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A Vampire's Dream: an urban fantasy short by Betsy Flak

Author’s note:
This is an excerpt from one of the books of The Eversfield Academy Vampire Hunters young adult urban fantasy series (including the prequel books and stories of Eversfield Academy: Vampire Origins). I don't want to tell you which one because spoilers! But this is the dream big bad vampire Duncan has that inspires his goals of destroying the Nightstalker vampire hunters. All potential spoilers have been removed.

Happy reading!

Betsy

A Vampire's Dream

an urban fantasy short

and an excerpt from The Eversfield Academy Vampire Hunters + Eversfield Academy: Vampire Origins series

by Betsy Flak

Vampire Duncan floated in inky blackness, unfeeling and unseeing.

But not unhearing. A new song, electrifying and calming both, curled around him.

His feet slammed, then sank into a ground squishy with moisture. 

Squishy with blood. Its delectable scent, like an aged red wine from the best vineyard finished with the deepest, darkest chocolate from the best chocolatier, wafted around him. Only the crisp, clean scent of the season’s first snowstorm riding a late-autumn gale spoiled it.

He stood on a blood-soaked field beneath a night sky of stormy gray steel. The yellowed, red-speckled corn stalks were bent, broken, trampled as far as the eye could see.

And as far as the eye could see—even as far as a vampire’s eye could see—corpses and piles of ash the sizes of apples or plums dotted the field.

But far, far, far more corpses than ash dotted the field.

They were the broken bodies of the Nightstalkers, of the vampire hunters who sought to eradicate him and his kind.

Him and his kind had eradicated them.

Around him, his vampires cheered, their hoots and hollers loud, their celebratory jumps up and down louder.

They were free at last. They would no longer live in fear of a Nightstalker pack hunting them down. 

They wouldn’t hide. They wouldn’t cower.

The Nightstalkers were dead, extinct, extinguished, and so the vampires were free.

Free to live in condos, houses, and mansions as they desired.

Free to explore, to party, to relax, together or alone and anything in-between, as they chose.

Free to eat and drink and be merry.

Free to capture humans to serve them, to feed them, to turn into other vampires.

Free to live as they never had been, not while human and not while vampire.

Until now.

Now they could live—and feed—without fear.

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If you want more to read more about big bad vampire Duncan and his magic, start with Chain of Flame!