Here is a special preview of the first chapter of A Vampire Satire: a short fiction story I’ve written as a Halloween treat for the month of October. For subscribers and those who choose to subscribe to my newsletter the first installment is FREE. If you decide you like the story you can purchase all four chapters for $.99 (99 cents). The remaining 3 installments will arrive in your inbox each Monday until the end of the month.
(Non subscribers can order A Vampire Satire for $1.99 using the payment button below. The remaining installments will be sent to your email inbox each Friday throughout the month of October).
by
Christine McKellar
I became one of the undead a week ago. It happened at a nightclub on the Las Vegas Strip where I really had no business being— not at my age, anyway. And the prickster who did it (forgive the pun, but I am damn near hysterical these days) was a well-sculpted gorgeous young man whom I had no business flirting with in the first place. Until Greg came along, I was one of the millions of rational people who don’t believe in vampires or any undead ghouls, ghosties, or goblins.
I am, I mean I WAS, sick to death of seeing vampire literature swamping the major bookstores. Technically speaking, I’m still sick of vampire anything but sick “to un-death” is more the reality for me these days. Me being a writer of genuine fiction, not TREND fiction, it galls me because I know scores of decent writers are being overlooked while agents and publishers go gaga and line their pockets while they ride a wave that has no real or lasting substance.
No one could touch the vampire genre like Anne Rice did twenty years ago. I can see now that she had cleverly written the true history of vampires and sold it to the public in a so-called fictional novel format. However, the vampire/undead media mania of the past two years has burst all bounds of decency and morality. I mean, there are vampire soap operas on the cable channels for Pete’s sake! And the teenage vampire books and movies? Blockbusters all the way around, for a crowd that’s too young to stay up after curfew much less after midnight.
For centuries vampires were viewed as soulless, cold-blooded, corpse-like, blood-sucking mythical monsters. Now that I’ve become one and now that I’m thinking about it, with no threat of death and eternal damnation hanging over their—oops—our heads, why should vampires ever have any qualms about drinking and draining the very life’s blood out of mere helpless mortal men, women and children? Armed with supernatural strength, unholy beauty and the ability to move faster than a speeding bullet, it’s only natural that the undead have developed into a highly secretive, ego-driven sect. The major down side, of course, is the inherent, and deadly, allergy to sunlight.
Your post is an inspiration for me to study more about this issue. I must concede your lucidity widened my views and I will forthwith snatch your rss feed to remain up to date on any incoming articles you might publish. Bravo for a well done article!