Exciting news: another book that contains one of my stories has officially been released! “Eternal Night: A Vampire Anthology” hit the bookshelves this week, and you can click here to order it directly from Amazon.com. This was the first vampire story I’ve ever written, and I’m happy to say the story’s details, replete with the signature Tony Schaab Twist, came very easily to me.
As always, I would like to share a little snippet of the story here, for all of you faithful readers. Comments and feedback are always welcomed and appreciated, whether it be from the section of the story printer here or if you have the opportunity to read the full story. Enjoy!
Before he could talk himself out of it, Trent grabbed the backpack and headed into the office building. He checked the directory in the lobby and headed up to the third floor, where the Red Cross office was located. He entered the office, walked down a long hallway, and cautiously entered the first room he came to. A young woman looked up at him from a desk just inside the door and smiled. “Hi there, can I help you?”
Upon entering the room and looking around, Trent noticed that Brandon was sitting at another desk in the far corner of the room, chatting on the phone. When Brandon recognized Trent, he hung up the phone and waved to him. “Hey Trent, what’s up? Come on over.”
Trent smiled at the young woman and made his way across the room to Brandon’s desk. Brandon, who didn’t get up, reached out and shook Trent’s hand. “How’s it going, man? Wicked party last night, I’m surprised you are up and mobile today.”
Trent smiled and he sat down and stifled a yawn. “Yeah, well, you gotta do what you gotta do, know what I mean? Fortunately today is a rare Saturday off of work for me, so I figured it wouldn’t kill me to get up at the crack of Noon, especially after last night’s shindig.”
Brandon laughed slightly as he reclined in his desk chair, propping his feet up on the end of the desk. “I hear ya. So, what’s going on? What brings you to this neck of the woods today? Feeling the need to donate and ‘give back?’ After all the brain cells we killed last night, you may want to think twice about letting any more cells leave your body.” He winked at Trent.
Eh, Trent thought, the guy probably doesn’t get much opportunity to throw around blood-related jokes, let him enjoy his moment. He laughed half-heartedly as he looked absent-mindedly around the room. “Good call, man! But no, not here to donate or anything.” He continued speaking as he unzipped his bookbag: “I came by to see if you might be able to shed some light on this.” He pulled the bottle out of the bag and placed in lightly on the desk.
The smiled faded slowly from Brandon’s face as he fixated on the bottle. Without averting his gaze, he said, “Sarah, will you excuse us for a moment, please?”
Trent swiveled in his chair. Sarah, the girl sitting at the desk by the door, stared at Brandon for a moment. Then she nodded silently, got up from her desk, and left the room. Trent turned back to Brandon to see that the young man’s face had suddenly become very serious.