For years the vampire family lived in the shadows, hidden by the night and people’s disbelief; feeding on animals or throw away people who would never be missed. As the family moves into an old theater to cover up their crimes, the youngest are restless and determined to live as they like. Killing and feeding when and where they want. Feeding on who they want. Only the oldest vampires have managed to keep them in check. But no longer.
Unaware of the nightstalking menace, the townspeople of Summer Haven, Florida, blithely go about their daily lives until, one by one, they disappear. Screams are heard in the night. Fear grows. But the lost are never found…alive.
Jenny Lacey and her father, who are hired to renovate the old Grand Theater, can’t escape when they find themselves caught up in the middle of the vampire’s war. In the end, it’s up to Jenny, her brother and her ex-husband to get rid of the bloodthirsty fiends that are destroying their town…if they can.
The creature’s fur rippled like velvet over iron. There was the crack of bone, a tearing of skin, as it reshaped before his eyes from a wolf into a sylphlike woman with long flowing blond hair, a stone white face, blood red lips and vicious ebony eyes that narrowed in triumph at him. She spread out her hands and slightly bowed her head, as if to introduce herself.
She was beautiful and vaguely familiar, but evil emanated so strongly from her that it tainted that beauty.
Vampire, it hissed deep in his subconscious.
“There are no such things as vampires,” he blurted out before he could stop himself, sweat breaking out on his face.
Her fingers pointed at him and began to rise and Joey felt himself lifted from the floor a few inches and gently set back down. She smiled and bared bloody fangs, and Joey knew without a doubt what she was and what she wanted of him.
In a heart-gripping second, he became a believer. Then the woman was gone as swiftly as she’d arrived, and the wolf was back, its putrid breath warm on Joey’s cold skin.
“Jesus,” he prayed, “help me.”
Nothing can help you now. I killed your friends the Albers. I killed your father.
He screamed with rage and struggled to break the unnatural power it had on him, trying to lunge at it and throttle its wicked throat, and for a moment, he thought he’d torn free.
Something snatched him high up into the air, his feet dangling in nothingness, and slammed him into the counter, knocking the wind out of him and smashing his ribs.
This time he screamed in pain.
His limp body slid from the counter and fell with a dull thud onto the floor. Sprawled between the stools, he cowered in shock, moaning.