The Carrion Gulch Chronicles

The Age of Drusilla And Spike

A vampire is a creature who feeds off of a living animal such as a human. In order to survive, vampires must feed often and in large quantities...

In the early 1800's a gothic vampire named Drusilla sired a young nobleman, William Harding. William was in his early twenties when he was turned and lived for well over 120 years after under the alias of Spike. He crowned himself this after the Massacre of the Noble Gents, where he used railroad spikes to impale his victims through either the heart or head or crusify them on the walls of their homes. For ten days, every nobleman that Harding had known or had contact with was killed in this fashion...

Around the same time as the siring of William Harding, a young noblewoman, Cecily Adams was to marry a gentleman from the family of Romanis. The Romanis family was wealthy and well known for their taste in woman. However, three days before the wedding, Adams found her soon-to-be husband crusified to their bedroom wall with railroad spikes...

Chapter One

Her lips were soft, gentle. They were everything William imagined them to be and more. Perhaps it was his heightened senses, or perhaps it was Drusilla's beauty, but he could swear that he could almost hear the blood sing inside of him. The new blood. The blood he had taken from another.

"Is it always like this?" he breathed, still lost in his senses. Drusilla laughed into his mouth and kissed him again. "Is it always so..."

"Wonderful?" she finished, putting the words, literally, into his mouth. William nodded, begging to be kissed again. Drusilla wrapped her arms around his waist and pulled him closer. Again and again she kissed his lips, pressing harder, wandering deeper. William accepted the beautiful torture over and over again until he felt his lips bruise. Even then, he never wanted the feeling to end. He never wanted to feel anything else for the rest of his life...

"Drusilla?" a voice asked from the opposite end of the ally. Drusilla broke away, turning to face the newcomer. Even in the shadow, William could see that he was tall, broad and thick. He took a few swaggering steps forward and into the moonlight. His new lover giggled and strode forward, leaving William to fend alone.

"Oh, Daddy, look what I've made." she said, her voice laced with mischief. William smiled, unsure of himself and this new creature standing before him. The tall man stepped closer, a scowl now apparent on his features.

"And what exactly is it." the man asked, towering over William with a sense of seniority. Drusilla placed a gloved hand over the man's bicep and cooed into his ear,

"A new toy. I found it all broken to pieces. But I fixed it. Made it new again." she whispered, running her tongue over her teeth. William cocked his head and narrowed his eyes at Drusilla. The man just laughed and reached out roughly, taking William by the throat. Quickly, Will reached up and clawed at the massive hands crushing his larynx. Dru just watched, her lips pursed.

"Now, now, Daddy. Don't hurt him. He's been such a good boy." she said, laced fingers tickling the coat pocket over the man's chest. Angel glanced at her and then back at William.

"So, is this your revenge?" he asked, slowly releasing William's throat. Drusilla hung her head and looked up through her lashes. Suddenly, she barked and snapped at the man's face.

"Revenge is for the wicked. I only want to play." she admitted. "Made a new toy so I'm never alone."

She slowly slithered from behind the man and seductively sauntered toward Will. "Made a new friend. Darker than night. Blacker than black. Sweeter than honey and sharper than..." she stopped, reaching out and stroking the side of William's face. She giggled and turned back to the tall brute. "Sharper than spikes."