Planet X91the underwater cave
Planet X91the storm
Planet X91the drought
Planet X91the fire
Planet X91the plaque
Planet X91doorway to time
Planet X91 the new earth
(plus, many more)
All novels are set in Australia
In this series
Blood red rose
Blood red rose two
Blood red rose three
BLOOD RED ROSE
CHAPTER ONE
England: Early Spring, 1749AD
THE TALL athletic built man longed for the next female to walk his way. He loved this particular time of night, when the moon had risen to the highest point in the sky, and a warm breeze wafted in from the sea.
The man didn’t blink, looking down the cobblestone sidewalk. His presence made whoever walked past the deep doorway he stood in, die of fright the moment they saw him. He adjusted his tanned top hat and tails and tugged at his long-sleeved frilly shirt in preparation for the arrival of the ladies. The man stepped further back into the doorway of the three-storey building which housed the city clock, watching the rats and mice scurrying about searching for food.
The man looked relaxed hiding in the dark waiting to hear the scraping echo of lady’s shoes. The giggling females always heightened the thrill.
Many a young lady told William Haleton as they danced, he always acted like the perfect gentleman. His handsome features attracted long luring looks. He lost count of how many times young single ladies commented on his strong shoulders, taut muscles, and dark hair. The only thing wrong; love failed to mushroom in his life.
For several long moments Haleton studied the ground, at his feet. He pondered the reason for his loneliness. Finally, his thoughts fell on Alex Crompton. His cousin’s murderous ways must cease, and he was the only one who could do it. Maybe after the death of the man, love will flow unhindered toward him. How he yearned for the warm embrace of a young lady. He didn’t want any girl; he wanted to be married to a beautiful lady. One he could love, cherish and adore. He wanted to smell the perfume on her neck, the sweet-smelling oils in her hair. He wanted to buy the love of his life, gifts of expensive perfume and long flowing dresses. In a few weeks his medical studies were due to start. He wanted to be the finest surgeon in the country. He wanted to see a room full of patients. To top his dream goal, he prayed each night the young lady he’d marry embraced the medical side. Female surgeons were indeed a rarity. If fate took him to another country; so be it.
The familiar noise of flat heeled shoes scraping the cobblestone sidewalk brought Haleton back from his daydream. He knew tonight will be the evening of Crompton’s next victim.
To stop his cousin’s murderous ways Haleton must be ready.
Crompton, wearing a black felt top hat and tails loosened his shirt collar. He hugged the wall of the only brick dwelling in the village. His cold murderous black eyes surveyed the area. Seeing nobody he walked across the dirt road. He hugged the trunk of an old oak tree.
Crompton caught a whiff of enticing perfume from a young female. A satisfied expression wrinkled his brow. He acted hypnotized as he smelt the aroma of the sweet perfumed scent.
When Haleton spied Alex Crompton, he placed his tanned colored felt hat on the ground and ran across the road. He hid in the deep doorway of the general store.
Two young females walking home from a nearby party walked in Crompton’s direction. Every muscle in Haleton’s body compressed to the point of cramping. He must win the fight. Crompton must be stopped no matter the cost. The life of the two young women approaching, not to mention his love life, depended on his victory.
The two females came soon enough. They were staggering along the road from consuming too much wine they stole from their father’s locked liquor cabinet. They were giggling at their noisy footsteps and slurred speech. One of the girls stopped walking. She swayed slightly leaning against the other’s shoulder.
Stand still. I’ve broken the strap on both of my shoes. They keep slipping off my feet.
The tall, slender young lady swiped her shoes up off the sidewalk. Her long blonde hair fell in front of her face, sweeping the ground. For a short time, the girl swayed trying desperately not to fall over.
Hey sister, thanks for catching me, I nearly fell,
she stammered. Okay, let’s go home.
Both young ladies were dressed to impress every man at the local dance. They wore the same style of evening wear. Their long-sleeved white pleated dress kissed the ground while they danced around the floor. Tight corsets decreased the size of their already narrow waist and behind each ear the lingering smell of an expensive perfume.
We cannot walk about the streets while you are wearing no shoes. What might a handsome bachelor say if he sees us?
Sister, I’m too drunk to bloody care.
You should not use those sorts of words. What if someone hears?
Take a look around; I can’t see anybody. Can you?
The young lady palmed an open hand around the deserted area. Tomorrow I’m going back to the local cobbler’s shop to yell at the cordwainer. I might even use extra strong verbal diarrhea just to get my point across. The small rat featured, irritating little man, kept my shoes for an entire week. Now they’re broken.
You should blame the well-rounded man at the dance. He stepped on your feet too many times to count.
No, it’s the peddler’s fault for not making the shoe straps strong enough in the first place.
Shhh! not so loud, this is the area where the last murder took place.
Sister, lightning doesn’t strike in the same place twice,
hinted the taller of the two. She staggered over a cobblestone. Her sister caught her again, propping her up.
I have a strange feeling someone is watching us.
Who’d bother with two drunks? Especially me, I’ve no shoes on my feet.
The girl giggled. Again, she leaned against her sister. It sure is a nice night for a walk. Shame you’re not a man.
Crompton slowly pulled his long-bladed knife from inside the sheath of his knee-high left boot. He lifted it to eye level and slowly twisted it back and forth. The blade glistened in the light of the full moon. He studied the blade, admiring its razor-sharp edge. How he missed how the custom-made wooden handle felt when he held it in his hand. The explanation he gave to the craftsman for wanting the knife perfectly balanced; he wanted to kill and dissect rabbits.
The wind strengthened, blowing the dark clouds off to the north. Crompton hid the knife behind his back. He switched his attention to the two young ladies staggering past. He scraped his tongue slowly across the surface of his lips. As the girls walked away, Crompton made final preparations to pounce.
Haleton knew Crompton didn’t care about his female victims or whether they were a mother. In life, the only way he could satisfy the constant hunger burning deep inside him was to murder a woman. The minute he found the perfect victim their time walking on the earth quickly came to an end.
Haleton studied the killer’s face. Crompton looked disappointed. ‘Could he be growing soft?’ Haleton frowned at his thoughts. ‘Not possible.’
Crompton stepped up behind the girls, striking up a casual conversation. If the two young women knew of his intentions, they’d have yelled a blood-curdling scream.
Haleton estimated one girl might be slightly older than sixteen; the other nineteen.
You are too drunk for my liking. Have a nice life,
Crompton taunted.
When the nineteen-year-old blew him a kiss her younger sister grabbed her by the arm and walked her down the road.
The killer turned his collar up to keep warm from the cold. He walked slowly in the direction of the ocean. As he drew level to a doorway, he stopped and glared at the tall figure watching him.
Crompton ordered. Show yourself or suffer the consequences.
You don’t know the meaning of the word.
I don’t have to.
Haleton emerged, glaring at Crompton. Haven’t you scared every female in the fishing village enough?
William Haleton, I should have known you’d be lurking in a doorway.
Answer my question?
I want to be certain I haven’t left any females off my list. Be told, my gang and I are going to continue. The twelve of us are unstoppable.
Are you sure?
Crompton tilted his head back. His dry gargle of a laugh came from deep in his throat. Positive. When I feel the urge, another female will end up face down in the sea.
I’m here to stop you,
argued Haleton.
Don’t tell me you decided against joining my gang? It will be the biggest mistake you have ever made.
You’re wrong. Waiting too long in standing up to you has been my biggest mistake.
Don’t tell me your high-priced talk again,
spat Crompton.
You need to hear it.
You have always been weak, Haleton. Mark my words, you always will be weak. All women were born to be treated, in anyway, men like me, want.
You’re crazy. A young lady should be showered in love and romanced, in a gentlemanly way.
You talk nonsense. Ever since we were old enough to walk, we’ve never seen eye to eye on anything. For that, I hate you. I’ll give you one last chance to join my gang,
snarled Crompton.
What if I refuse?
Your sour lonely life will end. If you think your way is the best, how come you’re not married? Where’s the good-looking woman who has skin like honey hanging from your arm?
Haleton remained silent.
It’s just like I thought. This is your last chance. Join us or die.
Giggling from a potential new victim interrupted the standoff.
Haleton, come, witness what you’ve been missing.
Crompton crouched behind a small upturned fishing boat, waiting for the new arrivals.
Haleton back stepped into the deep doorway. Every cell in his body cried out for the love of a young lady. He sniffed the air, catching a whiff of an expensive French perfume. He had entered many a perfume shop over the years to smell the delight from the endless array of small bottles only to be tossed out by the female owner.
Haleton took a moment to replay the last encounter in his mind.
The lady looked angry. Her yells almost woke the dead.
This is no place for a man. Get out,
she demanded.
Haleton’s thoughts were interrupted by a rat running across his feet. Its mistake was to stop and eat a morsel of food. Haleton squatted, killing the vermin. He kicked it into the rubbish and refocused on the two young ladies walking toward him.
Haleton readied himself. He carefully considered which girl will be Crompton’s next victim. One at a time was his first rule. His second rule he never broke meant she mustn’t be drunk. The killer never broke either rule. Could the brunette who walked a half a step, in front or the shorter blonde one be the first victim? Haleton knew the pattern. Blonde first, a brunette second, and the cycle started again. Haleton frowned. Could Crompton let them live? He’d done it in the past. Haleton shook his head. There’d been too many missed chances since the last killing four weeks ago. He viewed the corpse of the pretty brunette. His spirit grieved for the dead girl. He felt great pity for her family’s loss. He did get the chance to talk to the deceased girl on several occasions when she was alive. She didn’t act her age. Crompton destroyed the contents of at least three rooms of the house she lived in when he discovered the girl had just celebrated her fourteenth birthday. For the first time, he broke the third rule he lived by. The victim must be older than sixteen. Crompton seemed unstable and getting worse as the weeks were ticked off.
Haleton surmised his cousin will have a sensational appetite for blood, stopping at nothing to quench it. He cast his thoughts back to the scene of Crompton’s first murder. They were two young ladies. For an unknown reason, he allowed the tall female to escape, if only for a time. He must have thought it more sporting to think she outwitted the murderer.
Haleton didn’t like hearing his name mentioned in the countless whispers anymore. He wanted to make certain Crompton never accomplished another murder. Haleton pushed all thoughts of his cousin to one side and thought about the lady he dreamt about night after night. In his dream she was intelligent and the most beautiful young lady he had ever seen. How he hungered to meet her. Other than the nameless lady in his dreams, the only real lady he loved was married. He could never be a marriage breaker. He conceded in the fact they’d only ever be friends. He planned to leave England to try his luck somewhere else. He loved living in England, but the ladies stayed away. Maybe they thought he might the killer.
Haleton came back to reality by the sweet smell of the perfume both ladies were wearing as they strolled past the doorway. Their giggling muffled any noise he made. Their approaching presence momentarily distracted Haleton causing him to lose sight of Crompton.
The rat’s death surfaced in Haleton’s mind. He wondered if the young ladies might scream if they saw the carcass. Crompton admitted he loved the way women screamed. Down at the local pub, he’d explain how each one screamed differently.
Curse you rat,
Haleton whispered a decibel too loud.
His voice tipped off the girls.
They started running.
Crompton darted from behind the upturned boat.
The taller girl squealed when one of her shoes fell off. She kicked the other away, running ahead of the shorter in bare feet.
Shantal, I beg you to wait; do not leave me. I’ll need your help if the man catches me.
The young lady stumbled, falling face first onto the hard dirt. She rolled over on to her back, and looked at the cold eyes of her attacker.
Crompton hovered over her. His evil smirk widened. He bent sideways and slowly pulled his knife from the hidden sheath sewn into one of his long boots. His eyes glistened as he stared at the steel blade. He seemed to relish in the fact the female will soon be dead. He switched his focus from the sharp blade to the woman cowering on the ground.
Do you like the blade?
No,
she stammered. I beg you; please leave me be.
You can beg all you want it will do you no good.
Crompton stared at the woman’s eyes, studying his reflection in her pupils.
Please, I have a son. He has not been long in this world.
Haleton got closer. He must be extra quiet if he wanted to get close enough to save the woman’s life.
Crompton lowered himself over the woman. He looked more than ready to accept his trophy. His lips parted, curling upwards. You are my next victim,
he hissed.
The girl’s eyes bulged. Crompton easily held her a prisoner using a white-knuckled grip on her pink blouse. The girl watched the knife slowly rise into the air.
Instead of screaming one last time, a cheap grin replaced her terrified expression.
When the knife reached a good height, the attacker paused. His eyebrows angled to a point. He looked puzzled.
From his new hiding place