The Vampire King

By H. F. Galloway

For Vampire enthusiasts this is a must read. The story takes place in a beautiful old theatre. Running into any Vampires was the last thing anyone working there was expecting. But you never know what may be behind the next corner.
By accident, the leader of the Vampire coven is killed, and his blood consumed by an unsuspecting human. This action will not be allowed to stand. The Vampire King assemblies his army of 8,000 marauding bats and sets out on a quest of death and destruction. A war is coming, and its coming for you. The problem with Vampire blood is it always wants to expand its range.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Oct 28, 2011
• ISBN: 9781465386373

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H. F. Galloway

Copyright © 2011 by H. F. Galloway.

ISBN:          Softcover                                 978-1-4653-8636-6

                   Ebook                                      978-1-4653-8637-3

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Contents

ACKNOWLEDGEMENT

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 4

CHAPTER 5

CHAPTER 6

CHAPTER 7

CHAPTER 8

CHAPTER 9

CHAPTER 10

CHAPTER 11

CHAPTER 12

ACKNOWLEDGEMENT

I WOULD LIKE TO Thank Ilya Tarassuk and Xlibris for their fine job creating the book cover. Also, my friend Gary Hawkins for his feedback and help with the cover and last but not least, my family for their patience. I want to thank the group at Team Xlibris for their attention to detail and business model had it not been for them this book would not have been possible. Thanks.

CHAPTER 1

THE WEDDING IN the ballroom was over, so I was making my way through the theater, closing it down. It was Friday night, and the upcoming show was not happening until Monday night. The building would be dark until then. That meant that everyone had time off until Monday.

Having exited the stage, my next stop was the subbasement. That’s where all the heating and cooling equipment were located. As I was about to turn off the lights in the storage area, something moved and caught my eye. That was odd, so grabbing a stick, I headed for the area in question and then gave it a good poke. And in a blink of an eye, they had me pinned down and spread-eagled on the floor before it even registered in my head. Four of them in a coordinated attack, one on each arm, and one on each leg. I couldn’t move. These bats had long fangs and were stronger than anything that comes to mind, and they were holding me down. It was like some choreographed dance with death as they synchronized the timing of sinking their fangs into each limb, pinning me even harder to the floor.

There was no escape and no understanding of what was happening. Then out of the shadows appeared an old-looking bat several times the size of the ones that had me pinned down. It looked confident, taking its time, strolling along as if playing with its prey to impress the others in a show of power and spectacle before it made its kill, almost prancing, if you will. While this was going on, the fangs of the other bats already sunk into my limbs, and they began to feed. I could feel my life disappearing as the high-powered vacuums in their mouths began to drink my blood. This was really pissing me off. The big one walked on my chest and began to expand its mouth as its fangs grew to what seemed like inches, and it stretched its head forward and upward, about to thrust its face down into my throat. All I could think of was, If you are going to kill me by biting me, I am going to bite you on the way out. At that moment, I shifted my weight, and the big monster on my chest lost its balance, and its throat fell into my mouth, and I bit as hard as I could and hung on. Death was near; the white light at the end of the tunnel was showing itself. The images of long-ago dead relatives presented themselves and shoved me with both hands in the chest and said, It’s not your time yet. Before my eyes could focus, there was a warm transforming, tingling feeling running down my throat; it was the blood of the big bat.

Things began to come into focus as the incredible power began to enter my limp body. The monster in my mouth was flinging like a limp doll. The skin on my arms and legs closed in on the fangs of the smaller bats as my body began to withdraw all the blood they had taken from me. You could see them reacting in horror as they tried to make their escape. Before I could understand what was going on, I had already sucked the blood out of three bats and cast their dead husks aside and was about to eat the last one when I heard a weak cry in my head, barely able to speak, asking for help. It shocked me back to reality.

There, hidden behind some spare theater seat cushions, was the most pathetic-looking bat I had ever seen. Thirsty, I’m hungry, must feed all these jumbled or garbled images flowing into my mind from this tiny and pathetic-looking creature. You want some of this, don’t you? I asked as I handed over the last bat that had attacked me. My grip was still tight on the animal who had tried to kill me. But I gently presented it to the bat that was nothing but skeleton, and to my amazement, the bat that looked almost dead starting drinking the bat’s blood until there was nothing left. You could see the helpless creature coming back to life before my eyes. And within seconds, it seemed to be back to normal. Ah. It walked over to me and rubbed its head against me in gratitude. I had just made a friend.

Looking down at my work uniform, I could see that it was covered in blood and was ripped to shreds. The shock of what had just happened was wearing off as the reality of it set in. I walked over to the mirror to get a better look, and there was no reflection. This must be a dream, it couldn’t be real. Why is this happening to me? Must be losing my mind. As those and other questions were whirling around in my head, a calm and clear voice spoke to me telepathically and said, You have just drunk the blood of one of the oldest vampires on the planet and absorbed its power. You are not human anymore. I spun around and saw the little bat calmly staring up at me. "You have much to learn but not much time to prepare. The coven is aware of what just happened. We have the ability to read thoughts and see images over vast distances. You just ate a ranking member of the high consul, and it is forbidden for anything other than a bat to drink the blood of the ancients. It is how they have held on to power for so long. With a body frame as large as yours, you have the ability to drink more blood and increase your power at a faster rate. This makes you a threat to them. They know if they do not take the blood from you, soon it will become impossible to defeat you later. They are asleep in Romania because it is daytime there. When they awake, they will make their plans