Thea had always been fascinated by vampires. Not the overly sexualized creatures in movies like Twilight or Interview With A Vampire, but the dark, dangerous blood sucking creatures of the night that haunted her dreams. At the moment, she sat in the bowels of an old library reading through handwritten notes in a journal that was more than a hundred years old. Most of her friends were spending the Saturday night out dancing and drinking while she was tucked away in a dusty room with books that smelled of time and stale air.

The stone castle rested silent and calm atop Mount Kilar against the cold light of the sky. Dometri was the last of his family line, and the castle now belonged to him. He sat in his car just inside the wall surrounding the place. Staring up at the main building of the old site, he wondered just how much trouble the place was going to bring him. As far as he knew, no one had been so much as inside the walls in over fifty years.

Halloween was always entertaining in New Orleans, and that was the way things had been for years. Albert knew that and for the last few years, he had found ways and reasons to be out of town during the celebration. This year, things hadn’t gone quite to plan.

A man blinded by love and beauty has dire consequences