I write vampires the same way I write humans. They are people first and foremost. They might be people who drink blood, but they are still people, they fall in love, have sex, and deal with all the same day to day issues as everyone else. It's those things rather than the blood drinking that makes them interesting for me.
It seems that every writer has their own way of writing vampires - a fact which writers either seem to love or loathe, depending on how well a particular writers ideas mesh with their own, lol.
How do I write mine? Slightly different in each story, to be honest. I like to play around with different versions of vampire society and culture in different books. That's part of the fun.
What do they all have in common? Well, they aren't dead, for one. In my mind vampireism isn't something you catch from a bite like malaria. You become a vampire by genetics, you're born that way.
Anything else? It's not true in every case, but a lot of my vampires tend to have a certain arrogance about them which stems directly from the belief that they are the top of the food chain. Most of my vampires are dominants.
However, much like the human dominants I write about, I've never believed that an being dominant automatically means that they get to have their own way all the time.
Which brings me to Lealand and Keats.
Leland - a classic tall, dark and dominant vampire.
Keats - bratty little sub.
I had a huge amount of fun writing their story. Here's a bit about it...
From a kinky brat to a vampire’s perfect blood slave. Keats’s education starts tonight!
Keats may have reluctantly agreed to admit that vampires are fantasy and not reality. And he may have promised his friend that he would stop searching for them. But people who merely think they are vampires are still fair game for a fun night out.
Leland has been resisting the temptation to bite his friend for months, but when he sees Keats wander calmly into the middle of a Halloween feeding frenzy, he no longer has a choice. He has to claim Keats as a private blood slave before he ends up becoming the community property of his clan.
Everything rests on his ability to convince his clan he can bring the bratty submissive to heel. It’s going to be very long night…
The smaller man clawed at the leather as Leland Hawkes wrapped it tight around his throat.
“Are you insane?” he demanded.
Keats Metcalf wriggled against him as he struggled to turn around and look over his shoulder. “Leland?” he gasped.
Leland relaxed his hold on the collar just far enough to let his friend drag a little air into his lungs.
Keats tugged at the leather again, fretting about the restriction around his neck as if that was the only thing in the world he needed to be worried about right then. “What are you doing here?”
“Stay still,” Leland snapped, doing up the buckles and fastening the wide collar tight around the other man’s neck.
Keats reached around and tried to slap his hands away, but that was little more than an irritating distraction. The final fastening clicked into place. The thick strip of leather practically covered Keats’ entire throat. It made Leland feel just a fraction better about the world.
Spinning his friend around, Leland pushed the smaller man up against the wall and held him easily in place with a hand in the centre of his chest. “What are you doing here?” he demanded.
“I asked first!”
Leland glared down at his friend. Keats returned his inspection, all big blue eyes and floppy blonde hair. All ridiculously childish games wrapped in a grown man’s body that made Leland’s cock rise and his teeth ache.
“What are you doing here?” Leland asked again, saying each word very slowly as he fought to control both his temper and his libido.
Keats tilted his head on the side as he studied him, obviously not the least bit afraid of the fact a man with twice his strength had him pinned to the wall. He also seemed entirely at home with the fact he was stark bollock naked.
Leland took a deep breath and glared into Keats’ eyes despite the temptation to drop his gaze and admire the best view of Keats that had ever come his way.
“I’m investigating a secret society,” Keats whispered conspiratorially.
Leland stared down at him. “You’re…” He shook his head. Even for Keats, that was a new kind of crazy.
Keats squirmed against his hand, trying to push himself up onto his tiptoes and whisper to him. Against all sense, Leland found himself leaning down to make it easier for Keats to brush his lips against his ear.
“Vampires,” Keats whispered.
Every muscle in Leland’s body tensed. “What?”
Keats lips teased his cheek as he grinned. “They think they’re vampires.”
“They think they are vampires,” Leland echoed as he straightened back up to his full height.
Keats looked just a tiny bit repentant—like a puppy that had been caught chewing a slipper and now regretted displeasing his master.
“I know I said I’d stop with the paranormal stuff, but this really doesn’t count. They just think they are vampires. It’s not like that psychic woman. I swear. I’m not getting duped. I’m just spending Halloween with weird, gothy people who like to pretend they’re descendants of Dracula or something. They’re harmless—they don’t even want any money off me. Hell, they even offered to pay for my train ticket out here.”
Leland stared down at his friend. He was right about one thing if nothing else. It wasn’t money the men in that building would want from him. “And the fact they wanted you wandering around naked didn’t make you the least bit wary?” he asked.
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