Knight Fall excerpt
I am finishing up the first book of a new vampire series called Knight Fall. It took precedent over the third Witchy Wolf book due to the fact that it will be included in a multi-author bundle which has a deadline. Here’s an excerpt:
May 20, 2264
Alex smelled the blood before she saw it. Even though she chose to no longer drink blood from humans, the scent still affected her. She fought to control her instincts. If her eyes changed to neon green and her fangs descended, the uniformed cops around her would likely react quickly, even in their confusion. She wouldn’t be able to mesmer all of them before at least one got a shot off, and the last thing she wanted was to contaminate the scene with her blood. She should be able to clean up, but she couldn’t be certain she’d remove all traces. Luckily, after 225 years of being a vampire, she had developed an iron will and tamped down the sudden need to vamp out. Prevention was much easier the damage control. She entered the bedroom and surveyed the scene.
Alex nodded at the uniformed cop. “Sarge. What do we know?” The sergeant wiped sweat from his brow. Alex thought from the redness of his pale, freckled face and the way his uniform shirt looked as though the buttons would pop off at any moment due to his excessive weight, added to the copious amount of sweat she could smell before she entered the room that Sgt. Willis was a heart attack waiting to happen.
“The call came in to dispatch as an anonymous tip. The caller stated that someone at this address was dead. Dispatch traced the call to an unregistered com. The closest available unit came to check it out and found the dead body. The victim has been identified by scan as Mary Brown. DOB 2 – 2 – 32 which puts her at 32 years of age. Background scan showed she’s a P2 with a pimp who goes by the name of Moe ‘D.”
Alex frowned. A P2 level prostitute worked on the street, and even though the 2 denoted a pimp controlled her services, it didn’t necessarily mean she lived with him.
The Sarge scrolled down his handheld to refresh his memory on the rest of the victim’s information. “No children on record. Only living relative is a sister whose last known address is New L.A. The victim’s last known address is a flop on Henry.”
“Have you located the owner of the house?”
The Sarge shook his head. “There isn’t one. House is listed as unoccupied. Put on the market six months ago. It’s listed with Waterman Realty.”
The name of the realty company surprised Alex. Waterman Realty generally only accepted listings in high income areas. This neighborhood was not on the lowest end, but it was definitely lower than middle class. Not Waterman Realty’s usual client.
“That’s all we know right now.”
“Thanks Sarge. Have your Unis canvas the neighborhood. I’ll take it from here.”
Alex scanned the room, her eyes taking in every detail. The realtor had done a decent job of staging it considering the neighborhood. The walls were painted a cheerful blue, and lacy white curtains covered the barred windows. Aluminum furniture filled the room, but that wasn’t unusual. World War III destroyed the majority of the plants and trees, so they were now considered an endangered species in most safe zones. Only the richer citizens could afford to hire the furniture makers who went outside the safe zones to find wild trees not on the endangered list.
Alex’s eyes finally came to rest on the bed. She had saved it for last on purpose considering it was the main focus of the crime scene. What had once been a fluffy white comforter made of the same synthetic lace as the curtains was now crimson spattered. The vic lay spread eagle on the bed. Blue nylon rope bound her wrists and ankles to the dull silver head and foot rails of the bed. She was completely naked except for the scrap of red cloth covering her eyes in a make shift blindfold.
Violet flashes marred both breasts. The nipple was missing from the right one. It looked as though it was a clean slice. Drying blood ran in trails down her skin to the bed. Some pooled on her flat stomach. Alex continued to study the body. When she came to the pearl handle sticking out from between the victim’s legs and the copious amounts of blood underneath this section of the bed, her lip curled in disgust. Monsters definitely walked amongst the humans, but too often, it was one of their own playing the part.