Good evening everyone!
As most of you know, I love October. I love the Fall, the changing leaves, and the slight chill in the air. The best parts? Pumpkin spice lattes and Halloween! I have a lot going on this month. One of those things being a Frights Blog Hop with the amazing Clarissa Johal! As a part of this and a way to spread the word I will be sharing a snippet of my latest release "Pain-Killer: A Miss Hyde Novella Volume 2" to get your horrifying juices flowing. Below this I will be including a banner with a link where you can tune into the hop as well as a list of the participating authors, but first things first!
Cover art designed by Loraine Van Tonder
Images of blood and shining metal flashed before my closed
eyes, causing my heart to race with fear and anticipation. Hot blood spurted as
flesh was ripped, cut, and torn open. I was dreaming. I had to be dreaming.
There was no way this could be real. Right?
I came into consciousness slowly at first as the pictures
flashed behind my eyelids, and then I was brought back with a rush and
everything was blurry as I opened my eyes.
I was already standing and I was somewhere I had never been before, and
once my eyes spotted the bed I knew I was in a bedroom. But whose? The ceilings
were high with exposed wooden beams running across in a parallel fashion. I
felt plush, wet, and sticky carpet underneath my feet and the walls in the room
I was in were mossy green with a brown colored carpet lining the floor.
There was something wet and warm in my hand and a tacky
feeling spreading from my hand all the way down my body. I could even feel it
dribbling down my chin from my lips. I looked towards my outstretched hand and
saw something that shocked me to my core. There was a fresh, still beating
heart clutched in my hand with chunks missing and bite marks all over it. That
was when it hit me. What the liquid running down my chin was.
“Oh my God…” I cried as the heart beat it my hand one final
time, stilling as the nerve impulses finally died away.
I dropped it to the floor and began to back away from it, my
feet sliding through the wet carpet; almost causing me to fall down into what I
was beginning to see was blood. It was still hot between my toes, but I didn’t
see a body. My mind was still fuzzy and bits and pieces were beginning to come
back. I met a guy. What was his name? I struggled with the name as I stood in a
pool of crimson life, trying to ignore the sensation of it cooling and
congealing on my skin. I wasn’t even sure how long I had been there and all I
did know was that this was Hyde’s doing. But why had she done it? There had to
be a good reason. And where was the body? Then the name and an image of his
face hit me. Kyle. The man with a broad chest and hazel eyes framed by gorgeous
lashes that any woman would kill for. Then the cosmopolitan I drank came to
mind quickly followed by a bitter taste on my tongue that I realized wasn’t the
lime juice in it at all.
“Fuck. That’s why you did it, isn’t it?” I asked Hyde. I
knew I wouldn’t get the kind of answer I expected. She wasn’t another person
standing in the room. She was inside of me and was deathly quiet. I wasn’t
certain what to make of that. From what I could tell, Kyle’s apartment had the
same layout as far as the bedroom and master bath went, simple and accessible.
The double doors stood wide open and there was blood trailing from where I
stood and into that room.
I began to follow the trail, slipping as I moved through the
pool of blood. Somehow I managed to catch myself with a firm hand on the
ground, avoiding a nasty swim in it. I was already covered in the stuff, but
there was no reason to make it worse. My feet slapped the tile as I made my way
into the bathroom, searching out for the body of the man who I had killed and
whose heart I had been munching on. The thought of it made my stomach turn.
Following the trail my eyes made their way to the shower where it led. Kyle’s
body was beyond the clear glass doors, naked and cover in blood with his rib
cage cracked open with his heart missing. Like I didn’t t know that already. A
bloody kitchen knife lay on the shower floor, glinting at me in the overhead
lights. Underneath the blood, I could see stab wounds in his gut. There were
enough of them to where I wasn’t sure if it was the stabbing or the ripping
open of his chest that had actually killed him. It didn’t change the fact that
I, Hyde, we, had taken his life.
My stomach rolled and nausea crept up my throat, burning its
way into my mouth. I spun and ran to the toilet, surprised that I even made it
there. As I retched the acid burned my throat and left a sour taste in my
mouth. I had always seen her inflict the damage, but as her way of protecting
what she perceived to be my fragile mind, she always blocked out the aftermath
of her work. I was guessing this time she didn’t care and wanted me to see what
the result would be if I held her back. Well, her point made it through loud
and clear. Reaching up with one hand I flushed the toilet. I did not plan on
leaving any DNA behind in the toilet. The heart on the bedroom floor would have
to be contented with. I didn’t even know what I would do with that yet, but
fingerprints were the first thing I needed to handle.
Hyde had never left me to clean up the mess before. I sat in
front of the toilet as I tried to think up a plan of action. There was no way I
wanted this to be traced back to me. What was I going to do? A thought waltzed
into my frazzled brain then. There was only one person I could ask for the
answers. I stood and stumbled to the mirror, making sure not to touch anything
else and leave any more evidence behind. I guess the best thing about being
what Hyde is could be the fact that she couldn’t be incriminated in any crime,
big or small. I just happened to be the one she took for a wild ride every once
and a while. The mirror was gigantic and was a series of three mirrors side by
side with the outer two turning in at an angle. I could see three of me and
that was very disturbing with the trail of blood on the floor behind me.
Looking deep into the eyes of my own reflection I let the
words come out. “What do I do?” When nothing happened anger filled me and gave
way to rage, pure and bitter like acid that was eating its way through my
veins. “You got me into this mess. What
do I do?” I yelled into the mirror,
pointing a finger at my own reflection as it pointed back at me as if accusing
me too. As I watched my eyes flashed from their natural amber brown to a bright
green the color of fresh cut grass on a spring day. I blinked and my eyes were
their natural color again like the change hadn’t occurred at all. Had I truly
seen it? I shook my head and decided that I had and that Hyde was just playing
games with me. Maybe she wanted to see what I’d do or would she finally took
over if I was going in the wrong direction. After all, she could no longer kill
her way through the club scene if I was locked away in prison awaiting the
death penalty.
I took a few steps away from the mirror, not taking my eyes
off of it and waiting for the transformation to take place again. Nothing. “God
dammit!” I hissed. I couldn’t keep the hurt and the fury out of my voice. “Help
me!”
2015 October Frights Blog Hop
October 1-10th
1. Clarissa
Johal, Author of Paranormal & Gothic Horror
2. Duncan
Ralston, Author of Gristle & Bone
3. Blaze
McRob
4. Kerry
Alan Denney aka The Reality Bender
5. Thomas S.
Flowers, Author of Reinheit
6. A. F.
Stewart
7. Kindra
Sowder
8. Cinsearae
S.
9. Randy
Speeg
10. Miracle
Austin
11. Brandy
Jeffus Corona
12. MYTHICAL
BOOKS (INT)
13. Clay and
Susan Griffith
14. A Diamond
In The Dark
15. Precious
Monsters
16. Nickronomicon
17. C.W.
LaSart
18. The
Cerebral Writer
19. Barbara
Custer
20. Katie M
John
21. Lexa
Cain
22. Mary
Rajotte
23. Belinda
Frisch (Mystery, Thriller, Horror Author)
24. S.C.
Hayden
25. Ash
Krafton
26. E.J.
Stevens @ From the Shadows
27. J.H.
Moncrieff - Things That Go Bump In The Night
28. C. Lee
Spencer - Love/Kroft
29. Nicola C.
Matthews: Paranormal Fantasy Author
30. Elizabeth
Kelly
31. KM
Randall
32. Anne
Michaud
33. Steve
Vernon
34. Brick
Marlin
35. Debbie
Christiana
36. Angela
Yuriko Smith
37. Cathrina
Constantine
38. Kerry
Adrienne
39. E. Chris
Garrison
40. Scott
Scherr (Don't Feed The Dark)
41. Crymsyn
Hart
42. Zrinka
Jelic
43. B.K.
Brain
44. greydogtales
45. Chris
Verstraete - GirlZombieAuthors
46. Juli D.
Revezzo~Paranormal author
