The Change a serial by Scott Walker

A modern Vampire thriller with some very evil consequences. This story is by the author of Warrior Poets.

Secret Fantasies - Although she was a very sweet girl, Sara Dolly was a bit of a nag when it pertained to certain safety issues. She had a list of 'things' that a person should never do, no matter the circumstance, and no matter the importance.

The Attackers - Mike Barrister liked the way the cold concrete felt underneath his sweaty palm. He gripped the corner of the wall, an old, and cracked white concrete, nervously, hoping that he would have the courage to go through with what he was attempting. His father always said that he lacked any type of courage, but then again, his father wasn't the type to lend support to any of his children.

The Cell In The Field - Bright light shone through the window, destroying the dark serenity that owned the room. Four concrete walls, each splintered and cracked from age, surrounded the room. A single window, smaller than that of a car door, served as the catalyst for the shining light. The window, square and composed of hard glass, was the only break in concrete. In essence, the room was simple and ugly.

Awake - Pierre came awake on the cold concrete. He could feel dampness under his back and wanted to stand. What the hell happened? Why am I on the ground? Why do my head and my neck hurt?

such a slut - Sara couldn't believe what she was doing. It all started out so innocently, no intention of doing wrong. She had decided that she would go to the lacrosse house for a party. It was Tuesday night, not the normal night for partying, unless you were one of the slutty freshman girls, the type that she always caught trying to flirt with her boyfriend, but a party is a party.

nightmares - The darkness of night seeped through every crevice of Bridgewater State College. Buildings, which had previously sat in the safety of daylight, saw the shadows begin at their base and rise over their top. The opaque darkness attacked like and army, proceeding forward and upward with malicious intent. Shadows were lost, images blurred and a different species set about their nighttime authority. 

a drug dealer - Tommy Hill was, among other things, a drug dealer. It would be great if he could say that he felt guilty about it, but he didn't. It wasn't that he was proud of his activities, or hoping to move into more lucrative drug selling, it was just a matter of caring. Tommy didn't care about it. It was just a way to make money. At first, it was an easy way, but that all changed when he became the sole supplier to every marijuana dealer at Bridgewater. That was not an intentional development, he just sort of stepped into it. 

Pierre's second horrible dream - At three a.m., Pierre's second horrible dream began. It started off pleasantly, a far cry from the first horrible dream that began in a somewhat creepy fashion. Pierre found himself standing in a room, dressed in all white, almost like Jesus earlier. His outfit wasn't a robe, but it was white pants and a white shirt. Somehow, Pierre knew that the white clothes symbolized purity and goodness.

The Hunter - He stood looking over the cliff. He was a man of medium height and weight, 5'10, 170 lbs. He had short brown hair and light brown eyes that were not attractive, or ugly. The kind of man that others looked at, and then immediately forgot about. But, that was exactly the appearance that he had tried to create. In the line of work that he was in, it was important to be forgotten and virtually invisible.

Abuse - Kristie walked through the club with a confidence she hadn't felt before. The last time she had been to the James Club had been a year or two before she became involved with a guy that treated her like she was his possession. He abused her as much physically as mentally.

Life couldn't get any better - The police figured that he had gotten drunk and fallen down the stairs. Kristie found it easy to cry when the police questioned her, all she had to do was think about the baby and the two years of her life that she had lost because of John. The tears flowed heavily and they were believable.

Father Donnelly - The old priest sat on the far end of the first pew. He had never sat in any one of the pews at the church. The feeling disoriented him. This is like sitting in the passenger seat of your own car. He didn't actually drive anymore, didn't need to. He had assistants at the rectory that did his errands, and he walked a great deal.

vampire hunter - The first man to appear in the chamber, carrying a torch in his left hand and a long blade in his right, walked directly to the coffin and bent over it. He put his ear to the box and listened. He closed his eyes and stay in the position for a long moment. His back to Rosella, she couldn't accurately describe his face, only his body. 

the silver chain - The priest sat alone in the church, waking from his deep sleep on the uncomfortable pew. He sat up straight, wiping the sleep from his eyes. He tried to remember what he had been dreaming, and it came easily. He had dreamed about his grandmother, and the first time she had told him about real evil.

The Predator - The Union soldiers had been advancing the field for the greater part of the day. By nightfall, they had pushed the Confederate army back thirty feet. That amount of land wasn't great, but, considering that the men of the South had fought, bled and died for that land, it was heartbreaking to see the Northern aggressors take it over.

Waiting to kill a killer - On the way to assassinate General Erilus, Enson began to realize how dark nighttime really was in places where there was no artificial light, or flames burning. In compete darkness, a dark that the human eye could never fully adjust to; he stepped slowly through a field, circumventing the fighting grounds.

The hand began to squeeze - He thought of Amber. The way her lightest touch made his thickest skin tingle. The whole scene, his death scene, played out in his mind. He imagined turning, standing face to face with the entire Northern army camp, and seeing the murder and hate in their eyes. 

I swallowed the demon's blood! - By the side of the lake, Enson sat on his knees and tasted the blood in his mouth. I swallowed the demon's blood! What does that mean for me? He began to throw up onto his lap, disgusted from the taste of the demon's blood, but more disgusted from the idea of what having that blood in his mouth would mean. If I drink from you, you die. If you drink from me, you live, forever!

The Innocent Awakens Guilty - The rain poured down to the concrete as the sun descended into other parts of the world. The moon rose slowly into the sky, its eerie shine illuminating the night. It was a quiet night, so quiet that the only sounds were the heavy falling of the large raindrops. The campus of Bridgewater State was calm in an eerie sort of way, the students hiding from the rain in their dorms, making the campus look deserted.

nothing - On the ride to Brockton, Tommy did his best to fill Pierre in on what he was needed to do. What Tommy needed Pierre to do was basically, nothing. Don't say a word, don't make a move. Act like you're watching everything and everybody. I need you to look like you don't trust anyone in the room.

his eyes never opened - Pierre could hear the knocking on the door, but couldn't find the strength to rouse himself from sleep. He had been ignoring the incessant knocking on his door all day, and he was planning on doing the same about this particular disturbance, but something was crowing in the back of his mind.

The madness began - The madness began a lot slower for Pierre than for everyone else involved. He had always been a fan of John Woo movies. It wasn't that those movies were plot driven or vastly important in the eternal scheme of things; they were fun. The best aspect of those fun movies was the slow motion scene.

the ruse - When Sonny saw that Tommy was at the door, he immediately remembered the main reason that he had hoped that Tommy didn't show tonight for his pickup. He thought that Tommy was very cute and was sad that Pedro had decided to kill him.

You were gonna die tonight - Tommy watched Pierre walk out of the house at a leisurely pace and remembered thinking that everything may actually turn out all right. If Pierre had been running out of the house, or walking frantically, then he would have been nervous. But, Pierre was strolling to the car.

a feasible statement - Cameron drove along 95 North in the middle lane, while Kristie slowly rose from her terror induced unconsciousness. As the exits whipped past, and the warm temperatures created a pleasant breeze through the open convertible, Cameron wondered what he was going to do with his new passenger. 

bags of groceries - Cameron closed the door softly behind him, silently wondering if Kristie would awaken changed. There had been a moment when she had looked at him, before she passed out for good, where Cameron knew she had seen him, looked deep into his eyes and saw him.

They do exist! - Shortly after Cameron had finished telling Kristie about what had happened to her in the alley and the events following that had led her to the present situation, Cameron sat back in the uncomfortable silence and waited for a response, any response at all.

A man in a suit - Thirteen days following Black Tuesday, while most the entire population of the United States was still reeling from the reality of their newfound poverty, Enson searched for food on the streets of Roanoke, Virginia.

The 1930 Ford 5 Window Coupe - The 1930 Ford 5 Window Coupe rolled along slowly, with Jason sitting smugly behind the wheel. Not many could afford to keep a car on the road these days, and even fewer could have afforded to buy a new one, but Jason's fortune kept his cars new, his clothes trendy and his life mobile.

I knew of love once - The laughter stopped, and a silence fell over the room. Jason stirred, his injuries beginning to come to life and speak up. The vampire noticed this and smiled.

the vampire nudged him - If it weren't for his extensive injuries and discomfort, Jason might never have woken from the hypnotic ease he had fallen into listening to the vampire tell his story. In fact, long after the story had stopped, and the vampire fell silent, Jason continued to lay with his eyes closed, not sleeping, but not yet awake.

Believed to be - The mutilated body of Tommy Hill wasn't discovered until three days had passed. Stuffed in the trunk of the car, it wasn't noticed until a few warmer than average January days turned the once popular college senior into a putrid stench machine. Police investigating the murder found no clues in the car, so a canvas of the surrounding neighbors began.