Excerpt: Blood Drinker: Revision 3

I scramble backwards along the floor. I don’t get far before I’m in the corner.

A shadowy figure hovers over me. I can’t quite see his face, but somehow I know that he’s grinning. “Come here, you!” he says, reaching for me. I scream. He grabs for my mouth, silencing me.

* * *

My eyes fly open. It was a dream. Unfortunately, my relief is short lived. There really is someone’s hand covering my mouth! Just as in my dream, I try to scream, but it doesn’t work. My very real attacker is on top of me, pinning me down. He’s covered in pieces of white cloth, all except for his eyes. There, a pair of goggles pokes through. I struggle, trying to release myself, but he’s too strong. Out of desperation, I make a fist and punch him right in the nose. He staggers back a bit, not expecting me to do that. His grasp on me is loosened a bit, and I’m able to pry his hand away from my mouth. I scream as loud as I can—partially so that someone might hear it and rescue me, but mostly because I’m scared.

“Little keetcha!” the man spits. His hand is firmly over my mouth again, squeezing it so much that it hurts. In a matter of moments, he jams something in my mouth so I can’t speak. A few moments more, and he’s got my hands and feet tied. He’s so fast!

He’s in the process of getting me off the bed, when--

“Gabriella?” It’s Angelica out in the hallway! “Are you all right?”

The intruder rudely drops me on the floor. I gasp as I see him point a pistol at the door.

I’ve got to warn Angelica! Frantically, I try to scream again, but only a muffled whimper comes out.

The door swings open. I don’t even see Angelica before blue energy explodes from the man’s pistol. The door swings the rest of the way open as Angelica falls through it. As she curls up on the floor, I can see a large charred spot on her nightgown. Spots of red are starting to appear as well. “Gabriella,” she cries, looking at me with sad eyes.

“Hmmf,” the man says. “I thought you Blood Drinkers were going to be more of a challenge.”