Extract from my Novel!

This is a scene from my novel ‘The Secret Artist’, from chapter twenty one; Broken Soul. As many of you may know I’m a huge Twilight fan and thus vampires too. So I guess you could say this little scene is my dedication to vampires. It’s a small scene, practically irrelevant to the main story, but it’s one of my favourites because it’s when Alice (the main character, a 15 year old human girl) discovers her friends (the Denahi, who are guardians of nature) can morph into mythical animals as well as ordinary ones (their ability to morph helps them maintain nature).

Naome Morris
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“Do it, Monica!” Eugene said as his voice began to fade. “She needs it. Not too much, you must remember – you know what will happen.”
“I’ll do it,” Monica said.
“Promise you’ll make her if she refuses?”
“Yes.”
“And you will stop her if she persists?”
“Take Aliah away, Eugene, now.”
“Monica?!”
“I promise. I can do this. Go!”
There was sudden silence. I now heard the gentle whimpering sounds I made as I cried.
“It’s alright now, Alice,” Monica said.
I felt her warm snow-white hand reach over into my coiled body and she lifted up my chin. The room was empty.
“Robert…” I said.
“He left,” Monica replied. “This is how he’s learnt to deal with things now; you have to accept that. He’ll come round. You need to sit up now, Alice. Your head is bleeding quite badly but I can help. Come on.”
I obeyed; her tone was soft and comforting. The ache in my heart still burned but it had been a relief to cry.
“You might not like this part,” she said.
She opened her delicate lips and a set of fangs emerged gently from her pearly set of teeth.
“You’re a…vampire?” I breathed.
“Am I a lion or flacon or dolphin?” she murmured. “It’s not just animals we can morph into; some mythical creatures can also be mimicked. All we need is to know the mechanics of a creature…I’m merely using vampire fangs. No venom.”
She raised her own wrist and I flinched impulsively as she drove her fine, dainty fangs into her flesh. As her fangs withdrew I saw them coated in red. She wrapped her tongue skilfully around both fangs, licking them clean.
“You need to drink my blood,” she said.
A pulse of fear ran through my veins and the feeling made my stomach churn. “No,” I protested.
“You should know now that we heal easily,” Monica said. “Just one sip of my blood will shock your system. You won’t need anymore. The shock will heal you within a matter of seconds.”
“I can’t drink your blood, Monica,” I said.
“Alice, you cracked you skull open. And if you don’t hurry I’ll have to make another wound for you feed from; I’m about to heal already.”
I wrapped my hand around her wrist, held my breath and yanked it towards my lips. I wrapped my lips around the wounds and let my tongue slide gently over the marks; the second I tasted the iron-rich flavour I felt my senses enhance rapidly. The flavour grew sweet. My body reacted, knowing well how badly I needed the nutrition. I let a pleasurable gasp slip as I clung tighter to her pearly skin with my lips and sucked barbarically hard.
A sweet river of thick blood flowed into my mouth, swimming around my tongue and pouring down my throat in masses. I wanted more. The taste was good; it made me better. What could I become if I drank more, forever resilient?
“Enough, Alice,” Monica said. “You are healing already.”
She tugged at her wrist but I grasped harder. The contrast of the blood running over her white skin at that moment was divine to me. The taste in my mouth was sheer bliss.
Monica ripped her hand away from my mouth as she pushed my head back. “Alice!” she hissed.
I still wanted more; my craving was agony; a burning, throbbing, aching, irrational desire.
“Our blood is so rich,” she said after she had licked clean the loose bits of blood over her now-healed wound. “It’s addictive to any human. Humans crave what they need in their diets, and our blood is capable of many things for humans.”
“Sorry,” I said, breathing heavily, gasping as I tried to control myself.