Monday, November 12, 2012

The Created Series Book Tour

Created (Book 1 of the Created)  

Chapter 26
The interior of the back room of the Tortured Rabbit was filled with two rows of empty 
metal hospital operating tables which bisected the room. Along the outer walls were doors, five 
each side. Across the back wall were plush chairs and couches upon which sat the rest of the 
members of my team. Each of which were looking very relaxed. In the shadows to the right 
stood an armed guard dressed in black and toting a Robinson XCR assault rifle, to the left the 
same. Both were on edge as evidenced from their profuse sweating and rapid heartbeats. A lesser 
concerned pair of gentlemen sat at a table a few feet in front of Veronica and me.

Veronica led me to the table. She presented her right forearm. "Veronica Stace and Ethan 
Castel are here to check in."

The eldest of the two soldiers at the table removed a needle containing a vividly yellow 
substance from a small metal case. The needle was inserted into Veronica's arm injecting her 
with the liquid.

Discarding the needle to his partner, who placed it into a heavy looking yellow box at his 
feet; he reached into the case and presented another as he motioned for my arm.

Instinctively, I withdrew my arm. The room got tense as the two soldiers on guard both 
charged their rifles alerting me to my mistake.

Delivering my arm to the soldier, the man hurriedly finished his duty. He passed off the 
empty syringe to his colleague then produced a small silver box covered with three buttons: red, 
yellow, and green.

The shot was painless, but the concern was overwhelming. "What the hell did you just do 
to me?"

There was no response as he continued about his duties. We were dismissed with a wave 
of his hand. He pressed the green, button on the metal panel as we walked away. The button 
triggered the unlocking of the doors to either side of us with a chorus of clicks.I joined hands with 

Veronica as we walked to the back of the room. "What just 

She spoke softly, "There is now a tracking node inside of you that allows them to 
detonate the nanites in your blood if things were to get out of hand. It is a precaution. Consider it 
the final and ultimate failsafe."

I looked at my forearm as a tiny light blinked momentarily then dissolved beneath the 
skin. "Shit."

Veronica unclenched my hand as we got closer to the others. "Don't worry that is normal. 
The diode is active for the next four hours as we feed. After that time period, the transmitter dies 
then at hour six your body will absorb the remaining organics."

The group looked hungry, but was in great spirits. Logan and Darby were already in 
character with fangs and eyes transformed.

Chloe was sitting on a couch removed from the group with a pouty expression upon her 
face. Any injuries she may have incurred from our tussle in the afternoon were healed as were 

Liam greeted Veronica and me with a big hug for each. "So glad you came. Man do we 
have a special treat for you Ethan. Come on."

He pulled me from Veronica toward a door marked with the number four. "This is going 
to be epic. Be sure to drink plenty because you will need it all tomorrow night."

Why did you have to remind me about that, I wanted to ask? He shoved me through the 
door into the small room followed closely by the metallic sound of a bolt being reset within the 

The room was sparse of decorative details and smelled of honeysuckle. There was a lone 
purple leather recliner, bare grey walls and a single, occupied metal table. On the wall behind me 
was an intercom that worked by pushing a talk button. In the center of the room was another 
table, but this one was covered in a stark white sheet. Under the sheet was to be my first taste of 
something live, my first human.I walked to the opposite end of the table to the covered head of the victim. A box was embedded into the table top to monitor the vitals of the individual lying on the bed. I scanned the body continuously for several minutes as I waited to see if there was movement. My time and effort was greeted with the steady rise and fall of regular breathing, but no other signs of life. 
The form underneath was obviously female from the contours of the body.
My mouth was becoming dry and my pulse quickening as I became acclimated to the task 
before me. A soft classical song began to play through a speaker in the ceiling. I was unsure of 
the next step.

So I began. The visual stimulation of watching the repetitive nature of the breathing gave 
way to the sounds of her heart beating in dull resonance. The sound was distant then would 
drown out all other in the room then fade. I knew it was my mind and the situation playing tricks 
with me.

It was the simplest of things that were bothering me as I delayed. It was the solitude of 
the cell which was what I thought of it though it had only been minutes. Had it been only 

I thought the closing of the door had been recent until a robotic voice rattled through the 
intercom, "Two hours remained."

The beating was loud again. It was rhythmic and patient as if playing a song to me. The 
sound was the perfect accompaniment to the sounds of piano streaming into the room. The music 
was soothing at one with the beat of the blood coursing through the body. Then the beat and 
rushing of her blood was maddening as the tempo would change.

My mind was warping from the stress, I told myself. This did nothing to relieve my state 
of nervousness as I methodically turned down the sheet to shoulder level. My methodical 
approach turned to desperation as I came face to face with my intended meal.
The face was all too familiar. The girl I had saved today was to become my nourishment 

Now I knew what Liam was so jovial about. He had managed to get Sunnie to the base for the feeding. I knew he meant well, but I had been apprehensive before I knew who would be 
quenching my thirst.

I looked away then back. I had hoped when my eyes fell upon her again that it was a case 
of mistaken identity. Maybe I had identified with Sunnie so strongly today that I was projecting 
her face onto the poor soul before me. Studying her intently, I came to the one conclusion I didn't 
want to acknowledge. It was definitely her.

I tried again as I ran my hand across her face. Her eyes were closed so I couldn't 
determine eye color, but her smile was fresh in my mind still. The smoky eye makeup was gone 
and there was no lipstick, but it was her. The pumped up hair was not as meticulously placed and 
the textured tresses not as sharp, but it was her. Damn, it was her.

The piano refrain tinkled in the air as I traced my fingertips across her lips. Closing my 
eyes, I found myself stroking her cheek. At least thirty more minutes had passed.
Sunnie was so peaceful and beautiful lying on the table.

My thirst was building the more I touched her. Soon I was shaking. My fangs started 
growing without me having to think them into place. The animal in me was in control. I wanted 
her more than I needed her blood.

I seemed removed from my actions as I cradled her head in my hands. Sweeping her hair 
away, slowly I lowered my mouth to her shoulder touching the delicate white skin with my 
mouth. Opening partially, the flesh parted as the fangs pressed into her. She never acknowledged 
any pain nor did she wake. There was a moderate change in the subtle sounds coming from the 
monitor. It eventually stabilized as her heart rate leveled back into a resting rate.

Blood started filling my mouth in drops then a flowing stream rolled across my tongue 
into my throat. Deliciously, the rate of flow increased bathing my mouth and face in warm, wet 
blood. A little escaped, falling onto the table. The taste was stirringly salty and coppery with a 
hint of metallic aftertaste, but it was the smell that was exhilarating.

Sunnie's was a mix of aromatic scents backed with the smell of pomegranate. Inhaling 
deeply as I drank, it hit me. The smell in the room wasn't cleaner or piped in atmosphere. The Inhibitor was no longer working which was fueling my desire for her.

Through the speakers another time reminder from the robotic chimed, "One hour 

I was no longer thirsty though I continued to consume her as I stroked the skin of her 
neck and shoulder. The touching had become automatic as I drank. The added sensation was 
I had to stop. Sunnie's vitals were fine, but I wasn't sure how much more I could take 
from her without injuring her.

Disconnection wasn't as easy as I expected. My mind moved back and forth between the 
rational thought that I was bleeding her dry and the need for survival. The thought that I needed 
to stay was possessive. The blood was calling to me. She was calling to me. Further into her I 
fell, I realized I was unable to stop.  

A heavy thud at the door saved her life.

Liam slurred, "Dude, come on now. We are almost out of time. Shit, I need some more. 
Give me some more."

Another voice I wasn't sure of responded, "I think you have had enough. You have to 
leave some for us."

I heard him and others giggling as I disengaged. Rising partially from her shoulder, I 
admired her slumbering. Intuitively, I lapped at a single rolling drop of blood as it fell down her 
shoulder, catching it before it slipped onto the table. The blood was starting to cool, but still the 
faint scent of honeysuckle was present. It took all of my self-control to not drink from her again.
My hands were covered in blood and there was a surety my face was as well. Looking 
around I noticed a basin of water and stack of hand towels on the second level. Taking a towel, I 
used the water to cleanse my face and hands.

When I had finished, I turned to Sunnie. The wounds I had inflicted on her shoulder were 
already closed. Blood was dried to her skin which I gently scrubbed away. Tenderly, I 
repositioned the hair and began to recover her face when a new feeling took hold of my heart. There was a new bond between us that was unexplainable.

There was another lighter knock on the door.

The taste of her blood still upon my lips, I contemplated a possible new future, but as I 
smoothed the skin of her face one last time I knew the truth. Knowing the monster I had become, 
I knew that might never get the opportunity again to be with her. I bent to feel her lips against 
mine. I tried to step away, but I stumbled. The blood had made me drunk though not as bad as 
when I had drunk from Darby. Regaining my composure, I recovered her face before turning to 
the door.

Staring at her, I realized the weekend was going to be incredibly long.
Adjusting my clothing and checking to see if I had missed any blood during the cleanup, 
I mumbled, "Liam was right. This night has been epic, though I hope he is wrong about 
tomorrow night."

Shannon Shaw
About the Author: 

My nonwriting career has been filled with the joy of teaching and coaching, but I have wanted to be a writer since I was a little boy.Dealing with people of different socioeconomic backgrounds in the classroom, the court, the track and on the field have allowed me to develop an understanding of personalities and interspection under a variety of postive and negative conditions. These conditions are evident within my writing and have been hugely beneficial.I do not want to be limited to a particular genre. I tend to write about topics or concepts that I find engaging. Ideas tend to take over my thoughts and I have to get them out.I lean more to horror and paranormal gthough my first book is a thriller, part of a series, that demonstrates my passion for cars, guns and adventures.My current projects are part of a series, hopefully finished soon, involving werewolves, vampires, zombies and some surprises.I am way too addicted to the television shows The Walking Dead and Being Human.Be Sociable, Share!
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