B007XKEWAE EBOK by Nicola Lawson

tried to open it but with a final tug it swung open.
    The boyfriend crouched down and gently put a hand on Susan's shoulder. "Suzy?"
    He pulled his hand back and stared at his palm and fingers now covered in a slowly congealing mess of bloody ichor.
    "Oh my god, Susan?" he said in anguish. "Please, God, no."
    He pushed Susan's corpse back in the seat. Her head rocked to the side exposing the gory mess of her torn jugular. Bloody veins and flesh hung in loose flaps. Dead empty eyes stared at him out of lifeless sockets.
    "Oh no." The boyfriend held her hand between his own and rocked back and forth on his haunches. He brought her hand up to his lips and kissed it tenderly.
    Gabriella put her hands on his shoulders. "There, there." she said soothingly.
    The boyfriend jumped under her hands and looked up. "What . . ."
    Gabriella smiled sweetly. "I hope you taste better than she did," she said.
    Realisation dawned slowly on the boyfriends face. Helped no doubt be seeing Gabriella's fangs  coming down on his face. Francesca joined her in the feast tearing strips of flesh from his throat.  Blood spouted free covering the two vampires, the car and a large portion of the road. When they had done they arranged the couple in the woman's car, placing her mouth to his ruined neck and his to hers.
     
    Gabriella capered around Francesca as they turned onto the driveway of their ex-steelworks home. "Did you see his face?" she asked. "That was so much fun. Can we do it again? Soon."
    Francesca watched Gabriella dancing and twirling like a nymph. "Of course, my sweet. When we . . ." She let her voice trail off.
    Francesca and Gabriella were plastered in blood but a new scent of blood was redolent in the air. Francesca looked around and saw the remains of a body. Flesh sliced off by dozens of pairs of razor fangs.
    She turned on the nearest minion. "What is that?"
    "Mistress." The minion said looking at his feet. "He was snooping around. Some of us took care of him."
    Gabriella skipped over to the remains and turned them over. "So here you are?" she said.
    "What is it, my sweet? Who have they eaten?" she asked.
    Gabriella turned the body over to show the hint of a uniform under dark black blood.
    Francesca laughed. "So that's what happened to our friendly neighbourhood security guard."
    She turned back to the vampire. "Dispose of the remains far from here. We don't need people poking their noses into our business looking for him."
     
     
     
     
     
     

Chapter Eight
     
    Fulton walked up to the main entrance and the pair of burly vampire doormen stepped across to cover his path.
    "Show us your pass," The one on the left said.
    Fulton thought quickly. He had no idea what the pass was but he couldn't imagine vampires going to the printers to get any made up. No, a pass to get into a vampires club would probably be something a lot easier for vampires to remember. Fulton looked the left side doorman in the eye and let his face morph into his terrible vampiric countenance.
    The doorman nodded and they both stepped aside. "Have a nice night."
    Fulton stepped through the doors into a personal nightmare. He hated being a vampire. He hated everything about them. But in here it was a celebration of vampirism.
    It was dark and gloomy. Some sort of rock music played from hidden speakers. There was a stage on the opposite end of the large room where instruments waited for a band to play. The backdrop of the stage consisted of a huge velvet curtain red like blood and spattered with darker patches of what had to be real dried blood.
    Dark velvet curtains, this time in a rich purple, covered much of the walls and the interior of the blacked out display window. None of the walls were bare. They were covered in an eclectic mixture of old fashioned weapons. Swords, axes and spears along with others Fulton could not name. Where they weren't covered in velvet or weaponry there were cages bolted to them, with human victims trapped inside.
    Other cages hung