This entire story is dedicate to all those who gave it their best shot to make me the happiest person on the planet. On the 29th, when the contest closes, I will private message all those who have voted (or gave it their best to try) and advertised Beyond The Last Beat Of My Heart. (the first book of the series) I had spent four years of my time, heart, and money into perfecting that book to send to publishers and agents only to have them not even read it. Now is my chance to catch the eye of a major publisher. I'm watching this site like hawk. I'll know who voted and who didn't. Before you say you did, go back and look. When I deleted out the old story, I lost 2,000 votes.
You guys actually had 20 some votes to go to get this story, but I was so impressed last night, I posted early.
“When he comes to, you better tell him right away not to touch your wings,” McKayla said in very stern motherly voice. “By the way, Ethan, she’s very protective of her wings. Don‘t touch them,” she warned, smirking.
“I see that,” I said, staring in awe at King Dracula.
“Like she said, he’ll be fine in a few minutes. He just won’t remember anything from the point she flicked her wings at him.”
“I’ll tell you what you’re doing here, if you give us a slight summary of them.” I tried compromising. I’m thinking I may be out of my league on this one.
“Don’t drink our blood,” Kenny spoke.
“Don’t touch my wings,” Ashlyn spoke.
“And we’ll be just fine,” they both spoke.
I looked at McKayla that was not the summary I was looking for. “They can’t lie. However, if they don’t want you to know something, they won’t tell the whole truth, or they’ll beat around the truth, or they’ll mix their words up so damn bad, you won’t understand them.” McKayla giggled.
“Their blood is extremely sweet and addictive.” King Dracula was back with us.
“Don’t touch my wings,” Ashlyn mumbled.
“They have magic flowing through their bodies. The ones with wings, which are rare, are more powerful. Her wings create a dust and give her the ability to control the elements,” McKayla explained to me then turned to her sister, scolding while still explaining to me. “Without them, she’s rendered useless. She’s never learned how to use her body. According her and many other winged ones, it‘s pointless.”
“Hence, the fact they’re all dead,” Ashlyn mimicked, what I assumed was McKayla, in a very obnoxious tone.
“She may be thirty-two with the wisdom of a thousand year old, but she acts like she’s ten.” McKayla hissed at her.
“At least I’m not a blood sucking parasite.” Ashlyn snapped back.
“That was a very smart come back in a room full of vampires.” McKayla growled.
Ashlyn put on the most innocent looking face, drawing lines back and forth with her foot pointed in front of her. She bit her lower lip, grabbing her hair and twisting it around. “Opps, I didn’t think of that,” she whispered like a child.
