Greetings, Friends,

After a three-month break from writing, I am back to it. Here is an excerpt from my novel (supernatural genre). This work has not yet been formally edited.

Be well,

Jana

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Copyright 2014, Jana Brock. All rights reserved. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited.
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The Rose Wall

“My dad killed her,” Trenton said.

“Did you bite her first?”

“Yes.” Trenton again looked down, staring at the ground.

Visad put a hand on his shoulder. “But you did not kill her, Trenton. That is incredible for a vamp as newly turned as you are. Some would say, impossible.” The young vampire continued staring at the ground, shaking his head back and forth shamefully. “You are fighting your very nature right now. It is the most difficult thing you will ever do.”

Trenton looked sad and angry all at once. “I don’t want to have this nature. I do not want to be a vampire or dead or anything else. I want things back like they were before the crash. It was my 18th birthday. I had everything to look forward to in my life. My high school graduation. My girlfriend, Megan. We had plans for our future together. Now, I can’t even be around her because I would hurt her. Or worse, kill her.” He kicked a rock that flew ten times the distance it would have were he still human. “This is so messed up.”

Visad nodded, “I am truly sorry. I know this is not the life you wanted. But you have to trust me now. Your adjustment would have been much worse if your father would have found you before I did.”

Trenton agreed. “I just – I thought if I stayed out here in the woods, I could fade away. Without a food source, maybe I would die. Really die, this time, like I should have at the scene of the accident.” Trenton shuffled his feet in the dirt, looking down at the ground. “I am sorry, I just can’t see how there is any good in this situation.”

He looked at the older vampire before him. Visad had strong, lean and masculine features – the physique of a stealth runner. Trenton could see light golf flecks embedded in the older vampire’s chocolate-brown eyes. With his sharp features and tall frame, he was sure Visad could be menacing, if need be. But there was also a calm about him. Trenton instinctively knew he could trust Visad.

“Do you have any idea where your father might be now?” They started walking again through brush and vines that were beginning to grow thick as they walked further from the clearing where they had met.

Trenton watched as a sharp vine drew scraped across his arm, opening the flesh. Blood seeped out and then the wound closed up again, just like a zipper. Within seconds, there was no trace of an injury. There had been a split second of pain. Then, nothing.
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