Hello and welcome to my blog. My name is Vashti and this is my excerpt page. Here you will find a chapter from my (MG/Teen) suspense/thriller The Basement. You can also read snippets from the 1st and 2nd installments of my Fantasy Angel Series The Fall of Lilith (editing) and Dracul (work in progress). Enjoy!
Cleo pounded repeatedly on the door. She knocked as hard as she could to no avail. She rubbed her knuckles, which had begun to ache. Just as she decided to give up and turned to leave, someone finally opened the door. It was Robert. He looked a mess! His hair resembled a bird’s nest. Apparently, she had woken him.
Amidst all the drama the night before, as he tried to teach his son a lesson in manhood while his wife interfered, Robert had become very upset. After his wife left the apartment to look for Robbie, he drank heavily. He gulped down one beer after another and passed out on his easy chair in the living room. The banging on the door shook him from a deep slumber.
Cleo wore a concerned grimace. “Something’s happened to your son!”
Robert, who was a bit disoriented, gawked at the girl, his forehead crinkled in confusion. He wore a bewildered expression, and his eyes darted to and fro. He winced and rubbed his head. He had a terrible headache—one of the disagreeable aftereffects of drunkenness.
“What are you talking about?” he asked in a gruff voice. “My son’s sleeping in his room.”
Cleo watched as he staggered forward like a drunk, expending huge amounts of energy just staying in one place.
“Your son’s downstairs sitting on the sidewalk in front of this building!” Her voice was shrill, and her eyes were opened wide. “He could be hurt! He’s covered in blood! You need to come downstairs right away!”
Roberts’s hands flew to cover his ears, and he grimaced as his head throbbed from her screams.
“You sent him down to the basement last night!” she added with reproach. Then Cleo rolled her eyes at him, spun, and zipped down the stairs.
“That doesn’t make sense. His mother went down to the basement last night to get him!”
Robert was ranting, unable to focus, until a light bulb went on in his head and burned the infiltrating fog. Panic surged through his body and seemed to sober him up.
“My poor son!” he gasped.
He shambled to Robbie’s room. He needed to check for himself whether or not his son was there. He pushed open the door to Robbie’s room and saw he was indeed gone. He proceeded to his bedroom to wake his wife, but when he looked inside, he was shocked to see the bed had not been slept in. Dread overcame him again.
“What happened last night in that basement?” he asked under his breath.
His pulse began to race, and he breathed heavily. He did not bother to brush his teeth or fix his messy hair. As he bolted out the door, he was still wearing the same unkempt clothes he wore the day before—the very clothes he had soaked with foul perspiration, and which now stuck to his salty flesh. He had the appearance and startling, offensive stench of a vagrant. At the moment, he did not care about such things. All he could think about, as he rushed down the stairs, was getting to his wife and son.
What happened in the basement?
The Fall of Lilith is the first installment of my Fantasy Angels Young Adult/Adult series. The characters in this story are angels depicted in a very unique way. It is a story of many twists, surprises and a bit of controversy. The Fall of Lilith is currently in the final editing phase.
Snippets from my novel The Fall of Lilith
♦ The sun shone brightly, but it no longer singed my skin. A refreshing, gentle breeze, a blend of gratifying fragrances, and a medley of blissful sounds combined to calm and pleasure my senses and made me joyful.
♦ Dagon jolted and floundered in the water, unable to control what was happening to his body. He was betrayed by his own blood, which swathed him, making it impossible for him to see his attackers.
♦ I am certain it pained Camael most of all to see me, his former friend, one who had caused so many smiles to appear on his face, standing before him, bound in chains, bloody and bruised. Certainly, he suffered knowing this was only the beginning, for I was to be imprisoned for all eternity.
♦ The fiend’s face was bloated and grotesquely malformed with a large, wide mouth. Its eyes were sometimes black, at other times red. They peeked through wisps of moldy fabric. The creature’s nose was flat with slits for nostrils. Small water creatures scurried in and out of its orifices. Its face was hideous to look upon, and staring at it caused physical pain.
♦ “When I opened my eyes, I saw the most fetching creature kneeling by my side. I gazed at her flawless, wingless bare body and knew immediately who she was. I heard the gurgling sounds of flowing water. I raised my head and looked through partly closed eyes. I was lying on the banks of a tranquil river.”
“You are the one God calls Eve, are you not?” I stared at her.
Eve moved a shade away and gazed at me with her big almond-shaped eyes, her head tilted to one side.
“Are you of this world?” she asked in a silvery voice.
Dracul is the 2nd installment of my Fantasy Angel Series (YA/Adult). It picks up where The Fall of Lilith leaves off. Dracul is a work in progress.
Snippets from my WIP ‘Dracul‘
♣ Eve’s face twisted with anguish as if what she was about to say would change the world.
♣ I knocked trees to the ground, and tore flowers and bushes to shreds unable to rid myself of the toxic hatred and rage coursing through my veins.
♣ “We must go below the water surface now,” I said in a tremulous voice. My heart was growing in my chest becoming more and more weighty with every passing moment. Wearing a dim smile, Coralia caressed my face, and nodded. She was prepared. I kissed her as I submerged her. The kiss of death. Underwater we closed our eyes and our lips embraced for a while.
♣ I awoke to darkness and the smell of musty earth and mold. I gasped, feeling disoriented to the time and place. The air was humid and stinging cold. Trembling I shifted on the moist ground my eyes flitted in every direction searching for a source of luminosity. Filaments of moonlight scarcely passed the towering trees that surrounded me.
I raised my shadowy vision to the skies but did not gaze upon a single star. Instead, I saw a mass of dark, branches looming above me. The cold breeze blew and made the trees rustle like living things. Bare branches seemed to come at me like clutching clawed hands. An eerie howling and whistling made by the wind moving around them gave me a jolt.
My pulse began to thump loudly in my ears drowning all sounds except that of my fitful panting.
“Where am I?” My voice sounded small, brittle and unfamiliar. I was but a child. A boy.
Unsure what to do, I lifted my upper body off the wet earth and squinted into the dimness of the forest.
My mind was clouded. “Who am I? Why am I alone in this darkness?” I squeezed my eyes shut and then sprung them open again. My vision began to clear, but my mind was still a fog.
I passed my hands over my face and head. I inhaled sharply as my hands ran across two pointy projections extending from my skull. Shaking, I passed my hands over the rest of my body and noticed the skin below my waist was different from the skin on my torso, arms and face. My lower body was covered in dry, smooth scales cold to the touch.
Images of a tall creature with long extremities filled my mind. Where are my lower limbs? As my vision adjusted to my surroundings I saw that I had no legs. Instead, I had a scaly tail––like a serpent. There was a heaviness tugging on my backbone. I shook to remove the hindrance, but instead a huge pair of black, spiky wings distended from my back. My body tensed. “What sort of creature am I?”
Once more I closed my eyes. When I reopened them I saw colors––grayish green moss covered rocks and russet trees, a sea of gold and copper covered the ground as crisp leaves float down from trees and curl into the moist earth. I gazed at my arms and hands. My skin was red––as red as blood and my hands were clawed.
“Was I abandoned here?”
I wished to escape, but my reptilian lower body would not move. A gust blew chilling the air and blowing the trees. I feared getting ensnared by the trees’ clutches if I took flight. Hostile screeches from unknown creatures pierced the air. I whisked my head to and fro searching for the origins of the sounds futilely. Terror seemed to thwart logic and rational thinking.
Finally, I was compelled to cover my ears. I began to shriek, unable to withstand the horror, which gripped me like a vise. I tumbled to the ground on my belly and began to roll my body side to side; my eyes were closed tightly as I desired this reality to end.
♣ Coralia’s face became motionless, her eyeballs rolled to the back of her head exposing only the whites of her eyes. Tiny bubbles rose from her lips. Dagon let her go and her body floated lifeless above the water. I gasped at the sight of her. The pained expression on Dagon’s face filled me with more dread. His eyes fixed on his daughter as if waiting for the impossible to happen.