A Word Count and a Snippet

Today’s word count: 709
Total: 70,398

The snippet:

The buzzer rang, cutting her off as they both looked out of the kitchen toward the door. “Hold that thought,” he told her as he went to see who was there.

He couldn’t detect any signs of life coming from the other side of the door, and the smell wasn’t human. Bracing himself, Alek opened the door to find Carl. “We have a situation.”

Alek looked back at Hannah, standing in the kitchen doorway, and thought how badly he wanted to hear whatever it was she had to tell him. With a sigh, he turned back to Carl. “Of course we do.”

A Word Count and a Snippet

Today’s word count: 696
Total: 69,424

The snippet:

Hannah looked up at him and felt a profound sadness that she tried not to let show. Why couldn’t she feel so strongly for this guy? He was cute, and sweet, and funny, and best of all, uncomplicated. She thought of all the baggage that Alek must carry, and wondered if she could truly handle it. Chris’s baggage was a small carry-on case next to Alek’s gigantic, horror-filled steamer trunk.

A Word Count and a Snippet

Today’s word count: 293 (filled in some transitions to finish up a couple of scenes)
Total:68,728

The snippet:

Alek stood back and watched as she bounced him and did her best to sooth him, until his angry cries subsided into hiccups and sniffles. “Is he gonna be okay?” she asked.

“He’ll be fine. Just keep doing what you’re doing. This should run its course in a day or two. If it doesn’t, I’ll need to see him again.” He smiled as she nuzzled her brother. “You’re really good with him.”

Hannah gave him a sleepy smile. Her hair was tangled and disheveled, and sleep still clung to her eyes. But she was beautiful. Alek caught himself imagining what it would be like to wake up to this sight every day, and cut off that fruitless line of thought.

A Word Count and a Snippet

Today’s word count: 543
Total count: 68,435

Today’s snippet:

He remembered the day it all changed, when he knew he was and would always be a doctor. He and Esme were on the prowl, strolling the streets of Berlin. Hunting. They stepped onto a busy street just in time to see a boy get struck by a car. Alek didn’t think, just acted, and managed to keep the boy stable until help arrived. It was the first innocent life he’d saved since before his village was invaded.

Esme had laughed when he tried to tell her how good it had felt, that he knew deep down that saving lives was still his purpose. “A vampire doctor,” she’d said, cackling. “Don’t be absurd. Your purpose is to kill. Your purpose is vengeance. Don’t ever forget that, my sweet Alek.”

The following night, she’d presented him with the boy’s head. The night after that, he’d walked out of her life, and never looked back.

A Word Count and a Snippet

Today’s count: 550
Total: 67,897

The snippet:

He needed a distraction. He looked around for something to read, but if she had any books, they were apparently still packed in one of the boxes stacked at the other end of the room, and he wasn’t about to dig through them without permission. With a sigh, he hauled himself out of the chair, its cushions so deep they threatened to swallow him. He checked to make sure the baby was still breathing freely, then went out to the porch, leaving the door open behind him so he could hear if Noah ran into trouble.

As he leaned against a post and stared out at the night, his fingers itched to hold a cigarette. It had been a lifetime since he’d last smoked one. The cravings had mostly died along with his humanity. But it had been a comforting habit, even moreso in a time when nobody knew it could be a deadly one, and sometimes he still missed it.