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Drink Deeply

Surrendering her life to copywriting for the biotech wing of a multinational corporation was not what Eliza Latimer had had in mind for herself when she graduated from college with a degree in English. Seized by a sudden impulse to defy her fate, she sends a series of incendiary e-mails to the higher echelons of the company. Eliza is certain that she will be fired. But, why would a huge corporation like Monte Salute bring one of its lowliest employees upstate to meet the gorgeous sole heir and owner, if he was just going to fire her? Alessandro Neroni has a secret that Eliza is about to find out. But, she has a secret of her own. On the other side of the country, Nick Assenzio was working with a team of physicists on the verge of a revolutionary break-through. His life is plunged into disarray when he is implicated in a terrorist plot and must run from a fate worse than death. With his world turned completely upside down, Nick must ally himself with an alcoholic, chain-smoking, semi-immortal magician named Beau. How will a shadowy religious cabal, an extradimensional bar, the scientific manifestation of hell, werewolves, vampires, and things that go bump in the night eventually weave the fabric Eliza's destiny to Nick's? Who will survive? Can they, along with their unlikely allies, save the world from the Pandemonium Dream? Drink Deeply is created by Emile Bienert, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author.

Emile Bienert · Fantasie
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50 Chs

Chapter 11: May the Wolf Die!

Eliza could feel the pulse in her neck in expectation of a sharp pain. Her hair was standing on end. Hot blood was pounding through her body, and it was telling her to fight back. She struggled, but to no avail. Her leg snapped under her, a hyperextension of her knee. Somehow, her adrenaline managed to override the sensation. She couldn’t run now, even if she had gotten away. What was the point though? He was certainly much stronger than her. Mr. Neroni was a vampire, and he was going to kill her. This was it. She hadn’t even seen Australia.

His mouth came down, fangs first. Eliza winced in anticipation. She felt his mouth on her neck. It was cold. Of course, he was undead, right? But, why didn’t it hurt? Why didn’t she feel like she was dying? She felt the prick of the fangs again, but it was like a dull pin hitting the toughest part of her heel.

“Daverro!” growled Mr. Neroni.