Saturday, October 15, 2011
A "Scary" Scene from my novel...Birthright (Happy Halloween!)
Horror Web Tour
October 24-31, 2011
What better month than October for horror writers to crawl out of their coffins and spread the Halloween spirit!
Are you interested in winning great horror fiction and Halloween goodies the week of October 24-31, 2011?
Click on the links below to participating authors' websites. Each author has a contest to enter on their site.
Over 80 chances to win!
the gory details:
1) HAVE A SPOOKY FUN TIME!
2) INVITE YOUR FRIENDS AND SPREAD THE WORD!
3) THIS TOUR STARTS: Monday, October 24, 2011 at Midnight (PST)
THIS TOUR ENDS: Monday, October 31, 2011 at Midnight (PST)
Winners will be drawn and posted November 1, 2011
4) MEET AND MINGLE WITH THE AUTHORS! EXPERIENCE A NEW DESTINATION AT EVERY STOP! PARTICIPATE IN EVERY SITE'S CONTEST AND BE ENTERED FOR CHANCES TO WIN MULTIPLE PRIZES! EVERY BLOG VISITED IS ANOTHER OPPORTUNITY TO WIN!
5) PARTICIPATION AT ALL SITES IS RECOMMENDED, BUT NOT REQUIRED. THE MORE SITES YOU HOP, THE BETTER YOUR CHANCES OF WINNING PRIZES.
6) DID I MENTION TO HAVE A SPOOKY FUN TIME?
And to further scare you to bits, a scene from my novel, Birthright. Leave a comment with your email and I will pick three to be in the sequel! Good Luck!
Arriving back at the house, Mr Bennet stopped abruptly just outside the door front. “Something’s wrong; something or someone is here I can feel it.” He went inside and frantically began to search each room. “Candra, stay outside, it’s not safe in here,” he shouted, rushing upstairs, but I didn’t listen and followed him inside.
I walked in and found a stranger, a woman, standing like a statue by the stairs. Her clothes were torn and she swayed slightly from side to side. She looked distressed so I approached her slowly, trying to keep calm. She was breathing oddly; her diaphragm contracted awkwardly, as if laboring, when she inhaled and she looked dazed.
“Um, are you ok? How did you get in?” I watched her nervously as she turned her head slowly and looked right through me. Her eyes were lifeless and they were as dark as the night… like the child I saw in my vision. My heart thumped, self-preservation kicked in. Without outwardly showing the panic I was feeling, I started to inch myself backwards. The corners of her mouth curved upwards showing her fangs and her breathing rapidly changed. She started to pant very fast, almost convulsing as she sniffed the air, drool overflowed from her lips as she hissed, then leapt. I screamed out in terror as I hit the floor. She was now on top of me and grabbed my head pulling it upward toward her mouth.
With all my might, I punched her in the face and she fell to the side; quickly, I got up and ran for the front door. A loud growl came from behind me. Deep from within, my strength of character bubbled to the surface, the will to live still stronger than my will to die. My hand was within inches of the hall table and in one-fell-swoop I grabbed its leg, throwing the table at her, and ran. Within seconds, she had taken hold of me and held me fast by the neck.
“Hey, Candra… want to be blood sisters? No, I didn’t think you would, but we’ve almost known each other for so long I would think you might care that I’m hungry.”
I was nauseated. My mouth went dry as I tried to speak. “I remember you. You were the waitress at the diner,but I saw you the other day.”
She laughed at my words and her response held a note of impatience. “You were always such a loner, too good for the rest of us, a Rosewood, but right now I’ve got better things to do than talk to you. I’m hungry, starving in fact.”
“You’ll make my family angry if you kill me and I’m sure you wouldn’t want to deal with them, now would you?”
She wasn’t listening to me. She eyed me up and down just like a tasty morsel, ready to be eaten. “What do I care? When I am finished with you, then you can…” A guttural laugh came from deep within her as she said, “be with your parents.”
She held my throat so tight that just trying to take in a breath was difficult. “You’re hurting me.”
“Hurting you? That is my intention, Candra; this is what hunters call sport. I’m having fun watching you struggle. It makes your blood more pleasing, dinner should be a pleasure, not boring.” She exposed her fangs, moving in for the kill.
“Stop!” Mr Bennet stood at the top of the stairs. He had a huge crossbow with an arrow in place and aimed straight for her heart.
She hunched her shoulders and hissed loudly.
“You want to kill me so you can have her all for yourself, but we can share if you wish, I don’t mind.” Her fangs were resting on my throat when the arrow pierced her body. She arched, her head falling backwards. She clutched the stainless steel-tipped arrow jutting out from her chest. I will never forget the look of surprise on her face when she burst into flames. I scooted away from the vampire. Fire consumed her until she became nothing but a pile of burning embers smoldering on the floor.