First Bitten
The Alexandra Jones series Book 1
Samantha Towle
A love story with bite …...
Walking home after a night out drowning her sorrows with her best friend,
Carrie, Alexandra Jones stupidly takes a phone call from her cheating
ex-boyfriend, Eddie, and in her anger hurls her phone into the forest before
her.
But when Alex goes to retrieve her phone from the undergrowth, she and Carrie
come face-to-face with a monster they never even knew existed, a Vârcolac (a
nightmarish vampire-werewolf hybrid) and he's in search of fresh blood. The
next thing Alex knows, she is staring at the impossibly handsome but mysterious
Nathan who has helped bring her back to life, but not to the life she left.
To her horror, she discovers she has now become a blood-drinking Vârcolac herself
and she is the only female of her kind, with the potential for breeding a whole
new army of Vârcolacs if they can only track her down and press her into
service.
And while Alex gets to know Nathan and his shape-shifting family as they offer
her the protection she so desperately needs, unbeknown to all of them, the
Vârcolacs are getting closer …
Samantha Towle
Samantha
Towle lives in Yorkshire with her husband Craig, children Riley and Isabella,
dog Max and cat Murphy.
The youngest of four daughters, she loves music - all music - and dreams of a day when …. now that's another story.
The youngest of four daughters, she loves music - all music - and dreams of a day when …. now that's another story.
First Bitten Excerpt
Chapter 1
The End of Me
“Arggh! Just leave me alone, Eddie! I can’t
believe a word that comes out of your mouth! You’re a lying, cheating ...
scumbag and I don’t ever want to speak to, or see you, ever again, you … you
wanker!” I disconnect the call and angrily loft my mobile toward the mass of
trees standing tall before me.
Turning sharply, I catch my heel in a crack
in the paving. “Shit!” I cry out as I fall backwards, losing my shoe in the
process. I land hard my bum. “Oww!”
“You alright?” Carrie gets up from the
bench she was sitting on and drunkenly totters over to me. I can tell she’s
trying not to laugh, the grin she’s not so gallantly suppressing saying it all.
“No,” I grumble. Tears sting my eyes. I
take a deep breath and force them back.
I will not cry. I will not cry.
A giggle escapes Carrie as she plonks
herself down on the concrete floor beside me.
I glare at her.
“Sorry, babe.” She throws her arm around my
shoulder, hugging me to her. “Eddie is a complete twat. Twat with a capital T.
And you, my gorgeous friend, are far too good for him, always have been. You
deserve so much better than him.” She twists a lock of my hair around her
finger, tugging on it good-naturedly. “You know I’m right. I’ve said this to
you a million times before. You’re far too good to waste your life on a ...
twatting wanker like him.”
Through my misery, I glance sideways at
her. “Twatting wanker?”
She grins mischievously, her green eyes
sparkling, and I can’t help but laugh. Carrie always manages to make me laugh,
even when I’m at my lowest, which is where I am right now, literally.
I lean forward, releasing myself from
Carrie’s caring hold and pick my shoe up. “Ahh no, I’ve scuffed the heel!” I
groan as I inspect it. “My beautiful, two month old Jimmy Choos and they’re
bloody ruined! These were my treat from my bonus.” That dismal feelings seeps
back into me.
“Here, let me have a look.” Carrie takes
the shoe from my hand and puts it close to her face, examining it. “It’s not
that bad,” she says dismissively, handing it back to me. “It’ll glue back
down.”
I turn and look at her with disgust. “Glue!
I’m not gluing a pair of Jimmy Choos. Bloody hell, Carrie, that’s
sacrilegious!” I clutch the shoe to my chest. “Arggh! This is all Eddie’s
fault. I bloody hate him, the bastard!”
Well I don’t hate him, yet, but I will very
soon, I’m sure of it. I’m just currently stuck in the ‘I should hate him’
phase, but struggling to because I still love him.
Eddie, my lying, cheating, scumbag,
arsehole of a boyfriend, or, as I should now say, ex-boyfriend. Eddie, the
cheating bastard, whom I’ve wasted three years of my life on.
That all too familiar pain stabs straight
into my heart. Tears swell my eyes again. I run my fingers under them to catch
the tears before they fall. The last thing I need right now is mascara-stained
cheeks.
I found out about Eddie’s extra-curricular
activities yesterday morning while we were eating breakfast together. I’d
received a text from his slutty new squeeze the night before, but only realised
I had a message that morning. Accompanying said text was a very graphic photo
of Eddie in a ‘compromising’ position for added effect. Classy, I know. Really
I should have learnt my lesson from the last time.
It will never happen again, Alex, I swear
to you ... I love you ... I’m so sorry ... I can’t live without you ... I made
a terrible, stupid mistake ...
But really it was me who made the mistake
when I believed he wouldn’t do it again.
So, after chucking my breakfast at him,
coffee included and a few other choice items, I headed to our bedroom, called
Carrie and asked her to come and pick me up. I packed my bags, ignoring Eddie’s
pathetic pleas for me to stay, while I waited the twenty minutes it took Carrie
to drive from her parents’ house in Hackness, where she still lives, to my
house in Scarborough.
When she arrived, honking her horn, I
rushed out the front door in a flurry of tears, threw my bags in the car boot
and didn’t look back, even though I knew Eddie was standing in the doorway
watching me leave.
Carrie and I have been best friends for
fifteen years. The first time I met her was on introductory day at our old
senior school, Scarborough High, and I just knew I’d know her my whole life.
She was all fiery red curly hair and braces, but as confident as hell. Smart,
vivacious and sassy, she takes no shit, unlike me. She’s all the parts I’m
missing, my other half really and that’s when I knew I’d met my soul mate.
Carrie is always there for me, no matter what, and vice-versa.
Both my parents were killed in a road
accident when I was sixteen, a drunk driver overtaking them on a country road
with an upcoming bend, an oncoming car; there were no survivors.
I fell apart and Carrie put me back
together. Legally an adult, I had absolutely no clue how to take care of
myself, let alone do things adults have to take care of. That’s when Carrie’s
family became mine. Her parents, Angie and Tom, stepped in and sorted
everything for me. They took me into their huge home and spoilt me like I was
one of their own, which now, nine years later, I still am.
Carrie’s been on hand with Kleenex and Ben
and Jerry’s for all my boyfriend disasters, well mainly Eddie the boyfriend
disaster from hell. She sat patiently with me yesterday while I cried the whole
day and night away. Then, when I woke up this morning feeling very angry,
Carrie suggested we should get dressed up and go out to the only pub in
Hackness tonight, The Grange, and get drunk.
I was completely on board with the idea -
anything to numb the pain - but then the pain was still there when they were
calling last orders at the bar and I didn’t want to wait the forty minutes it
would take for the taxi to arrive, so we decided to walk home, which we’ve done
hundreds of times before. It takes about half an hour and, to be honest, it’s
not the nicest of walks, even in the daylight. It’s all country roads and
forests but it’s also as safe as houses around here. The last time there was a
crime here was – well never.
All I wanted to do was get home as fast as
possible and continue on drinking myself into oblivion, well, just until I
passed out. And I was well on my way to achieving that goal until I, for some
ungodly reason, made the fatal error of answering Eddie’s call. And here I am,
right back to square one. I’ve let Eddie and his lies into my head again. This
is what happens when I drink; I lose all common sense. Or is it just when it
comes to Eddie that I lose my common sense?
I drop my heavy head into my hands. “I’m
such an idiot, Care.”
“No you’re not. Eddie’s the idiot.” She
rubs a soothing hand on my back. I glance up at her. “He just doesn’t seem to
realise when he’s got a great thing,” she affirms. “The guy’s a loser.
L-O-S-E-R.” She spells the word out for dramatic effect, putting her thumb and
forefinger into the L shape and resting it against her forehead.
Yep, she’s definitely drunk – she’d never
do that sober. I giggle through my haze of tears and make a mental note to
remind her of that in the morning so I can take the piss.
“You were the best thing that ever happened
to him,” she adds sincerely, taking hold of my hand and patting it with her
other. “He’ll know this soon enough when you’re not there taking care of him
anymore.”
I stare into the black dense forest before
me. “Mmm … ”
She grabs hold of my shoulder, forcing me
round to look at her. “Alex, please tell me you’re not actually considering
going back to him. You know he’ll do it again.”
“No I’m not,” I say, sounding way too
defensive.
“Alex … ” She arches her eyebrow at me in
that knowing way she does. She knows me better than anyone.
“No,” I repeat, my voice quieter now, “I’m
not going back. I promise. But it’s hard. I can’t just stop loving him in a
day. We’ve been together for three years. We have a home together. Okay, so
it’s his house and the mortgage is still in his name, but we have other stuff
together, like … like ... CDs and DVDs ... and well, other stuff.”
Actually now that I think about it, after
three years together we really don’t have a lot to show for our relationship,
except for a lot of broken promises and betrayals.
“I know it’s hard, Alex, but Eddie didn’t
care about the last three years when he was messing around behind your back.
Just keep reminding yourself of what he’s done to you, twice, now. It’ll get
easier, babe, I promise, and you know I’m here for you, no matter what. I’ve
always got your back.”
“I know.” I look gratefully at her.
“Ditto.”
“Anyway, I was thinking we should get my
dad to sack him,” she says out of the blue, very nonchalantly.
Eddie works for Tom. He’s a sales manager
at Tom’s car dealership in Scarborough. Tom has ten altogether across the
region. That’s how I met Eddie. It was at the dealership's annual Christmas
party three years ago. He was so handsome, smart and funny, and I was hooked
from the word go. Little did I know.
I shake my head, tempting as it is, and
say, “No, Care, we can’t ask Tom to do that. It’d be wrong to put him in that
position.”
“He’d do it for you though.” She nudges my
shoulder with hers. “You know he would. He loves you to death.”
I turn and give her a firm look. “I know,
and that’s why I won’t ask him ... and neither will you.”
She grins wickedly and winks. “No
promises.”
“Care … !” I warn.
“Okay, okay.” She rolls her eyes. “Whatever
you want. Is twat-face Eddie at work tomorrow?”
I scrunch my nose up in thought. “What day
is it?”
“Er … ” she pulls her mobile out of her bag
and lights the screen up, checking the date and time, “it’s Saturday now.”
“He’s not back in work till Monday.”
“Okay, well I’ll go round to your house on
Monday while he’s at work and pick up the rest of your stuff, if you want? Get
you out of there and moved back home properly. Start as you mean to go on.”
“Would you mind?” I look hopefully at her.
The last thing I want to do is go back to the house. I’m worried if I do, I
might end up never leaving.
“Wouldn’t offer if I did.” She smiles
warmly and gets to her feet. “Come on, let’s go home.” She holds her hand out
to me.
I take a lingering, woeful glance at my
shoe and slip it back on my foot. Eddie the bastard, he’s ruined my life, and
now my beautiful shoes.
I take Carrie’s hand and get unsteadily to
my feet. I wrap my arm around her waist, resting my head onto her shoulder.
“Thanks, Care,” I mumble into her red hair. “I don’t know what I’d do without
you. I love you, you know.”
“You’d do fine,” she says, “and I love you
too. Now come on, you soppy git, let’s get you home.” She wraps her arm around
my shoulder and we start to walk on, supporting each other.
“Ahh shit!” I sigh dramatically, coming to
a halt.
“What?”
“I chucked my phone in there.” I gesture
dramatically toward the forest laid out to the side of us. “My whole life is on
that phone,” I whine. “I can’t lose it.”
Bloody Eddie. He doesn’t even have to be
here and he causes me problems. Maybe it’s the essence of him that’s still
lingering over me, continuing to make my life shit.
I walk over to the edge of the pavement,
teetering between it and the slope down into woodland.
“Whereabouts did you throw it?” Carrie
asks, following me over and standing beside me.
“I dunno.” I shrug. “Around there ...
somewhere.” I point at the bracken.
Carrie peers forward. “Well, it can’t have
landed that far away. You’re not that good a thrower. I remember your weak arm
from netball at school.” She nudges me with her shoulder, grinning. “Tell you
what, I’ll ring your phone and we’ll follow the sound to it.”
“Good thinking Batman.” I nudge her back.
“Er, more like Catwoman, if you don’t
mind,” she says dramatically, sweeping a hand down herself. “Does this body
look in any way masculine to you?”
“Shut up and get your bloody phone out,
will you.” I laugh.
She smirks and gets her mobile out of her
bag again. It takes her a good minute to dial my number, which I know for a
fact, she has on speed dial. She really is drunk.
“It’s ringing,” she sings, phone clamped to
her ear.
I immediately hear my phone start to blast
out Adele’s ‘Someone Like You’. I changed it to that ring tone yesterday. Okay,
I know I’m being maudlin, but it’s not every day you find out your boyfriend’s
been cheating on you. Well, okay, for me it’s the second time in a year, but
that’s not the point.
Carrie pulls the phone away from her ear
and leaves it ringing in her hand. Holding hands, we both clumsily make our way
down the incline into the woods as we begin our search, following the sound of
the music into the trees.
“I can’t see it anywhere,” Carrie says
looking around. “Mind, I can hardly see shite-all in here. It's pitch black!”
I squint into the darkness. She’s right, it
is pitch black. Nerves creep over me. I quickly quash them. I need to find my
phone.
The ringing stops. It must have diverted to
answerphone.
“Ring it again, Care, will you.”
Adele resumes her singing. I can hear it
clear over to my right. Breaking away from Carrie, I head that way. The music’s
getting louder. I’m getting close. A few more steps and I spot it nestled in a
bush, flashing prettily away at me. Not a good thrower, eh, Carrie?
“Got it!” I cheer, staggering toward it. I
lean down and pluck it out of the prickly bush. I snag my hand on a prickle.
“Ouch!” I suck the wound on my hand and get an instant taste of metallic ...
blood.
“You alright?” Carrie asks concerned,
heading toward me.
“Yeah, fine. Just cut my hand on the bush.
Nothing serious. Got my phone, though.” I grin, waving it about.
“Good. Now can we get out here?”
“Yep, let’s go.” I make to move and get
nowhere. I’m stuck in some soft mud. “Bloody hell,” I grumble, looking down.
“My heels are stuck in the mud.”
“You and them feckin’ shoes!” Carrie laughs
loudly. It echoes all around. “Here.” She holds her hands out for me to take.
“I’ll pull you out.”
I take hold of her hands. She starts to
pull me forward while I try to wriggle my shoes free from the sticky mud. I get
one free, step forward and suddenly the other comes free. I fall forward onto
Carrie.
“Bloody hell!” she chuckles, somehow
keeping us both up. I have no clue how she’s managing to stay vertical.
I glance down at my shoes. They’re all
covered in mud. “Ahh crap!” I groan, lifting my feet up in turn. “I’ve
knackered the heel and covered them in mud in the space of five minutes. I
bloody love these shoes as well.” My lips turn down at the corners.
“Really, I would never have guessed,” she
skits.
“Piss off,” I mutter in a light-hearted
tone, but inside the gloom has clamped itself steadfastly around my heart.
She grins at me in the darkness and links
her arm through mine. “We’ll clean them up when we get home.”
“I don’t think anything is gonna save these
babies now, well nothing short of a miracle.”
“Come on, drama queen. We’ll pray for their
salvation on the way home.”
“Ha, ha, funny! You ever thought about
becoming a comedi–”
“Wait.” She grips hold of my arm with her
fingers. “Did you hear that?”
“What, the sound of my heart breaking for
the second time in two days?” I glance down longingly at my ruined shoes.
“No ... that.”
I strain to listen. “I can’t hear
anything.” Now I think about it, it’s actually eerily silent in here. No
rustling leaves, no animal sounds. Nothing.
I start to move, but Carrie stays put,
pulling me back to a standstill. “No seriously,” she whispers, “I definitely
heard something ... it was like, I dunno, like ... someone’s chopping wood or
something.”
“Shurrup, Carrie, you div,” I say at normal
volume, laughing. “Who the hell would be out here at this time chopping … ?”
Then I hear it. It’s not loud but Carrie’s wrong, it doesn’t sound like wood
being chopped, it sounds more like something’s being sharpened on wood, kind of
like when our cat used to run its claws down the doorframe.
“You hear it,” she whispers.
“Yes,” I breathe out. The hairs on the back
of my neck prickle. I hear movement behind me. My stomach drops hollow.
Swallowing hard, I loosen my arm from Carrie’s grip and we both, very slowly,
turn around.
It’s standing about ten feet away. Its yellow
eyes are protruding like beacons in the dark night, and they’re fixed onto me.
It’s obvious why it’s here. You would think
I would have tried to make a run for it by now or screamed, or done something.
I don’t know why I haven’t. All I do know is I can’t seem to tear my eyes away
from its penetrating stare. It tilts its head, almost as if contemplating me,
chilling me to the bone.
Then I feel Carrie’s hand search for mine.
She grabs hold, interlocking our fingers. I can feel her fear almost like it’s pouring
out of her skin and sinking straight into mine. A silent communication passes
between us, and in the same instant we both turn and run.
I don’t get far.
I’m hit in the back. The air is knocked out
of me. I’m going down. I’m pinned to the floor. I can’t move. My face is
pressed into the mud. I can’t catch a breath. I’m suffocating. I feel a searing
pain tear down my right side. I cry out but no sound comes. I manage to move my
head slightly. I get a glimpse of Carrie’s red hair. The pain intensifies. I
feel like I’m being ripped open...
The last thing I hear is screaming. An
ear-piercing scream. And I can’t tell if it’s coming from Carrie or me.
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