Bad Blood: Bloodsucker Blues #3: Vamps in Vegas

By Michael Spring

Reeling from the murder of one of his best friends, Alex the Vampire is on a mission: to get revenge on the Las Vegas mobster who's trying to destroy his life.

There's only one problem: Alex has just died. Again.

It's Interview With a Vampire meets The Office in Bad Blood: Bloodsucker Blues 3!

• Language: English
• Publisher: No Limits, Ltd.
• Release date: Mar 14, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386992554

Michael Spring

Mike Spring has been writing entertainment reviews, news, and opinions since 1997. He has Bachelor’s Degree in English and Journalism from The University at Albany and a Master’s Degree in Business Administration from The College of St. Rose. Mike lives in upstate New York with his wife Melissa and his twin children, Ava and Jackson. Mike Spring's first book, Bloodsucker Blues: A Vamps in Vegas Story, was an Amazon.com Top 10 Bestseller. Book 2 of the Vamps in Vegas Story is due out in June 2016! In addition to being an author, he is also a three-time award-winning voice actor, podcast host, and audiobook narrator, having narrated and produced over a dozen audiobooks. Mike Spring is also the creator and co-host of After the Ending, a popular film podcast.   You can follow Mike's works, get FREE books, and read his blog at www.wordsoutloud.com.  Follow Mike Spring on Facebook at: www.facebook.com/mikespringofficial and on Twitter at www.twitter.com/themikespring.

Book preview

Chapter 1

It’s not every day you wake up to find yourself in a coma. Well, I guess wake up isn’t exactly the right term; I mean, if I woke up, I wouldn’t be in a coma anymore, would I?

Still, it’s hard to explain what an honest-to-goodness out of body experience is like, but if I had to guess, I’d say this was one of them. I could see myself lying in some sort of bed, with tubes hooked up to my body, and there were definitely people around my bed, although their faces were indistinguishable at the moment. I wasn’t really sure where I was, but I was guessing not a regular hospital. It’d be pretty hard to explain a lot of things to the doctors and nurses at a human hospital: my extra sharp incisors, for example, or my unusually fast healing ability, say. They’d probably have a few questions about my propensity for drinking blood, too, I’d imagine.

However, none of those qualities seemed to really be helping me a whole lot at the moment. I mean, I don’t know a lot about comas, but this sure as heck seemed like what one would be like. And I gotta be honest, I didn’t like it one bit.

I looked around the room, and as details started to come into focus, it confirmed that I clearly wasn’t at a hospital. The walls had a garish wallpaper print on them—which wasn’t that unusual, I guess—but littering said walls were posters for various punk bands from the ‘70s. The bed my body was lying in was not one of those adjustable hospital deals; there were no handrails, no chart clipped to the bottom, no call button for the nurse. Come to think of it, there was no nurse, either. I could make out four distinct bodies, but none of them seemed to be wearing anything resembling a nurse’s uniform.

After a few minutes of sort of floating around the room – somewhere near the ceiling, but also somehow lower at the same time—I started to get frustrated. This was not the kind of thing I was used to. I’m a guy who likes to get things done, and get them done fast. If I’m not talking, I’m doing. It’s that simple. I know how to get myself out of trouble, even if I’m usually the one responsible for getting myself into trouble. Admittedly, that had become something of a bad habit of mine in recent months.

But I knew that in this case, my troubles lay at the fault of one man: Wallace Brigham, the Vegas mobster who had kidnapped me and forced me to turn him into a vampire. Oh yeah, and not coincidentally, also the same guy who was responsible for the murder of my best friend, Charlie.

As all of this came flooding back into my admittedly-addled brain, the rage started to build up inside me once more. I decided that I’d had enough of this free-floating vapor crap. I was clearly awake at this point, I just needed to get myself to wake up in my body. I closed my eyes, shifted all my focus onto my prostrate body lying on the bed, and gritted my teeth, straining to will myself to take possession of it once again.

I let a few minutes pass, tightening my insides and pushing my brain as much in the direction of my body as I knew how. I don’t do meditation, but I tried to use every yoga pose I could think of in my mental exercise routine, concentrating on working my mind back into my body. Finally, when I felt a cold sweat break out on my forehead, I relaxed a bit and opened my eyes, expecting to be looking into the eyes of the people who were surrounding my bed.

Nothing had changed. I was still hovering a half-dozen feet or so above everyone in the room and my vantage point was exactly the same as it had been. I hadn’t moved an inch, and I certainly wasn’t back in my body. Damn it.

Well, this was certainly going to complicate things...

Chapter 2

Two days earlier

I looked at the woman in the doorway, and the shock that rippled through my body was palpable. It was Audrey. The woman who I’d spent the first thirty years of my vampire life madly in love with. The woman who I had honestly thought I’d spend eternity with; not in some hyperbolic greeting-card way, either, but literally forever. The woman who broke my heart into a thousand pieces and caused me to spend a year in the bottle until Charlie saved my life. The woman I thought I never wanted to see again.

What are you doing here? I said.

Well, hello to you, too, she replied.

I didn’t say anything. I just stood there half naked, my hair dripping wet. We stood like that staring at each other for a minute, then she finally sighed and took a few steps inside the cabin.

Alex, I came because you need me, whether you want to admit it or not. When I heard about Charlie, I knew that you would be a wreck, and I was clearly right, she said. As she did, she swept her arm in a motion that indicated the shithole of beer bottles and dirty dishes that the interior of the cabin had become over the past few