Out of the Ordinary Deaths – a Boxed Set of Four Adult Vampire Short Stories

By Susan Hart

Last Of A Dying Earth, is about what would happen if there were almost no humans left on earth and immortal vampires began to die. What would the last vampire do? What would he have on the top of his bucket list? Probably not something you would imagine.

Last Vampire On Earth, is about Alexander, the last being on earth. His only hope is the woman he dreams about often. He tried to kill himself once, but survived. He cannot stand it for much longer. One night, he finds a ray of hope in the post apocalyptic earth.

Immortal, But Dying is about a world where all of the male vampires are either dead, or sick and dying, and how the female vampires cope – or not.

Dearly Departing Vampire Lover, is all about two of the last vampires on earth. The only thing they have to contend with is roving bands of renegade humans.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Nov 19, 2015
• ISBN: 9781329701700

Susan Hart

I was born in England, but have lived in Southern California for many years. I m now retired and live in the Pacific NW in a little seaside city amongst the giant redwoods and wonderful harbor, almost at the Oregon border. My husband and I have two cats. I love Science Fiction, animals, and trying to help others. I publish under Doreen Milstead as well as my own name. My photo was taken right before the coronation of QE II in the UK.

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Out of the Ordinary Deaths – a Boxed Set of Four Adult Vampire Short Stories

Out of the Ordinary Deaths – a Boxed Set of Four Adult Vampire Short Stories

By

Susan Hart

Copyright 2015 Susan Hart

Last Of A Dying Earth

Synopsis: Last Of A Dying Earth, is about what would happen if there were almost no humans left on earth and immortal vampires began to die. What would the last vampire do? What would he have on the top of his bucket list? Probably not something you would imagine. 

Zachary didn’t think that this was how the world was going to end. Honestly, he never thought it would. Maybe that was part of some immortality mentality coloring everything else in his life.

He’d never seen it coming.

People got scarcer and scarcer. Zachary hadn’t been worried about it until he’d gone a whole week without seeing a living soul. At that point, there were still quite a few non-living souls about, but that had changed soon enough, too.

Zachary had been spoiled. He could admit this to himself now, with no one else to judge him. He’d been spoiled, disconnected, disinterested, and downright blind. It was so easy to get lost inside the estate, to have parties that lasted whole months, to sip from gorgeous, drunken young women who left him with an eternal buzz.

But the women came fewer and fewer. Though it wasn’t necessarily his thing, Zachary started drinking men’s blood. It didn’t taste as sweet to him, though some of his peers would laugh at him about it.

You’ve pampered yourself for too long, Zachary, they’d say, chortling while sipping blood from champagne flutes, their marble skin flickering from the fire in his hearth. What next, only virgins?

Zachary knew of a vampire who only drank from virgin women. In the day and age they now lived in, with the strange seesawing of cultural norms, the crusty old bloodsucker had starved to death.

Starved to death. A vampire. An immortal, dead because of the foible of his questionable tastes.

That idea used to be something so strange that they didn’t talk about it. As long as there would be people, there would be vampires. It was as simple as that.

Then, the people started dying out.

Zachary wished he would’ve been more attentive. He had endured his peers’ hushed discussions about the state of the world, when they’d come calling. They came calling with such dreadfully boring news so often that he stopped receiving them.

He realized that he had been drunk for a solid year, lapping up martini-flavored blood from beautiful young women until there were no more beautiful young women to come to parties at his estate.

Then, the men stopped coming.

Then, his fellow vampires.

The evening Zachary awoke with a hangover that felt vile enough to kill him, he realized a good deal of it was due to how hungry he was. Zachary had never felt such a hunger. How long had it been since he’d tasted blood — spiked with alcohol or not?

For the first time in what had to be a decade, Zachary left the estate. He hadn’t realized how dilapidated the old place was. He wondered how long it’d been since the servants had extracted the cobwebs from the chandelier.

He wondered how long it’d been since he had servants.

There was no moon, and Zachary wondered whether the stars had vanished. The sky was cast in a robe of clouds — clouds like Zachary had never seen. This troubled him. He was many, many centuries old. He’d seen every trail of vapor nature had to offer. Why were these so different?

He set off walking — shuffling, really, with such a rotten hangover — and grabbed the first figure he happened upon.

Fuck off, the vampire hissed, showing her fangs, or I’ll drink you dry, immortal or not.

All vampires were slender, muscular, and well formed, but she was gaunt. Dark eyeliner did nothing to make her sunken eyes more attractive. Her fangs had pierced her own bottom lip multiple times, and the scabs there looked very painful indeed. What she said had especially troubled Zachary. Vampires might beat the crap out of each other in a tiff. In a rare occasion, one might kill a fellow immortal. It didn’t happen often.

But vampires didn’t drink from other vampires, especially not for sustenance. How desperate was the situation? How long had he been closeted away?

Zachary watched the strange vampire go, rubbing her arms and muttering to herself. It reminded him of the homeless people he’d sometimes chanced upon in city centers.

He’d never seen a vampire act like that. Most of his peers were extremely refined folk.

It took three hours before he found a living soul, and he was so relieved that he drained the poor man dry. It wasn’t the perfumed blood that he was used to, but it’d been so long since he fed, Zachary didn’t give it a passing thought. He had lost his taste for killing long