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    Blood: Bad Boogeymen, #2
    Blood: Bad Boogeymen, #2
    Blood: Bad Boogeymen, #2
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    Blood: Bad Boogeymen, #2

    By Erik Handy

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    VAMPIRES DIE HARD

     

    The second book in the Bad Boogeymen series sees D trapped in a skyscraper with vicious bloodsuckers. He's out of bullets and daylight. Will he survive the night?

     

    Erik Handy, the New King of Horror, brings you Blood, the last word in supernatural suspense! It's more than a horror novel - it's a thrill ride you've never experienced before!

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherErik Handy
    Release dateMar 30, 2021
    ISBN9798215969434
    Blood: Bad Boogeymen, #2
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    Erik Handy

    Erik Handy grew up on a steady diet of professional wrestling, bad horror movies that went straight to video, and comic books. There were also a lot of video games thrown in the mix. He currently absorbs silence and fish tacos.

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      Blood - Erik Handy

      Prologue

      Ancient Egypt

      The splendid sight of the city has not been duplicated since its ruin. Not in dreams. Not in imagination. Majestic is the word to describe its perfection. To view it then and to view the sand that overtook it would break one’s heart.

      Miles and miles across and wide was its size. The yellow limestone buildings where the commoners lived provided a sturdy base for the ivory palaces and worship centers to stretch toward the sky.

      However, there’s more to a city than what lines its streets. The tanned, dark-featured people followed their leader, who was a god to them. In return, the people were cared for and allowed some semblance of freedom that they never questioned. They were free to leave, study the stars, or whatever they wanted, as long as they didn’t upset the peace. This was a comfortable home to millions, an authentic oasis in the harsh desert.

      On one of the days before its slow destruction, the calm glory of the ancient metropolis was cut by a series of screams that ripped down every dusty lane, from one border to another. Few people outwardly acknowledged the clamor. Instead, they swallowed their panic down. To acknowledge those ear-splitting cries would have given credence to the rumors of abominations dwelling in their proud city.

      The screams blasted out from a holy temple tucked snugly in the heart of the city. They belonged to a man, a soldier named Ahrahkma.

      ***

      Ahrahkma was bound naked to a stone slab. Surrounding him were three nude men who bore none of the shock, pain, or disgust that wracked his own features. No, they were preoccupied with removing the soldier’s tongue with a crude tong device.

      Ahrahkma’s muscular frame jerked in defiance of his fate. His screams continued unabated.

      He was fully aware of what was happening.

      He would be cleansed and entombed for all eternity as a reminder of a heinous deed he was only victim to.

      A reminder to whom? A warning, then?

      The monster was still free. He felt her nearby. Saw a glimpse of her as she peeked over one of the men’s shoulders.

      There she is, he maniacally thought. If she is truly a she.

      The woman was overly attractive for this lot. Her skin was the perfect shade of brown. The soft curves of her body rose and fell like a low rolling dune. Here she was, taunting the doomed soldier in his worst moments. The woman’s sharp gaze snidely glided over his dull features as the three priests began to tightly wrap him in cloth.

      She appeared from a sandstorm. As the winds died, she stepped out of the dust without so much as a speck in her raven-black hair. She had said her name was Narrah and everyone was quick to believe her.

      And to trust her. Especially the pharaoh. Whether with her feminine wiles or through other means, she gained his favor without a question of her origin or intent. He was no god while under her shadow.

      Did this Narrah ensnare the pharaoh like she did Ahrahkma, one of the city’s most trusted guards?

      Seduction.

      Intercourse.

      The bite.

      She bit Ahrahkma’s member, which now sat in a nearby clay jar, and sucked the wound. At that, the man had never felt so exhilarated.

      Then she ran her tongue over her razor teeth. Her blood dripped from her mouth and into the wound. The man’s fate was sealed then.

      As the last strip of linen was wrapped around his head, Ahrahkma found he didn’t need eyes to see the bitch. Her devil blood was inside him. He could feel her blood coursing through her veins. He could feel her pulse when he couldn’t discern his own.

      Ahrahkma raged against his predicament. Rage, yes. That was what would fuel him, prod him toward vengeance. To kill her, to erase that burning in his body that connected them.

      He would ride that rage and trust in it to deliver him to her in another life. For vengeance against her blood whether it flowed from her or through another. Her offspring, if her soiled loins could birth any, would not be exempt from his revenge. He would search for every drop of her blood and wipe it from this earth. For vengeance!

      ***

      It only took a few years for the once proud city to decay. Temples and homes burned, clogging the sky with smoke. Where one fire died, another would spring. The city people cowered in the far corners of the charred ruins, detached from their normal lives, despondent, afraid of what lurked outside in the black air.

      The pharaoh spent these final days atop his ivory tower, gazing upon the dying city.

      His dying city.

      His flesh sagged on his bony frame. Sorrow filled every fold of his face.

      He realized over and over again that this was his fault – his fault that this proud civilization would fall into destruction, and then into obscurity. It was his fault for allowing the devil at his back to have her way with him and his people.

      Narrah put her cold hand on his shoulder. The chill he felt was eternal, never-ending with a long history to match.

      He shuddered.

      Let the sands reclaim this miserable land and cleanse the earth once more, he declared, a savage hunger rising in him.

      It took longer than his natural life for the desert to do just that. By then, Narrah was already gone.

      One

      Orchid City, present day

      Through the telescopic lens, she looked down at the man, her finger ready to fire. There was enough light to keep him in her sights. She had him.

      Damn, she said. You’re sexy.

      From her earpiece, I know.

      Leigh lowered her camera. I see you.

      From the street, D looked up at her, barely making her out against the black sky. "Yeah, but do you see her?"

      Leigh scanned the small business park for the woman D was to meet.

      Yup, she said. She’s where she said she’d be. Early, too.

      Great, D sarcastically replied. Anyone else around?

      She’s alone.

      Aren’t we all?

      Very funny.

      All right, D said. Here we go.

      Two

      Cheryl Pennington’s name was more memorable than her appearance. Not that D was judging a beauty pageant. He was too concerned about walking into a trap. His loaded Pro-9 semi-automatic, holstered under his hoodie, comforted him to a point, but he knew he couldn’t rely on weapons alone. His gut could save his life and had done so in the past. He just had to listen to it.

      My name is D, he said when he reached the woman. He made sure to stand a few yards away. Leigh was his eye in the sky, but he wanted to keep watch on as much as he could at street level.

      Cheryl briefly straightened to attention. D noticed her constant fidgeting. The woman tried hard to keep a brave face.

      I’m Cheryl, she said. I talked to your secretary.

      D smiled.

      Leigh’s voice came through his earpiece. Secretary?

      Yeah, D said, she told me.

      Can you help us?

      D suddenly felt the weight of the office buildings looming over him.

      My gut, D thought.

      The feeling didn’t pass, but D went on. How can I trust you? This is a dangerous town. You could be leading me into a trap.

      This nearly brought the woman to tears. "Something . . . is going on there. People – my friends are disappearing."

      All right, all right. You get me in and I’ll snoop around. Maybe I’ll find something.

      You’ll find something all right. People go up to see the CEO and they don’t come back.

      She sounded like a bad script, but D

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