Vampire Kisses 2: Kissing Coffins
Chapter OneBleeding Heart
It was like a final nail in a coffin.
Becky and I were camped out in my darkened bedroom, engrossed in the eighties cult horror classic Kissing Coffins. The femme fatale, Jenny, a teenage, malnourished blond wearing a size negative-two white cotton dress, was desperately running up a serpentine rock footpath toward an isolated haunted mansion. Bright veins of lightning shot overhead in the pouring rain.
Only the night before had Jenny unearthed the true identity of her fiancé when she stumbled upon his hidden dungeon and found him climbing out of a coffin. The dashing Vladimir Livingston, a renowned English professor, was not a mere mortal after all, but an immortal blood-sucking vampire. Upon hearing Jenny's blood-curdling screams, Professor Livingston immediately covered his fangs with his black cape. His red eyes remained unconcealed, gazing back at her longingly.
"You cannot bear witness to me in this state," I said along with the vampire.
Jenny didn't flee. Instead, she reached out toward her fiancé. Her v ... read full excerpt from: Vampire Kisses 2: Kissing Coffins ebook
