The Crimson Reign: Novel Behind the Novel

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When I was writing Walking in the Shadows I decided that I needed to really know the “novel” that inspired the murders that drive the storyline. So, I started to actual write the Crimson Reign (Crimson Reign, #1). I decided that I am going to share a little bit of what I wrote for the fake novel. I designed a pretty gorgeous cover for the fake book too. Do you like it? I’d love to design one for your novel ;).

Please note: This is not a publish novel, nor was it ever meant to be published. It was a writing exercise in order to better understand my characters in Walking in the Shadows.

“Time to hunt,” Evan said, clapping his hands together, his sharp retractable incisor teeth protruding.

Faye leaned up on her tip toes and kissed his neck. “Let’s.”

“I’m good,” I replied looking back down at the book I was reading. We weren’t nocturnal and I wasn’t a fan of night feeding.

“Not hungry?” Evan asked as he leaned down and put his face in front of mine.

“Not in the least,” I said, my voice sounding meeker than the ferocity I felt.

He struck the book from my hand and grabbed me by the shoulder hard enough to bruise as he yelled, “What’s wrong with you lately?”

I slapped his hand away. “You aren’t the boss of me Evan.”

“I’m the leader of this coven whether or not you like it,” he hissed, shaking his arm. There was no doubt in my mind that I had bruised him back and that I had bruised his ego, too.

“I don’t,” I retorted in a matter of fact voice. Being a vampire was so dramatic sometimes.

“And what pray tell would you do about it? Leave?” Faye teased, dancing in front of Evan and running her hands across his chest, “I think not.”

She had her back to me now as she rubbed her body against his and then bit his lip. I rolled my eyes as I tried to look away from them. My life was filled with these awkward moments 99% of the time. I didn’t have a mate and they felt the need to rub it in my face, or complain about it. Either way I wasn’t in the mood for their nasty feeding and make-out fest.

“I think you need a mate,” Evan commented in between kisses with her.

“Don’t you dare try to convince Collin into trying seduce me again,” I said, thinking of the other single coven member. They had chosen him for me, and weren’t very pleased when I decided he was almost as much the scum of the earth as they were; as we were.

“Then come feed, you can’t starve forever,” Faye begged with sweet pout. It was fake though, she really didn’t care.

“I’m good,” I repeated.

“Why are you so stubborn? They deserve what’s coming to them. This is what we were put here to do. They are our prey. God put us here to do this,” Evan explained forcefully.

I watched as Collin, Aria and Leo entered the room ready for the hunt.

“Is she getting a conscience again?” Aria guessed, flipping her curly golden locks.

“I don’t like that theory,” Evan growled as he turned on Aria and pushed her to the wall. “So keep your opinions to yourself.”

“She’s just like the Gray’s. Sorry excuses for vampires,” Aria retorted, pushing back against Evan. She was weaker than me, though and couldn’t free herself from his grip.

“Us equal to the humans?” Collin spat with his black eyes narrowed on me.

“Live among humans?”  Leo added as he pulled Evan off of Aria. They acted like beasts, no wonder we couldn’t live among humans. They would all be running for their lives—too bad they wouldn’t get far.

“The Grays live with them?” I asked, jumping over the couch and grabbing my book of the floor.

“You already act like one—reading. What a waste of time,” Leo commented as he sniffed Aria’s hair before kissing it.

We were supposed to be more evolved than the humans, yet we acted like this. I felt the bile rising under the pale skin of my throat. That was the reason I couldn’t feed; these idiots made me nauseous with their sexual behaviors and lack of any sort of inhibition.

“You’re coming with us whether or not you like it,” Evan demanded before grabbing me by my arm and throwing me over his shoulder. His finger dug into my collar bone, and I couldn’t fight him. He knew it was the only way I wouldn’t.

~~~

I knew I couldn’t run from them forever. They would fine me, not because they cared but for their own selfish motives. My only way out was this; I would do it before they could find me. I lay down and stared up at the stars and kissed them goodbye with one slice of each pale wrist. The metallic stench was overwhelming. It called me to feed, but it would do nothing to save me now. I watched the pink veins being to flow forward as the blood cycled towards the deep cuts and out. I let my wrists lay in the cool crimson puddles and tried to forget the pain.  I hoped there was a God to save me at the other end of this.

“What the hell are you doing?” a deep, intoxicating voice interrupted.

“Finding a way out—away from them,” I replied as I watched his face come into view over me. It was blurred by the moon that was making a halo over his head. I had thought the stench of the freshly manure covered field would hide my blood from other vampires.

“Why?” he pried as his voice softened.

His face focused through the blur of the moon and I found myself staring into the sterling eyes of Colby Gray. He was a name and face I knew but a voice I had never heard.

“We’re beasts, diabolical beasts. I can’t do it anymore,” I choked out in a rasp whisper. I knew that his strong ears would be the only thing that could hear my weakened voice. It was working; I was dying, finally.

“They’re beasts, you don’t have to be,” he murmured as he swept me into his arms.

“I’m done for already,” I said. I could hear my heartbeat fading from a thump to a pitter. Yes, that much closer to never having to kill again.

“We’ll save you—?”

“Nara Cabe,” I managed with a slurred voice, the words painfully coming as my head lolled against his shoulder.

“Nara Gray now,” he replied, brushing a tear away from my face. My body was numb, but his cool finger was like an electric shock. I fought hard against the weakness in my limbs as he ran faster and faster. His face was desperate, and I could tell he didn’t know if they could save me. I wished I had known they would have been willing to save me. The Grays—the coven mine despised so much. The one I would now become if I could only convince my heart to stop beating the life out of itself.

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