The Vampire Virus

The Vampire Virus

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Susie and Amanda return to France and the dilapidated chateau, where she comes face to face with the savage vampires who have not adapted to living in the light. During an attack, the virus in her body turns against her and then she discovers unconditional love where she never even looked. As she settles in her new circumstances, surrounded by her dysfunctional family, would she choose mortality or immortality? Young Adult / Teen Vampire Romance Try it now. CHAPTER ONE Amanda and I arrive at the run-down, sad and ruined chateau late in the afternoon. When we drive down the dirt road between the tall trees and past the derelict, once white, wooden fencing, I have a sad feeling of dread. We drive through the overgrown bushes and then there it is, large and majestic, from a lost era. We stop the car in front of the defunct pond that used to be so imposing. The walls crumbling and the floor bright green, covered in a multitude of moss variants. Hesitantly we walk up the wide, flowing stairs and then in front of the large wooden doors we stop. Amanda looks at me apprehensively while I look for the key I have kept all these years. I pull the heavy silver key from the navy velvet satchel and I push it into the keyhole. It scrapes as I force the lock to turn and then together we push the heavy doors open. It opens silently and I am shocked when I see the splendour and glitter that I was so used to when walking through these doors, non-existent. Everything is dull and grey, all the colour sucked out of the heavy chandeliers, the rich wood and furnishings. Amanda walks further into the foyer and then into the first reception room. Immediately she starts to pull the heavy white sheets off the chairs and billows of dust explode into the air. I follow her and then I stop at the door, looking up at the portrait of my mother. It is as if I am looking up at my own reflection, except for our different hair colour. Although the painting is dull, I can still see her dark, long hair and the brilliant sapphire eyes. This is the first time I notice the sorrow in her eyes. When I was younger, I used to look up at her sadly and wish that I knew her. I grew up wishing that she never died when I was born and I often wondered what it would have felt like to feel her arms fold around me. I grew up with Francois as my only family member, and more often than not, he used to look at me with regret and longing in his eyes. I knew when he looked at me he saw my mother and he missed her. The feelings of loneliness and solitude, I used to have flood back and I feel like that little girl again. Amanda's voice breaks through my dark memories, "Help me. We will clean this room so that we have somewhere to sleep. Tomorrow we will walk through the rest of the house and plan how we will restore it. It is going to be a mammoth task." She laughs bitterly. "Not that we have anything else to do." I look at her and frown, and then silently I start pulling sheets from the furniture. Excerpt. (c) Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved."show more

Product details

  • Paperback | 176 pages
  • 128.52 x 198.37 x 10.16mm | 249.47g
  • Createspace Independent Publishing Platform
  • English
  • Illustrations, black and white
  • 1508728305
  • 9781508728306

About Lynette Ferreira

Lynette Ferreira was born and mainly raised in South Africa, but she also lived in Namibia and Ireland. She holds qualifications in marketing and education. For most of her adult life, she worked as a personal assistant at an international financial institution, then she was a quality assessor, a trainer, and also a shoulder to cry on at a youth group. Besides writing, she enjoys spending time with her family, reading and watching lots of movies. She currently lives in Northern Ireland with her husband, children, a spoilt black cat, one goldfish and two mice.show more