By now, Urban Harvest: Tales of the Paranormal in New York City, is available on Amazon.
The only author I haven’t interviewed here is myself. But since that strikes me as a little bit crazy, I’m just going to share an excerpt from my story in the anthology. Originally, I wasn’t going to write a story about vampires, since I’m always doing that in my Vampire in the City series. But as it was coming together, I realized there were no other stories about vampires, and that made me sad. So I wrote this story to fill the proverbial gap.
Vampires of the G Train
Deciding that keeping him talking was the best strategy, she asked, “Are you going to turn me into a vampire?”
The man looked surprised. “No. Why? Do you want to be a vampire?”
“Sure. I mean, it sounds so interesting.”
“I guess it’s pretty cool,” he admitted. “Even though I’m kind of new at it.”
“What do you like best about being a vampire?” Claire asked.
“Besides the blood?”
Claire gave the generally accepted hand gesture for hurry it up.
“Well, doesn’t everyone want to live forever and stay young and beautiful?” he asked.
Claire tilted her head to the side and gave him a questioning look.
“I mean young,” he quickly amended.
Then what Claire had been waiting for happened. With a lurch, the train finally started moving again.
The man frowned. “Must be on some kind of a switch or a timer.”
But Claire didn’t want him to notice what was happening with the train, so she said, “What’s your name, anyway?”
“Do people call you Harry?”
“Anyway, Harold, I’m Claire. So, can you tell me what it’s like being a vampire?”
“Well, I’m new at this,” Harold admitted.
“You said that. How new? Like are you less than a thousand years old or something?”
“I was just turned about a week ago. As I was saying, you are meant to be my first kill.”
“Me, specifically?” Claire asked. “Or just any idiot who wandered into the train alone at night?”
“Not you specifically,” Harold said, almost smiling.
Claire suddenly had an idea. “How about I bring you over my boyfriend’s apartment instead? He’s much bigger than me, and that means more blood for you.”
The man shook his head. “I’m not supposed to get off the train.”
The G train had just pulled into a station, and the doors dinged open.
“Well, that works out for me,” Claire said. She managed to twist around enough to land a pointy elbow in his inner thigh before jumping up and leaping off the train. Unfortunately, something caught her mid-leap.
Harry had caught her around the waist and pulled her back into the train as the doors closed.
“Good try. I’m not letting go of you again.” He sat back down and pulled her beside him. Then he yanked her head to the side until her throat was by his mouth.
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