Kill all the vamps!

The transfer of my revisions from the hard copy to the master electronic copy is steady but slow going. I’ve done fifteen out of twenty-two chapters. The good news is at this rate, and with my daily work on it, I’ll be done long before my pre-set deadline. More on that later this week.

But all of you deserve a treat for reading this blog and my updates. I’d like to give you another glimpse into Station 189 and Black Sun. Not only that, but some real action. Without further ado, here’s a section of fighting for her life between Alexandra and the vampires with a less than healthy interest in her.


We may need more fire power.

“Close your eyes against the blast. Once you hear it, count to five then reopen them. No blindness that way.”

She nodded and closed her eyes.

“Three, two, one.” She was prepared for the sound of a huge explosion, like the flash bang earlier, but this was more of a hiss and pop. Though, she felt the familiar heat and light against her face and eyelids.

One, two, three. She heard screeches of pain from the creatures on the other side of the door. Four, five. She opened her eyes and raised her gun as she saw Jax grappling with a dark haired vampire, as the blonde vampire approached from behind. He slashed the belly of the blonde one with his sleek green glass blade while continuing to grapple with the dark combatant. The blonde grasped at its entrails, as Jax turned his attention to the brunette on the floor below him. A third, another blonde, stepped into the room behind his slashed comrade. She shot it, hitting off her mark, into its arm.

Jax continued moving as if he hadn’t heard her gunshot. Bringing his thin blade through the wrists of the brunette holding him, he sliced them nearly all the way through. The creature screamed as it pulled back. The moment it exposed its throat, Jax brought the other blade through it. From the opposite direction, he brought the first blade through the back of its neck. The two green cleavers worked together to remove the head. Jax turned to the gutted blonde vampire, as the dark head bounced at his feet and the body reached out blindly before falling behind him.

The blonde she’d shot in the doorway held its arm and stared open mouthed at the carnage between them. In that brief moment, its arm exploded from the delayed detonation round she plugged it with. It screamed and clutched the lump of flesh that had been its arm. She silently counted down in her head the expensive ammo, not wanting to be caught empty. Using its pain, she switched hands and hit it with the high voltage taser, sending it to its knees.

She turned to check on Jax, as he deftly dodged a series of blows from the wounded vampire on its way down. He circled around as it roared in rage. It returned to him with a blinding series of blows, ignoring its exposed gut. Several blows connected and sent Jax hurled into the light room. Alexandra was sorry they’d dismantled the generator. After some scuffling from withint the room she chouldn’t see, Jax rolled out of the light room, throwing a device behind him as he slammed the door as shut as it would go. Blood was dripping from his left ear and mouth, but he was relatively unharmed given the competition. As he stood up, easing his shoulder back gingerly, a bright light went off in the room behind him. Bits of red splattered the window. Jax smiled at her.

Guttural noises came from the stunned thing behind her. “Nice shooting, hot stuff.” Jax strolled over and brought his blade down, separating its head and neck. He cleaned both blades on the dead thing’s clothes and stood up.


About Courtney Sloan

A New Orleans native, Courtney Sloan relocated to the hills of Central Maryland after Hurricane Katrina. There she lives with her husband and fellow author, J.P. Sloan, their son and their crazy German Shepherd pup. Adding to her writing life, Courtney is also a professor at the local college and enjoys learning a world of new ideas from her students as she teaches them about writing and communicating. Courtney’s New Orleans upbringing has left her with a love for the macabre and a flare for the next to normal. She writes speculative fiction with a variety of horror and sass mixed in for flavor. She loves taking the world of politics that haunts us now, and adding the supernatural to create a gumbo of thrills to keep you up at night. A self-proclaimed lover of way too many fandoms, Courtney also loves crafting. From blankets to jams to stories, it’s always better homemade. View all posts by Courtney Sloan

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