Getting ready for Mo*Con

This weekend I will be driving up to Indy to attend my first writing conference. If you are interested in the details then you can find out more by visiting the Mo*Con website.

I am excited to meet other writers in the area and I am hoping to find some from Bloomington or Terre Haute that would be interested in forming a critique group. If you will be there and are interested then look me up and let me know.

Friday I will also be hosting my first guest blogger. Steve McHugh will be here discussing Comic Books and his new book, “Crimes Against Magic”. An Urban Fantasy that is currently available on Amazon. Make sure you come back by and check it out.

In the mean time, let’s continue the blood sucking fun with another story. Enjoy.

L E White

Margie

Margie’s eyes watered from a mixture of fear and pain. Her hands shook as she held his waist. She had agreed to let him do this. He had asked if she would try it but told her that it was her decision.

“Of course I will. I love you.”

But now she was sure that it had been a mistake. This wasn’t natural. It wasn’t the way these things are supposed to be done. Yet here she was, trying to be brave so that he wouldn’t think less of her.

So that he wouldn’t leave her.

“I love you,” she whispered. Then she bit her lip to keep from crying out. A sharp sting slammed her backward as her body took over in an effort to protect itself.

She moved to escape the pain, but he had followed. Now she was pinned against the wall as he moved forward, driving into her hard enough to force out a cry that dissolved into a shaking wine. Her skin tingled as goosebumps swept over her like waves in a high wind. Every hair on her body stood up and then fell as her face flushed and her guts twisted.

Tears streaked down her face and she felt his hands slide down her arms in a movement that failed to reassure her as he pulled away.

Once she could see his face he smiled at her. His teeth and lips were bright red from her blood and his eyes sparkled with the life he had just taken from her.

He stroked the side of her face with the tips of his fingers, gently caressing her as he licked his lips.

“I love the taste of virgin blood,” he said before leaning forward and giving her bleeding neck a long slow lick.

When he leaned back again she smiled at him, “I love you. You can have this whenever you want.”

“Unfortunately I can’t,” He said as he traced a line up her arm.

“Why not?”

“Because, you won’t survive this.”