My first novel, Song of the Vampire, Book 1 of The Vampyr Trilogy, has been revamped. After writing Sex, Blood, Rock 'N' Roll, and Vampyr, I felt some changes were necessary.
The Prologue that had nothing to do with the story has been completely eliminated. Chapter one has been rewritten focusing more on the characters than vampires in general. Insignificant material has been removed from all of the chapters and some new material has been added to enhance the story without altering it.
This book is the beginning for Quinn, Nadia, Tristan, Giselle, and Lacey. If you have read Sex, Blood, Rock 'N' Roll, and Vampyr, Book 1 of the Bloodline Trilogy, you will enjoy the backstory on these characters.
Excerpt from Chapter 1
Welcome to Vampyr 2007
Saturday night found Vampyr rocking to capacity. It was loud, dark, and smoky inside of the venue. Customers occupied every table and barstool. Some stood along the bar mingling and soaking in the sounds.
Vampires sipped blood from wine glasses giving the appearance of wine. Mortals sipped wine, downed beer from beer bottles, or indulged in the bar’s most famous Cajun drink; the Bloody Mary.
Ice Dragon, a popular up and rising local mortal cover band, drew near the end of their first gig at the venue. They have a large following wherever they play, and their appearance here tonight brought in a huge crowd. Part of their appeal could be Nadia, the drop-dead gorgeous female singer and the three hot male musicians backing her, but the main attraction is Nadia's amazing voice.
At the end of the second-to-last song, Nadia began to speak. "Let's hear it for the incredible Jason Guillot on drums, the marvelous Brad MacAlister on keyboard, and the fabulous Mark Thibodaux on guitar. These guys rock! Thanks to everyone for coming out tonight. Be safe, and we'll see you next Saturday at ten at the Crow's Nest." She went into their last song, a beautiful hard rock rendition of Whiter Shade of Pale.
Aside from having the voice of an angel, Nadia looked exceptionally radiant with her long, dark hair flowing, her large blue eyes enhanced with black eyeliner and smoky eye shadow, and her lips painted bright red. Her black spandex mini tank dress emphasized cleavage and a trim, petite figure. Black high heels complemented her killer legs. One wondered if the large cross she wore around her neck was to ward off vampires or attract them.
At the end of the song, Nadia placed the microphone back in its place on the stand while everyone applauded and cheered.
Jason, Mark, and Brad began to pack up the band's equipment while Nadia had been designated to take care of business.
“I'm shocked Nick wasn't here tonight, Nadia,” said Mark, placing his guitar in its case.
Nadia smiled and said, “Maybe it's finally starting to sink in that we're over.”
“Be careful,” said Jason. “I don't trust him. Why would he pick tonight to stop stalking you? Maybe you should let one of us drive you home just in case. I can bring you back to get your car tomorrow.”
“I'm concerned about you in that big house all alone,” said Brad.
Their voices echoed around her, and she appreciated their concern, but Nadia was going to be her usual independent self. She pulled her phone from her purse. “Thanks, guys, but I'll be all right. There are no messages, so maybe he's getting the picture. My car is just around the corner, and the house has a security system. I'll call the police if anything looks weird when I get home. You guys have girlfriends waiting. You don’t have to babysit me.”
After half-way convincing her friends not to worry about her, she told them goodnight and stepped over to the bar. A male vampire bartender walked over to her although other customers had been waiting much longer than she had for service. “What can I do for you?” he asked, ogling her.
Oh brother, thought Nadia. Can this guy be any more obvious? She grinned and said, “I need to see Tristan. He’s my contact here.”
“I'm sorry, but Tristan's not here right now. Is there something I can help you with?”
She shook her head and said, “Not unless you have the money to pay the band."
He laughed and said, “I'm afraid you'll have to see the owner about that. He’s in his office, down the hall, second door on the left.” He pointed to the hallway.
“Thanks,” said Nadia with a smile.
As she proceeded down the hallway, she noticed the restrooms and another unmarked door on each side. She knocked on the unmarked door to the left.
A male voice called from behind the door. “Come in; it’s open.”
Nadia slowly turned the knob and peeked inside of the small, dingy office illuminated by a single reading lamp on the desk. Across from the desk was a black leather sofa. One window looked out on the alleyway between Vampyr and the venue next door.
“Enter at your own risk,” said the vampire, spinning his chair around to face her.
Nadia stepped inside thinking this dude honestly thinks he’s a vampire. She couldn’t help but notice how incredibly beautiful he was. He seemed almost too young to own a bar. Arrogant she thought, but hot. His long, blond, curly hair spilled well below his broad shoulders cascading down his back in a disheveled manner, but yet he was still impeccably neat. His perfect face seemed almost angelic, but his beautiful blue eyes told her otherwise. His nose was straight and almost perfect. He had full sensuous lips. His black long sleeve shirt, open partially down the front paired with black jeans, appeared to be tailored to fit. The black boots on his feet seemed a little warm for July, but he looked comfortable in them.
“Hi,” said Nadia. “I’m with the band. I understand I need to see the owner. Would that be you?”
“In the flesh.” He pointed his index finger at her and said, “You must be that fabulous voice I heard out there.”
Nadia smiled and said, “That was me.”
He focused on her making eye contact and said, “You’re as beautiful as your voice, but I’m sure you hear that all the time.”
Nadia smirked and said, “Thanks and yes, as a matter of fact, I do, so you're not very original.”
She stepped over to the desk twisting strands of her hair around her fingers. “Are you saying you know something about music that you’re in a position to be such a critic?”
“Yes. I was a singer myself many, many years ago.”
“Well, it can’t be that many years ago. You look barely legal,” she said with a laugh.
“Looks are deceiving,” answered the vampire, sizing her up from his chair. “But I meant what I said, and you do have an incredible voice. I’ve been listening to you back here all night. I can't recall the last time I was so impressed with a singer.”
Nadia smiled. “Thank you. My dad was a singer, so I guess I got his genes.”
“Well, I guess that explains it then.” He eased back in his chair gazing at her. “What beautiful eyes you have.”
Nadia laughed checking him out. “Who do you think you are? The big bad wolf?”
“Stick around, and you’ll find out.” His eyes made contact with hers, and he sighed. “So what can I do for you tonight lovely lady?”
Nadia shrugged. “I was supposed to see Tristan for payment; only he’s not here. The bartender told me you would be the one who can help me. We do like to be paid you know.”
“I'm sorry. Of course! Forgive me for not taking care of that earlier. I'm so used to Tristan handling those things for me." He gestured at the decanter on his desk. "Would you like a glass of wine while you wait? It’s a fine red from Sicily.”
She nodded and said, “Sure. Why not?”
He poured her a glass and handed it to her.
She took the glass from him with a smile allowing her fingers to touch his and said, “Are you joining me, or am I drinking alone?”
“No. I’ve had my fill for the evening.” He looked at her and said, “You really do have beautiful eyes, you know.”
Nadia sipped the wine and smiled. “People tell me I have my excuse for a father’s eyes; only he didn’t stick around long enough for me to find out.”
The vampire scoffed and said, “Well. That's his loss.”
Nadia had ended her relationship with her boyfriend, Nick, a couple of weeks earlier, and, as far as she was concerned, it was over for once and for all. She found herself attracted to this mysterious man's charm and good looks. He is a little arrogant, she thought, but who cares. It's only going to be for one night. She stepped over to his chair twirling her hair. She leaned in close to him whispering, “What else can you do besides run a bar?”
He looked up at her, a little surprised by her boldness, and said, “Well. Aren’t you the little seductress?”
She batted her eyelashes and said, “When I’m bad, I’m damn good.”
He looked at her and snickered. “I’ll bet you are.”
Just as their lips were about to meet, the moment was interrupted by someone knocking.
“Yeah,” he yelled. “What is it?”
The bartender’s voice seeped through the door. “I need you out front for a second.”
He exhaled deeply looking at Nadia. "What great fucking timing. Where is Tristan when I need him?"
Nadia lifted her hands twisting her mouth.
“Okay. I’ll be right there,” he shouted to the bartender.
He turned back to Nadia and softly said, “Wait here for me. I won’t be long.”
Tristan was still out, and the new bartender's dire emergency was going over a list of supplies that needed immediate attention.
"Do we need the items on this list to continue operating smoothly?" asked the agitated vampire.
"Yes," said the bartender.
"Then you don't need to run it through Tristan or me. I rely on my bartenders to make decisions on simple matters such as supplies. I'll be in my office. Please don't disturb me unless it's an emergency."
"Okay," said the bartender. He scowled as the boss walked away.
The vampire returned to his office and closed the door twisting the lock. His eyes focused on Nadia. “New help. It takes them a while to catch on. I hope that didn’t take too long. It’s just the two of us now. You don’t seem afraid to be locked in here alone with me. I mean, after all, this is a vampire bar.”
Nadia laughed and said, “I don’t believe in vampires. I know it’s all theatrics. But I love the game.”
The vampire smirked pointing to her. “If you play with fire, you’re sure to get burned.”
“I can take care of myself.”
“Maybe so, maybe not!” He lowered himself into his desk chair and pulled out a checkbook from the drawer. “Business before pleasure, my love. What did you say your name was again?”
“I didn’t, but it’s Nadia. You can make the check out to Nadia Forrester.”
The vampire’s eyes widened as his jaw dropped. He looked at her and asked, “Did you say your name is… Nadia Forrester?”
She noticed his expression and wondered why he would have that reaction to her name. “Yes, I did.”
Feeling the need to be sure of her identity, he asked, “How old are you, Nadia Forrester?”
She shrugged raising her palms and said, “I just turned nineteen. I’ll be twenty on May 29th.”
He thought right age and date of birth. One last question would verify her identity without a doubt. “What are your parent’s names, Nadia?”
She snickered and said, “Do you need all that information for a check?”
He looked into her eyes and said, “You will tell me, won’t you.” She was unaware he was using his preternatural power of hypnosis on her.
“Lacey Lanning Forrester and my father’s name is Quinn Forrester. Is there some reason you're interrogating me with all of these questions?”
He raised his eyebrows smacking his palm against his forehead wondering how he could have been so oblivious. He took a good look at her wondering how he could have missed her strong resemblance to her mother not to mention the large deep blue eyes he had been admiring were his. His head was spinning wondering if he should tell her the truth. He wanted to reveal himself. If anyone could handle hearing the truth, he certainly felt this young woman could. After all these years, his past had coincidentally caught up with him. Too much time had gone by, and he didn’t want to waste any more. He decided just to go ahead and confess. If his intuition turned out to be wrong, and the outcome a disaster, he had the power to make her forget the conversation. He hoped he was right about her. He focused his eyes on Nadia. “Yes, there is.” He sighed, replacing the cap on his pen tapping it on his desk. “I do have something to tell you, but I’m just not sure how to tell you.”
Nadia shrugged. “Just say what you have to say. Whatever it is, I’m sure I can deal with it.”
He scoffed and said, “You make it sound so simple, but I’m afraid it's a bit complicated. What I have to tell you is about your family, and it may come as a shock to you.”
“My family?” Her eyes narrowed on him. “Wait! Are you getting ready to tell me you know my father?”
The vampire gave her a blank stare not sure how to answer.
"Oh my God," said Nadia running her hands over her face. "Are you trying to tell me you're my brother? I know he left my mom and ran off with some bimbo. Are you trying to tell me you’re their spawn?”
The vampire turned to face her shaking his head. “No, I’m not your brother. Look, I’m going to get right to the point. First of all, in spite of what you think, you’re in a real vampire bar, and I’m a real vampire. Don’t be fooled by the way I look. As I said earlier, looks are deceiving. The truth is, I was married to Lacey Lanning. I’m Quinn Forrester. I know I’m the last person you want to see, but I am, as you put it, your excuse for a father.”
Nadia began to laugh. She pointed her finger at him and said, “You? There’s no way you’re my father. My father disappeared eighteen years ago. He’s much older than you are. He would be like forty-one now.” She raised her hand pressing her fingers against her forehead shaking her head. “Oh, my God, this is not a good joke.”
Quinn looked her in the eye and said, “I’m not joking. I don’t blame you for not believing me. If I were you, I’m sure I wouldn’t believe me either. But it’s true. I’m Quinn Forrester; once a charismatic rock star, now a reclusive vampire. My name is on this check I’m about to give you.”
Quinn handed her the check. Her eyes drifted down to the name. Her hand covered her mouth. “Oh, my God! Okay, so you have the same name, but that doesn’t prove anything. You expect me to believe you’re a vampire. Come on.”
There was only one way to prove himself. Quinn displayed his fangs and lunged toward her with much greater speed than any human could ever move. Nadia could not believe her eyes. She shrieked and backed away. She was afraid, speechless, and shocked thinking; this can’t be real.
Quinn backed away holding up his palms. He faced her and said, “I’m so sorry I frightened you, but I could see you needed proof of what I am. Just know that I would never hurt you. Are you okay? I’m sorry. Do you believe me now?”
Catching her breath with her hand on her chest, she said, “I’m okay, just a little startled, that’s all. This is a lot to take in.” She snickered running her hand through her hair. “Vampires exist, and my father is a vampire. I’ve never thought the existence of vampires was even a remote possibility before, but I’m convinced now. I guess you just proved to me that vampires are real. Oh shit! We almost kissed a few minutes ago. Now you tell me that you’re my father.” Nadia placed her hands over her face. “This is a little embarrassing and shocking. Oh, my God, this is awkward.”
“Thank goodness for the interruption, and you’re not the only one. I’m so sorry about the almost kiss. I had no idea at the time. I would never have let that happen.”
“Hey, I came on to you,” she said, shrugging her shoulders.
“Like gangbusters,” said Quinn, returning to his chair.
“Well, I would never have guessed. I mean, physically we appear to be around the same age. You look like you could be mid to late twenties at most. I would never have thought you were forty-one. How can you look so young? How is it possible?”
Quinn looked her in the eye and explained. “I was twenty-three on that horrible night I became a vampire. Vampires don’t age because we're dead, and apparently, you don’t age after you die. So I still look the same, and, as long as I walk the earth, I'll look the same.”
Satisfied with his explanation for not aging, Nadia wondered what he planned to do to her if it had not come out who she was. Should she fear him? Is he a killer? She stepped over to his desk and stared at him coldly. “Look, I need to clear a couple of things up. And be honest with me, please. Were you going to suck my blood?”
He looked her in the eye and said, “Maybe, but remember I told you earlier; I’ve already had my fill for the evening.”
“Well excuse me, but I didn’t realize then you were talking about blood. Were you going to kill me?” asked Nadia, perturbed by his coldness.
“No. I don’t kill people. I just feed on them and erase it from their memory. All they ever remember is the wonderful experience they had with me.”
Nadia shook her head. “Damn, you’re arrogant. One more question. Why did you cheat on my mother, and were there others besides her? I mean considering you were going to jump into bed with me before you ever even got my name, I think it’s a fair question.”
He sneered and said, “Touché my dear. As I recall, you didn’t bother to get mine either. And for the record, it was just that one time. I loved your mother, and my life was much different then. I was happy with your mother; in love, a baby daughter, and my career was skyrocketing. What more could I have asked for?”
She slapped her hands on the desk and cried out, “So why did you do it? Why did you sleep with her? Why did you run off with her?”
“I didn’t run off with her.” He covered his face with his hands and said, “God, I was incredibly naïve. I met a woman in a bar. Believe me; I’m not making excuses. She must have used her power of hypnosis on me because I would never have left with her willingly. The next thing I remember after talking to her in the bar is waking to this... darkness.”
Nadia’s gut told her he was telling the truth, and she couldn't help but feel empathy for him. She softened her tone and said, “So that’s how it happened. She was a vampire, and she’s the one who turned you?”
Quinn nodded. “You got it. I don’t know how she did it, but it happened.”
Nadia sighed and said, “So you didn’t leave us for her then, did you?”
“No. I never saw her again after that night.” Quinn pulled a cigarette from the pack on his desk and lit it.
Nadia looked at him crinkling her nose. “So you smoke?”
“Always did. Remember, I’m already dead, so it’s not like it’s going to be harmful to my health or kill me.”
Nadia chuckled and said, “Yeah, I guess you have a point. I’ve just never heard of a vampire smoking before.”
“Forget everything you’ve ever heard about vampires. They’re all stories created by mortals.”
Nadia nodded and said, “I want to hear your story.”
Quinn shrugged twisting his mouth. “Well, I guess you do deserve an explanation for my disappearance.”
“Damn right I do. And I want to hear all of it.”
Quinn took a deep breath and said, “I’m not sure I know where to begin.”
“How about at the beginning,” suggested Nadia.
“It’s a long story,” warned Quinn, taking a drag on his cigarette.
Nadia poured herself another glass of wine. She sat on the sofa kicking off her heels leaning back pulling her feet up under her thighs. She gazed over at him and said, “I have the rest of the night.”