So, if you’ve followed my updates you know I’ve started a new writing project called Descended Divinity. But here’s the thing about new projects: you never know where the hell they are going and what you’ll end up with. And this one has gobbled me up, swished me around in its mouth, and spit me out, leaving me in a completely different world with new characters, a new setting, and worst (or best) of all, a new plot.
It seems that this chick, Alexis, or Lexie as she’s called, was not having some Greek God male lead take over her time in the spotlight. So, I’ve had to toss aside all of my research on the Greek Mythology that I had planned for this new series and start detailing out this new world she’s living in. I can’t complain though, she’s quite interesting and seems to like trouble. Take a look:
Divine Warrior (Working Title)
I started down the dark alley, intent on the man hunched over the woman near the dumpster. Deep in the shadows, they would have gone unnoticed by any normal person walking by. But I wasn’t any normal person. My eyesight was perfect, as good in the dark as it was in the light, and I could see every detail of the couple before me, right down to the white fangs that were inches from the woman’s exposed neck. She dangled helplessly in his arms, no doubt as oblivious to what he was about to do as the music thrumming from the building next to them.
“Should have known I’d find you in a place like this, Thaddeus,” I called out. “It reeks of your kind. You know — dark, dirty, smells like shit.”
He stopped, the woman’s skin not yet pierced. I’d make sure it stayed that way. His eyes cut through the darkness of the alley and focused on me as I approached him with a calm stride.
“Sexy Lexie,” he recited as he held the woman back with one arm, greeting me with a smile.
God, I hated that name. I locked onto his features as I drew near enough for contact. “I missed you, Thad. You left so suddenly the last time I saw you, we never got a chance to talk.” I motioned toward the girl. “Breakfast?”
“Maybe just a snack,” he said as his eyes darted around. I could tell by his body language that he was getting ready to skip on me again.
Fool me once…
I slowly dropped my hands and started fingering the leather casings hanging from the belt at my hips. “You’re going to make me do this the hard way, aren’t you?”
As if in answer, the whites of his eyes became blood-red, and I lunged for him, one of my daggers sinking into his shoulder and pinning him to the wall before the woman’s body even hit the ground. I held my hand on the hilt sticking out of his shoulder, while holding the other dagger up in front of his face. I shook my head at him swaying the dagger before his eyes mockingly. “Thaddeus, I’m starting to get the feeling that you don’t like me. Now, why would that be? All I’ve ever wanted to do was talk.”
His fangs hung low from his lips, an instinctual defense for his kind. The same reaction they got when they wanted to feast on someone. The same reaction that made me want to skewer his neck.
“You don’t talk to vampires. Everybody knows that,” he slurred through his teeth. “You just leave a trail of their body parts.”
“Now you’re just trying to flatter me. Honestly, Thad, I only want to talk. If you tell me what I want to know, I’ll let you go.”
“And if I don’t?”
“I’ll start the body part trail from the feet up.”
He tried to stay unnerved as I held him, but I caught the slightest flinch of his eyes with my threat.
“What do you want to know?”
“Good boy. Word on the street is you know everybody who’s anybody in your slimy little vamp world. I’m looking for one in particular. About 6’4, black hair, likes leather, and has a tacky-looking tattoo of a fire-breathing bat on his upper left chest. Sound familiar?”
He recognized who I was asking about the minute I mentioned the tat. I could almost see him picturing the bloodsucker in his puny little head, it was that obvious.
“Who is he, Thaddeus? I’m going to find out from you, one way or another.” I twisted the dagger at his shoulder and the minute he opened his mouth to cry out, I stuck the tip of my other one to the roof of his mouth. “Maybe I should start keeping souvenirs.”
“If he knew I told you about him, he’d kill me anyway. Probably in ways you can’t even imagine. You’re asking me about one of the oldest and most powerful of our kind. You may be a Descendent, but you’re not that powerful. He’d eat you alive. None of your little homemade weapons would be able to stop him.”
“I’ll make sure to tell him how highly you thought of him when I meet him. Notice my emphasis on ‘thought’, because you won’t have your head much longer if you don’t tell me who is he and where can I find him.” I pierced the roof of his mouth with the dagger. The blade was enforced with a special coating of silver-laced enamel that could melt into their flesh the minute I pressed a button on the hilt. Enough silver in their system and I wouldn’t need to make parts. Cleaner, but much less satisfying. I tapped the button just a tad to make him squirm and know I meant business.
He screamed like a little girl.
“Stoker! His name’s Stoker, but I don’t know where he is. I told you, he’s one of the most powerful vampires there is. You don’t get to know where he is unless he wants you to know it, and I’m not on that list, I swear it.”
“You’ve gotta be shittin me! This guy’s name is Stoker? Like Bram Stoker? As in Dracula? Give me a fucking break. This vamp sounds more like a circus act than the almighty powerful one you claim he is. So, who do you know that can tell me where I can find this clown?”
“I don’t know. People are pretty tight-lipped about him. Maybe someone that hangs out at Pulse might know. I’ve heard rumors that some of his progeny hang out there.”
Wonderful. Pulse was only the biggest vamp hangout in the city. It was an exclusive nightclub owned by some political hotshot who had no idea that some of its patrons were drinking more than the booze on its fluorescent three-story shelves. I’d hung out on the roof of the building across from it on several occasions in hopes of catching a glimpse of my vamp, but never saw him. I did manage, however, to catch a few of the lone vamps that came out with unknowing victims. Needless to say, karma became their bitch when I was done with them. I was only inside one time, but the urge to pull out my daggers and go postal was too overwhelming, and the odds of hundreds to one didn’t sit well with my survival instincts. I’d have to find a way to get over that it seemed.
I took the dagger away from Thaddeus’ face and sheathed it but kept the other one in his shoulder, my hand still on the hilt. “You’ve been a great help, Thad. For that, I’m going to leave you whole today. But before I let you go, I want you to know some things: If I ever see you feeding on someone again, this relationship is over and I will take a souvenir. And if you ever call me sexy again, you’ll be my souvenir … mounted on my wall … alive. Spread the word.”
I took the dagger from his shoulder and he fell to the ground, clutching the hole that was surely healing already, keeping him from being able to skip out instantly. I turned my back on him, spread my wings, and flew up to the roof above.
Looking down at him, I called out, “Oh, and Thaddeus, if you see Stoker around? Tell him I’ve got a special little cage with his name on it.”
You see why I can’t hold her back? She’s loud and she’s on a mission! Maybe I’ll take on the Greek Gods another time, but for now, Lexie’s got me in her head and she’s not letting go. And don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten about the Fate Series. Their story isn’t finished yet and I’ve still got a lot to tell you about it!
I’m off to see where she’s headed next. C ya!
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