With just a hedge over a week until the release of "Read The Flower: Part Two", the second part of my best-selling New Adult paranormal romance, it's time to give you, the readers, a sneak-peek at what's to come!
This is one of my favorite scenes from the first chapter, and I hope that you enjoy it, too!
If you haven't read "Read The Flower: Part One" yet, you can find links to it here.
~ "Read The Flower: Part Two" ~ Excerpt ~
This time, I dreamed of Honoré – terrible dreams filled with fangs, and blood, and the cries of Donna, my friend dying over and over and over again before my very eyes, bitten viciously: once by Surge, and once by Honoré, and then last by the stranger with the rose colored eyes. Once she was dead, she would wake again, moving like a mechanical doll as she picked herself up off the floor, up from the pool of her own blood, only to be attacked another time; by then, she was smiling, as if she enjoyed being killed as much as the beasts that were vampires enjoyed killing her in their greed.
No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t escape the horrible scene, couldn’t blot out what my mind was presenting to me, and so I remained watching Donna die over and over again, the me in my dream standing with hands covering her imaginary mouth in horror just as the me in real life had done, her eyes wide and terrified. And just when I thought that I could watch no more, something else appeared to taunt and confuse me.
The figure appeared as a shadow, black as night, visible yet not visible – someone you would look at, and then immediately forget what they looked like; none of their features stayed with me, save their red eyes; I could only see a hazy darkness where they lingered. The figure moved like smoke, and soon, they were standing by my side as I watched the horrible scene.
“Do you see, ma fille, how they are – how a vampire truly is? You cannot stop them, or change them, or make them into something human. They are monsters, and they are proud of it. That is all they will ever be,” the shadowy figure’s voice was old and pristine and masculine, like the voice of a king, but its words were ugly and dripping with venom – and pride. “One day, you too will fall prey to them,” the figure sounded certain, a chuckle escaping his unseen lips, echoing around me.
I turned to look at him fully, but he remained a shadow, his red eyes the color of crimson, of blood; they were beautiful, actually, too beautiful for a figure who would say such things.
I could hear Donna screaming in the background, but by now I had grown used to those screams; it was a sad but true fact. I was more interested in this shadowy figure, and what he had to say. Somehow, he scared me more than Honoré did, though Honoré was real, and the shadow was not.
“W-Who are you?” I asked, though I didn’t really expect an answer that made sense; I was again aware that I was dreaming.
The figure smiled then, and through the shadows that surrounded them, I could see their smile – it had teeth, fangs; the figure was a vampire, surprise, surprise. “Why, your worst fear, my dear, of course,” they said with that smile of theirs, condescending and cruel, and then before I knew it, they were coming at me with a speed unmatched.
I screamed precisely when the dream Donna did as the shadow’s fangs found my neck – and then suddenly I was awake, screaming for real this time, with no Donna left alive.
"Read The Flower: Part Two" Available July 26th in ebook ~ coming soon in Special Edition paperback ~
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