Darkness Calls
Chapter One
His was a life filled only with empty dreams, if one could call those fleeting thoughts in a
vampire's sleepless nights dreams. His existence was without end and ruled by a loneliness that
made each day harder to bear than the one before.
High above the crowd, Ryder Latimer smelled the sting of the alcohol as the humans drank and
spilled it in copious amounts in their search for oblivion or nirvana. Acrid smoke from cigarettes
floated high into the air, and in that hazy cloud were the underlying tones of sweat. Sweat laced
with lust, he thought, sniffing the air and detecting the ripe pheromone the humans exuded as
they played their pitiful mating rituals.
Scents, he had discovered, were important to a vampire. Musks and other aromas literally
brought out the beast in him. He normally avoided the smells, but it was tough to do in a crowd
as large as this.
This far up, the sounds of the band and the crowd were garbled. Indistinct. A low buzz, like
static, and a heavy thumping vibration from the bass of the music. An insistent lub-dub lub-dub,
like the beat of a heart.
Ryder c ... read full excerpt from: Darkness Calls ebook
