Interview with a Vampire Hunter is over 40,000 words of engrossing and tantalising words
Extract:
Tyrus sipped his beer in the dimly lit pub and muttered under his breath. He was hungry, restless and moody. It had been three days since he had last had a taste of human blood, and even that had been dismal.
He cringed as he remembered the smell of the unconscious, homeless man he had been desperate enough to drink from. The blood had not sat well with him. The man was practically dying, and his blood was tainted with far too much alcohol for a human to possibly survive. It left a sour taste in his mouth.
The two hundred year old vampire surveyed the slim pickings from his corner of the dingy bar. Two old men were sitting in a back booth, talking about how they had escaped their wives for a night. Along the pub's only window, a large group of married couples sat at a table, laughing loudly at some joke made by their fat and balding friend. The regular bartender was sitting in a corner, looking bored.
