It was a dark and stormy night.

Years ago, Connor wouldn’t even have considered going out in it. It was cold, wet and uninviting. Staying in had more appeal.

Things had changed.

If nobody had hunted, or cared to share, there was nothing to eat. Only the cold, stale blood in the fridge, for use in time of emergency.

He was hungry and it hurt. Emergency ( Read more... )

Connor hadn’t taken well to the whole being a vampire thing. Something about being a vegetarian. So Becker was surprised when Connor enthusiastically handed him a warm cup of blood.

It was the right temperature and texture, but it just wasn’t the same if you didn’t have a pounding vein from a petrified victim to bite into. Lady Jessica looked ( Read more... )

Jessie was cold.

It was that deep cold, seeping into your bones, making you feel as if you would never be warm again.

Shivering, she huddled closer against the wall, dragging her threadbare rags tighter around her. As if that would help. There had been no food today, or yesterday. The day before there had been that loaf of bread she’d managed to ( Read more... )

Winter came around faster every year.

Becker walked slowly through the crowded streets, avoiding the last minute shoppers, the people hurrying out of work and running for cars or buses, anything to get them home and warm and out of the crush of the rat race for a few days.

He looked up at the lights that were hung high above the streets, pointless ( Read more... )