Mortal?

By MT Hart

Who is watching me? I only know he is a tall dark man. I feel his presence. I even see him at times.Why is he watching me and what does he know?

I feel we will meet soon. He can't just keep watching.I know he will let himself be known. If he knows what I have done, I will have to deal with him as well.

• Language: English
• Publisher: MT Hart
• Release date: Jul 22, 2020
• ISBN: 9781005439125

MT Hart

MT Hart is the author of three novels in the series "The Mortal Series".And now my fourth novel, "The Formal" is available as well!For Print:Author of“Mortal.”https://www.amazon.com/dp/B088BGQBBG“Mortal?”https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0892DHMCM"Immortal"https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08F6Y564R"The Formal"https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08NDVKPXVFollow me on these sites for updates!!https://www.facebook.com/MTHartauthorhttps://www.facebook.com/horrorespanolhttps://mthart1.wixsite.com/mthart

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Mortal?

Welcome To Florida

A novel by M T Hart

This ones for you,

Wherever you are.

FROM THE AUTHOR

Dear Lydia fans,

Thanks so much for your support of my first novel, Mortal.. It is so greatly appreciated. And Lydia appreciates it as well.

I have learned so much during my research for the second book. I have learned about things I thought I knew about. And I learned about things I never would have known had it not been for Lydia.

What I am getting at is that I wish I had known what I know now while writing the first book. I knew all along what was happening. I knew that Lydia was being born. Or should I say Lydia was being re-born? I knew she was becoming another being. Some say she might be a monster, a serial killer. Others say she is so much more. The fact that she has a natural craving for blood and energy remains an argument. The other side of the argument is of course that she is nothing short of a pathological murderer and the craving for blood is nothing but one killer’s way to satisfy sick demented needs.

I just wish I had included some more in my first book. But that was hard to do when even I was unaware of what was really happening to Lydia. I knew that she was a mortal vampire. And maybe the way in which it had happened was brutal and uncalled for. But it still happened. Birthing is a painful time, and growth can just as painful, if not more painful.

Reality is both Lydia and I are growing as we journey on our path. I hope you enjoy the second book. And I hope things that went unexplained before are brought to light.

M T Hart

Author

Mortal., Mortal? and

The L Chronicles

Chapter One

Have done with virtues! Among the sacrifices that can be made to those counterfeit divinities, is there one worth an instant of the pleasures one tastes in outraging them?

-Marquis De Sade

Daddy! she shrieked.

Fred had been working hard in the yard all morning. His daughter Tammy was stopping by occasionally to tell him how funny he looked. He was all dirty and sweaty. Fred picked her up and give her a big sweaty hug as she giggled. She would push her big daddy’s chest away laughing and telling him Yuck!

No matter how much she protested they both knew she loved every minute of it. She was a Daddy’s Girl and always would be his little girl.

But now Fred heard his 6 year old little girl’s scream and froze. But he only froze for a moment.

Long enough for it to register the fear he heard in her voice. Then he was off and running towards the front yard. He still had the hoe he was using to dig up a tree in his hands. He looked up and down the quiet suburban street. He wiped the sweat from his

brow before it ran into his eyes. The dirt from his hands gritted into his forehead. He saw a neighbor who had heard the commotion pointing down the street and ran.

Fred stopped. He looked up and down the silence of the fall day. No sign of her, only leaves that had fallen this fall day. The smell of the browning foliage filled his nostrils. The wind blew the leaves swirling down the center of the street as he listened again for his daughter. He was listening for anything, looking for something, the sight of her hair the sound of her voice.

Daddeeeee!  This time the tears could be heard through the scream and then, the muffling of her scream. A hand was covering her mouth!

Tammy! Fred shouted as he ran.

Was this his worst nightmare coming true? His heart was beating so hard he thought it would burst out of his chest. Then he saw her feet. He saw her feet as she was being carried into a front yard and into the back yard two doors down from his own home. He only saw her feet because she was being carried.

This stranger, this monster, had been hiding behind a neighbor’s car and decided to make a break for it.

The rest of her small body was hidden in front of the man who carried her. He saw this man’s long black hair fall down his back and over his overalls. And in this man’s arms was HIS daughter. And his daughter was being carried away. His daughter was being stolen right in front of his eyes.

A moment of surreal confusion overcame Fred. He couldn’t understand. Was this really happening? The confusion was there in his head, but, again, only for a moment.

The confusion quickly turned to anger and rage. The anger flared in Fred Griffin’s powerful body. It WAS his worst nightmare come true. This man, this monster of a human being, was stealing his baby girl! His pride and joy!

And all Fred could think was NO! Not his daughter, not today, not in this lifetime! No way!

He sprinted faster than he would ever thought possible after the man, the monster. No thinking was going on anymore. There was no rational thought inside Fred’s head. Now it was all a matter of reflexes. He was through the adjoining yard and across into the next block in seconds. Just in time to watch the man put his daughter into the faded old green pick-up truck only twenty feet away. The criminal had parked one block over and walked through the yard to get his daughter. Maybe he was thinking he would go unnoticed. Maybe the villain was thinking that he could take her away like he had so many before.

Fred watched and ran as the truck started and pulled from the curb. The truck was facing towards Fred. Even over the roar of the engine firing up and taking off he could hear his daughter crying in the front of the cab. The truck was now heading for him as he stood in the middle of the street. Fred was still running straight for the truck. No one was taking his little girl. Fred knew that. Not today, not ANY day.

Fred ran straight for the truck and jumped on the front hood.  His eyes burned anger. His eyes burned rage. Fred fired a deathly stare into the black eyed man behind the wheel. He was only a foot away from the greasy black haired man. All that separated the two was a cracked windshield of an old 76 Chevy pick-up truck.

Stop this truck you son of a bitch or I swear I’ll kill you! Stop this fucking truck! Now! Fred was screaming at the man.

The man had no intentions of stopping. If he was caught, people would find out what he was. His fun would stop. His pedophile tendencies would be in the open for everyone in the world to see. He would go back to prison to an even more dangerous life behind bars. He would go back to a life where even society’s criminals did not like him. In prison his crimes were frowned upon by people who had no issues with taking his life. These criminals hated him as much as society itself.

The man’s name was Zip. Zip had made up his mind he would not go to jail again. If he went to jail as a pedophile; it would be a living hell. He knew there were plenty of people out there who were just like him. But the inmates in his last prison weren’t those people.

So he was not stopping. He would get the girl’s father off his truck before anyone could get to him. Maybe dump the girl right away? This might take away some of the heat of the situation he had created. No, he had worked hard and was still working for this one. But maybe if he threw her out the door now, this man would get off his stolen truck. And maybe just maybe, he could get away? The thoughts raced through Zip’s mind. Then Zip realized he just had to get the man off his truck. And even now more fear kicked in. He looked into Fred’s eyes and knew he better lose this guy. He better get this man off this truck and fast.

He floored the truck and swerved the vehicle back