Midnight Blue

Midnight Blue

Ric Wasley

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From the author that brought you Shadow of Innocence, Acid Test, and The Scrimshaw comes Midnight Blue. Michael, a young man known as "Blue Eyes," falls hopelessly in love with a girl with jet black hair, green eyes, pale skin, and blood red lips. But the girl is not the angel she appears.

She is, in fact, a vampire. 

PUBLISHED BY: Wild Child Publishing
ISBN: 978-1-936222-10-0
CATEGORIES: Vampires / Werewolves, Action/Adventure, Contemporary, Mystery/Suspense, Paranormal
KEYWORDS: vampire romance, vampires, romantic suspense, action/adventure, mystery, paranormal

EBOOKS BY Wild Child Publishing

EBOOKS BY Ric Wasley

COPYRIGHT Ric Wasley/2009

 And so the world continued to turn, humans continued to age and change, while I remained, in many ways, static. I continued on, a perpetual teenager, drifting through the sex, drugs and rock & roll that was California in the late seventies. No problem. Fortunately I was very fond of sex, drugs, and rock & roll, and my job and lifestyle ensured I remained well supplied with all three.

* * * *


She didn’t answer me, but glanced back over her shoulder.

“Hey,” I said taking two quick steps and catching up to her. “Why do we have to go to this party?

“I thought you were the original party boy, Blue Eyes.” The Vivian Leigh/Scarlet O’Hara smile hovered around her lips.

“Come on, Raven, I don’t see you for almost six years, and suddenly you walk back into my life like I just saw you yesterday and drag me off to some God-awful party.”

“How do you know it’s God-awful? We haven’t even arrived yet.”

I grabbed her shoulder. “Why can’t we just be alone? Go some place—go to my place—talk, laugh, hold hands and.…”

“Make love?”

I pulled her close to me. “Oh, hell yes, Raven! It’s been so damn long. God, I’ve missed you!”

“What about Amber?” And now her voice oozed pure Scarlet O’Hara.

Yeah, what about Amber? There was no point bullshitting Raven—she knew everything I thought and felt. Hell, she quite literally ran through my blood.

“You know I love Amber, Raven—but in a different way than I love you. I love her in a kind of down-to-earth, boy-meets-girl way. Well, you know, a—”

“A normal way?” Her eyes were teasing now, but a sadness lingered behind them.

“Yeah—I guess I’ve got no chance of that, do I?”

She took my arm and wrapped both of hers around it. “Come along, my sweet, blue-eyed lover. Let’s see what sort interesting characters may be at this party.”

* * * *

We caught a cable car down towards the bay. The fog was rolling in the way it does in San Francisco, a dark grey cotton wall that smelled of dampness and the sea. Raven gazed at the polished brass and old oak seats worn shiny by generations of riders.

“You know I rode the cable car for the first time in 1913. I had come here to be an actress. San Francisco back then felt magical. It still does.”

She held on to the worn railing and leaned out into the cold, foggy air. “I love the fog.” Throwing her head back, she drew a deep breath. “I love the smell of the fog and the sea.” She turned back to me, her heart-shaped face serious for a moment. “And I love being able to breathe it all in—just like now.” She closed her eyes and filled her lungs with the damp air, laying her cheek on the brass railing and whispering, “Just like this.”

“I’m not following you, Raven.”

She leaned her head against my chest. “You don’t need to—yet.”

* * * *

By the time we got to the party the fog had rolled in and covered the city with a thick, cold blanket. Although centuries older than me and thus more or less inured to extremes of temperature, it still appeared that Raven shivered in her thin blouse. I put my arm around her. “Do you want my jacket?”

She shook her head. She seemed distracted— almost wary. There was something going down at this party and I guessed I was about to find out what.

From the moment the front door opened, I knew why Raven was on full alert. I may have been to stranger parties, but if so, they could only have been given by Lily. Lily? Why had her name popped into my mind? Glancing around the room, it became clear. The walls were covered with some kind of dark fabric that seemed to absorb what little light flickered from the guttering red and black candles. Tall, thin guys with dark hair and hungry eyes mingled amongst the shadows, but it was the girls who reminded me we weren’t in Kansas anymore, Toto. They recalled memories I wasn’t sure I wanted to invite back for another round, of girls who looked like these—black fingernails, black lipstick, spiked dog collars and lots and lots of very tight black leather. Just like the girls who’d played those bizarre games with me at….

“Lily’s,” I said under my breath.

“Shsssh!” Raven’s fingernails dug in to my arms. But it was too late. Vampires have very acute hearing.

“What?” I whispered, “is she here?”

“No, she isn’t—but will I do?”

We whirled around in unison.

Oh, crap—Martin.


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