And...I'm back with another vampire story. What is it about these creatures that makes them so fun to write? This has nothing to do with my other series of vampire stories, though, in somewhat of a way, perhaps it does... I've given these vampires a bit more of a horrific touch, and the prologue is about as bloody as it's going to get, so don't be too worried! Just needed to start this on a bit of a scary foot. To sum up this story, vampires have invaded the planet, almost outnumbering humans, and almost all of the slayers have disappeared or been killed off. Jesse is a different sort of vampire, one who has a unique trace of goodness left in him, and the story explains how he manages to stay this way and tells about the people (or vampires) in his life that make a difference. Plenty of action and romance, so hang onto your hats and enjoy!
Code Green
Prologue
Police sirens wailed high above the other noises of New York City at 2:45 A.M. Flashes of blue and red shone across decrepit apartment complexes, searing in through shattered glass and dancing with the moonbeams on broken concrete floors. They stretched out across fluttering wisps of paper and reached their beams across the massacre that awaited them. Bodies twisted in death, already red with blood and nearly blue with the chill that came from no longer living, lay in wait for the police, silent witnesses to the menace who had sucked their lives away only minutes before. There were nine of them, nine members of a gang that had once been responsible for the murders of countless others but who now lay dead in their own blood, victims at last to the fate they had brought upon nameless innocents.
Squad cars came to a screeching stop in front of the bodies, and the police rushed out, hurriedly taping off the area to keep any unwanted onlookers from drawing near to the scene of death. Even the strongest of officers, the first on the scene of a crime and the last off, were sickened by what met their eyes. Bodies coated in blood, eyes open and staring, bones crushed so terribly that there seemed to be no bones left, and deep gashes, like stabs from a knife, embedded in each one of the gang member's necks.
There was no shame in throwing up, and several of the good officers did so before they set to work searching for the cause of this massacre and waiting for the ambulances to arrive. They never saw bright yellow eyes gazing at them from the shadows of the buildings before turning away and disappearing into the darkness like a ghoul of the night. Had they not been so disgusted with the scene before them, they might have investigated an adjoining alley and found a young woman there, dressed in the clothing of a prostitute, curled up in a ball, so grateful that she had been rescued from the advances of the gang members. They would have seen her rescuer step out of the shadows towards her, would have seen her throw her arms around the man's neck and give him a sample of her trade before her eyes widened in horror and she took off running in the opposite direction.
And seconds later, when she started screaming in terror as a body crashed against her and sent her flying into a brick wall, her neck immediately snapping, they might possibly have been able to help.