Vampire
Creed
Rain
Grey
Genre: Vampire Romance
Date of Publication: May 29, 2016
Word Count: 41200
Book Description:
Barnaby Blaine Rice was a Vampire
born in the depression with a very special power to see who people truly were.
After a long, empty existence of witnessing the darkest points of humanity,
Blaine happens to encounter a beautiful married woman named Mary Slate. Unable
to handle his love for the beautiful human, Blaine accidentally kills another
Vampire over her and is put under a serious debt with the Vampire Council.
Blaine reluctantly forces himself
to forget the woman and allows her to live her life without his intervention.
It wasn’t until 50-years-later that the distant memories of the captivating
Mary are brought back to the surface. Blaine has the pleasure to encounter the
young Wendy Slate, granddaughter of Mary Slate after a criminal vampire keeps
her hostage. Blaine got there in time to stop the criminal, but not to stop the
beginning of Wendy’s transition into Vampirism.
As he was forced to sire her into
this new world, he discovers that Wendy is the most amazing person he’d ever
met. Wendy has to make a life-altering decision as Blaine has to deal with his
blooming feelings for a woman who was identical to his first love. This modern
love story introduces the most influential turning point of these lover’s
lives.
CHAPTER
1
There was nothing quite like walking
along the salt withered boardwalk of Oceanside Wharf. The unsteady sea roared
to my left. The waves were nothing but a dark blur on the horizon that
eventually licked the corners of the sandy beach. The lack of seagulls, the
cloudy sky, and the stillness in the air told me one thing; there was a storm
coming. Usually, these walks by myself were the only way that I could relax
after a long day, but tonight was different. Despite the buzzing, yellow
streetlamps that hovered over my head, everything about the atmosphere just
seemed so much darker than normal.
Everything was ordinary that
night, but it seemed too ordinary. Something about the way that my feet padded
against the wood seemed to sound too familiar. Something about the way the
salty air smelled seemed too perfect as if it were manufactured in a perfume
bottle. I ached to see the stars through the cloud cover, but something told me
that those wouldn’t look right either. The cold air whipped my long hair around
my face, causing me to wrap my arms even tighter around my torso. This made me
feel a tiny bit more secure, but I couldn’t deny the way my heart pounded in my
chest.
I walked this route every day after my night
classes; it was my daily routine. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but something
didn’t seem right. My skin broke out in a layer goosebumps that I couldn’t get
rid of, no matter how hard I rubbed my arms. The hair on the back of my neck
stood up on end. My eyes were peeled for some type of disturbance in the
normality of my walk, but I couldn’t find anything. I found myself peeking over
my shoulder every so often, but I found nothing but an empty, dimly lit street
and a growing distance from the brightly lit university.
These walks had
grown more and more intimidating since I first met him. He came to the roller
skating rink one night while I was working at the concession stand. We were
pretty slow considering that the rink was rented out for a few child’s birthday
parties. Every so often, a kid would ask for some candy, but I mostly spent the
night leaning against the counter, blankly staring into the rink. That was when
I first saw him, standing on the other side of the rink. He was wearing
sunglasses inside, which I thought was extremely weird considering that the sun
went down at least an hour before he arrived. He didn’t skate and he didn’t
talk to anyone. I assumed he was there to watch the kids, but his sunglasses
made it hard to gauge what exactly he was staring at. He was so still as if he
were able to lock his muscles in position. It made me uncomfortable, but then
again, a lot of things made me uncomfortable.
It didn’t become
an issue until two women approached me at the stand.
“Excuse me?” The
smaller one pulled me away from my thoughts.
“Hello ladies,”
I put on my best customer service smile.
They both smiled
politely before the plump one spoke, “We have a problem.”
“Yes?”
About
the Author:
Rain Grey is a psychologist by
profession. However, she has been writing books since she was fifteen years
old. She loves anything supernatural and her favourite genres are vampire
Romance and ghost fiction. Her home in England is close to the town of
Stratford Upon Avon, where William Shakespeare was born.
Website: www.raingreyauthor.com
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