BloodFire

By Richard Stooker

Elena's brother Ion visits his home today. But the Boyar already cut Ion's throat and buried him in unconsecrated ground.

Their mother knows Ion returns tonight for his sister. Can she convince the priest to grant him absolution? Or the Boyar to protect Elena from the brother who sinned with her even while still alive? Does Elena want protection from her brother?

In the Middle Ages . . .

Vampires looked more like movie zombies than movie stars.

Vampires didn't introspectively brood on the meaning of their existence.

Vampires did not possess souls.

Vampires didn't act like preppie boys with fangs.

Vampires didn't date, let alone go steady.

Vampires couldn't control their lust for blood -- and didn't want to.

Vampires lived in graveyards.

Vampires looked ugly, not "beautiful."

Vampires smelled bad. They didn't glitter.

If you can handle a vampire who's more than just a tall dark 'bad boy' gone undead -

If you can handle a vampire who wants nothing out of death but blood from the living -

If you can handle blood lust mixed with a young girl's illicit longing for the only man who ever showed her kindness . . .

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A short story, it originally appeared in THE VAMPIRE'S CRYPT 5 Spring 1992.

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• Language: English
• Publisher: In Dreams Extreme Press
• Release date: Sep 12, 2015
• ISBN: 9781516370375

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BloodFire

Richard Stooker

Published by In Dreams Extreme Press, 2015.

This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

BLOODFIRE

First edition. September 12, 2015.

Copyright © 2015 Richard Stooker.

ISBN: 978-1516370375

Written by Richard Stooker.

BloodFire

Richard Stooker

Copyright © 2013 by Richard Stooker, In Dreams Extreme Press, and Gold Egg Investing LLC.

Cover graphic design by Drew at idrewdesign on Fiverr.com.

Cover, book, and graphic design Copyright © 2013 by Richard Stooker, In Dreams Extreme Press, and Gold Egg Investing, LLC.

Elena watched through tears as her dead brother turned from the path and vanished in a stand of oak trees. His feet rustled through the fallen leaves thick on the ground. Elena’s mother immediately clutched her elbow and dragged the girl from their cottage to the Boyar’s Rovin’s house.

Her mother said, We must get back inside here before sundown.

As they passed the estate’s fields, other Dacian serfs looked up from cutting and stacking hay, and waved.