Vampires Of The Eight George Kramer ©2020 Vampires Of The Eight. Written by George Kramer. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in any retrieval system, or transmitted in any way by any means, electronic, photocopy, recording, or otherwise without the prior permission of the author. Other books by George Kramer: YA Fantasy: Arcadis Prophecy Arcadis War Arcadis Special Edition (Books one and two plus a short story) Arcadis Decimation Arcadis Emperor of all, Emperor on None Arcadis Convergence Arcadis To walk among the Gods Arcadis Days of Reckoning Arcadis Crucial Choices Arcadis Nothing is as it Seems Murder/Mystery: To Some It’s Just A Rose Medical Horror: Blind to Blood Blind to Blood 2 The Endgame Collection of short stories: Shattered Lives Poetry: Pondering Existence What then is the written word for? Non-fiction: Conversations with Caris Supernatural: Vampires Of The Eight Graphic novel: Arcadis Prophecy’s Origin (Only available through me. Use my email below) If you want to read more about my books, please go to: www.amazon.com/author/georgekramer If you enjoyed my book(s) and would like to email me, go to: Dedication I want to thank Ray Wininger for his usual support while I am writing a new book. To Bryan Evans, who always provides me with a “sciencey” response that has merit. Chris Maksymczak was instrumental in helping me find a solution to a struggle I had at the beginning of the story. To my beta readers, Michelle Sargent and Ginger Cook, I thank you! To my wife and daughter, as always, give me the freedom to write, especially when I am in my writing zone. A special heartfelt thanks and shout out to my friend and editor Kelly Lopez Dillion! She did a fantastic job! And to the people that enjoy my books, thank you! BLOOD TYPE COMPATIBILITY CHART Can Receive From or Take Blood From BLOOD TYPES O- O+ B- B+ A- A+ AB- AB+ AB+ X X X X X X X X AB- X X X X A+ X X X X A- X X B+ X X X X B- X X O+ X X O- X *This is not a donation chart. Instead, it’s a receiving chart. Nor does it contain plasma criteria. For example, an O negative person can donate to any ther blood type, but can only receive O negative blood. Being able to take blood is the focus of my book. List of blood types and their rulers: O PositiveSol Rastin, Ray Greenwell A PositiveOctavus, the Brooder B PositiveSilvia, the Hopeful AB PositiveClayton Cole, the Archetype O NegativeMaryl Rosser, the Seeker A NegativeSalvatore, the Great B NegativeTrevor, the Giant AB NegativePlatov, the Compromiser Chapter One Present Day, May 3rd Clayton Cole was leisurely strolling along the worn-out path on his estate when he sniffed the air, stopped, and trembled with delight. His well-toned six-foot frame stiffened as he determined the origin of the delicious aroma. His long brown hair twisted in all directions in the summer’s swift breeze. His ultra-keen vision found his potential prey sixty yards to the north. With unmatched stealth, Clayton silently sped to the brink of the tree line. He stole a gaze from the edge of the thick tree trunk. There was a clearing with a large meadow where Clayton saw a human woman who was humming an unfamiliar tune. The woman was picking flowers and herbs and placing them in her woven basket. The tall green grass went well past her thighs as she leaned over to smell a flower. As she stood upright, the woman smiled as a warm breeze skirted through, which made her long blond hair fall in her face. She gazed down, picked a flower, stood up, and swatted flies away with her basket. “Shoo, you pesky buggers!” Clayton could see her blood throbbing and pumping throughout her soft, delicate body. Clayton silently gauged how much longer the woman had to live when he unconsciously placed his hand on the tree. He saw the ancient language made from dried blood that remained engraved in it from his finger a hundred years ago. The blood was much brighter than he remembered. Clayton slowly traced the old and familiar tongue when he realized he was at the perimeter where he wouldn’t step beyond. If he didn’t want to break the treaty with the other blood types, Clayton would remain where he was. He was hungry, but he would not cross the boundary line. “Damn!” He cursed silently to himself. The human woman was his blood type too! Clayton took one last look at his lost meal and was turning when something caught his attention. He went back to the enormous tree trunk and could smell predators that were eyeing his abandoned prey. Then a thought surfaced. If Clayton could breathe in their scent, it was more than likely the other intruders could smell him too. Curious, Clayton let his presence be known and walked to the opening between his treeline and the vast field that stretched for miles. He watched as the other raiders quickly overtook the woman. The woman’s woven basket flew in the air while all the plants and herbs scattered on the ground. Before they attempted to devour the precious ingredient of life, the vampires looked straight at Clayton and smiled. Clayton came to the edge of the perimeter and stared at the three vampires as he put his hands behind his back. He was not afraid of them or of them crossing the boundary
