Heir of Darkness
Heir of Darkness is an urban fantasy/horror novel about a mother named Camillia and her young son, Richard, from the South Side of Chicago.
As Richard comes of age in the early 1990's, he is forced to confront a terrifying secret about his mother’s past and his own terrible heritage. Will he decide to accept his bloody birthright? And if he does, what will become of the world?
Interruptions
“So tell me,” Camillia started, almost whispering, “What’s so special about tonight? Why do I now get to see this beautiful place of yours?”
“Tonight is the night I let you into my world,” Andre replied with a strange look in his eyes. “I had to make sure you were the one.”
“The one?” Camillia asked. “The one for what?”
“This is the night I make you my queen. This is the night I make you immortal.”
Camillia pulled away and looked at him curiously. “What does that mean?”
He smiled, his mouth opening slowly, revealing long, pointed fangs. Camillia thought this was some sort of sick joke but something in the back of her mind and in the depths of her soul began to scream for her to run.
She tried to move but all she could do was look into those deep, dark brown eyes. Pinpoints of blood red light appeared in the middle of his pupils.
He’s got me under a real spell, but I can’t fight him. He would never hurt me. The words echoed in her mind yet they could not quite drown out the screaming deeper within her, the pleading for her to fight. But she could not fight. Andre’s gaze would not allow it.
He looked up an instant before the bedroom door came crashing in. His face twisted into a terrible mask of bestial savagery and hunger. His mouth gaped impossibly wide and a frustrated roar tore through the room.
Attack!
Richard realized later that night that he had left his wallet over Tim’s house. He was walking back to his friend’s place and berating himself for his forgetfulness.
“I never leave my wallet over someone’s house,” he fussed. “I’m glad it didn’t have money in it.” He heard a growl over his shoulder.
“Uh oh...” he whispered. He turned his head slowly. The German shepherd was back, and this time it was snarling. “Don’t run...don’t run...” he pleaded to himself.
He looked over his shoulder once more and when he did the dog was growling and baring his teeth. Richard could feel the contents in his lower intense shifting.
The animal charged.
Richard gave in to his shuddering knees and exploded into a full run. He ran faster than he had ever run in his life. He felt his heart pounding violently in his chest as the sound of paws beating the pavement grew louder and louder. The hairs on his neck stood on end and tingled almost painfully.
It seemed as if he had been running forever. His breath grew ragged and burned his lungs. He looked over his shoulder again, praying the dog would disappear as he did earlier. The beast, however, was less than an arm’s length behind him.
Run! was the only thought in his mind. The animal leapt and all Richard could see was those hideous fangs...
With Friends Like These...
"You guys wouldn’t believe the powers they have," Eric chuckled. The power to fly, to have any woman you want. These guys can even turn into smoke!”
“Damn,” Major said. “You’re sick...”
“Yeah,” Tim agreed. “You need serious help.”
Eric looked around to see Richard standing just outside the cell. Tim and Major looked stunned when they saw their friend. His clothes were riddled with bullet-holes and his face had a number of holes in it as well.
The look in Richard’s shimmering red eyes as he glared at his two best friends caused a chill to run through both of them. The fury in his visage was tinged with contempt, betrayal, and hunger in equal parts.
“Rich!” Eric exclaimed delightedly. “I thought you’d never make it!” He stepped closer to the bars, a gleeful rictus stretching from ear to ear. “Before you start tearing heads off, Rich, why don’t you get me outta here?”
“Good idea,” Richard said with a toothy grin. He reached into the cell with one arm and grabbed the misfit’s collar. Richard gave a quick, strong yank that brought Eric face first into the bars with a loud clang.
“Hey!” Eric yelled, spitting blood and several teeth as he struggled in vain to free himself from Richard’s grasp. “What are you doing?”
“I’m doing what you suggested,” Richard explained. The evil grin morphed into a bestial snarl. “I’m tearing heads off.”