Lamech: Primordial Vampire

By RK Wheeler

Lamech was cursed for killing Cain who slew Abel.  God's curse was passed on to Lamech seven-fold.  He was transformed into the first vampire.

He survived the great Flood of Noah by clinging to a rope which hung beneath the ark.  Each night he would climb to the surface, but he found the most unexpected companion there.

This is a short story taken from The Witch of Endor: Vampires.

• Language: English
• Publisher: RK Wheeler
• Release date: Feb 5, 2019
• ISBN: 9781386639398

RK Wheeler

I dream of traveling the world with a laptop and gleaning inspiration from frosty peaks, deep valleys and thick forests, but for now I write between patients or after hours. I enjoy beekeeping when I am not writing or working as a chiropractic physician.  The busy buzz of the female bees is a relaxing hum, well, until one gets into your bee suit.  Then there are moments of sheer terror, with the occasional lancing pain.  So I recently invested in a new dragon armor for bees, that thus far is immune from their little stingers. They don't seem to understand that I am there for more than robbing them of their honey, but to help keep out pests and to give them food or medicine when needed. I like to exercise almost daily.  During this time I listen to audiobooks, either my own or authors in my genre typically.   Of course I succumb to Facebook's allure, but it is not all laughs and politics, for I belong to perhaps 30 or more writing groups where I learn and share information about authorship. Family time is very important to me and now that my books are being converted to audio I am having more success in getting family to listen to what I have writen. My favorite spot to read is on the sunny deck of a cruise ship in the turquoise waters of the Caribean.  No cell phones or interuptions. I am excited to get the sequel to Scions of Azazyel to paper for my fans.  It is all in my brain, it is a matter of getting it all on the computer and then the editing begins. I love writing fantasy, as not even I know where the story might take us until it is complete.  It seems to have a life of its own as I read, ponder and dream.