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T.W. Blackstone

Novels and short stories

In his quest for power, Abraham inadvertently transforms himself from civil war doctor into a vampire, and in our modern era. He wants more. Viktor quickly realizes his easy days ruling the night are over, especially when he is tasked with destroying this malevolent creature.

In What Love Makes of Us, Alice does not realize she is dead. She misses her husband and, through trial and error, finds the power to fight her way back to him. But being an unseen ghost is not good enough. She needs flesh.

In total, five shorts and one novella of horror, all to keep your eyes open in the dark.

Genre: Horror / Vampires
Length: novel. 240 pg

Andrew wonders what would happen if a hemophiliac were turned vampire. He and the old man find out just how disastrous that can be. Now they have to stop this new creature that desperately tries to replace the blood that pours out of its cuts and gashes.

The Bleeder can also be found in The Well Of Thirst and others.

Genre: Horror / Vampires
Length: short. 11 pg

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An excerpt from The Bleeder

   Master said, "Child, what a wonderful thing you are, and confused. Come with me. I will teach you peace. I will teach you the way to power."
   Seth dropped a body, his fingers quite long, and grabbed a whimpering person he had been stepping on, and sucked through two long teeth. He oozed, dripped, and in one place spurted blood from many scrapes and cuts he had received. He was an animal now, shirtless and shiny red, desperate for life.

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An excerpt from The Well Of Thirst and others

     Later, Abraham found a house full of people: youths at a party. He stole them as they stepped outside and hung them upside down from trees, hands tied back. Then, with their blood rushing to their heads, he bled them by the neck and drank slowly. He smiled because he could get much more blood from them before they died.
     When he let the sixth corpse swing free, he stared at it. "I remember water. I would drink, and that was enough." A scowl gripped his face and he backed into the dark until he was hid.
     Viktor had his own party, ignoring his vampire hunting duties. Machine-like music ground into the smoky air. Candles and colored lights flickered all over but it was still dark at the party. Black was the color of clothes and fingernails, white for the skin. Viktor scanned the room, annoyed at how everyone stole glances his way whenever they could. Still, he loved the eyes on him. They wouldn't dare walk up to him, instead hoping and posing. He saw one that might entertain him for a bit.

This is the new macabre, where fear and fascination wrestle to panic.