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The Blind Vampire Hunter

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The Blind Vampire Hunter
by Tim Forder

 

 

 

 

Published by

Melange Books, LLC

White Bear Lake, MN 55110

www.melange-books.com

 

The Blind Vampire Hunter, Copyright
2014 by Tim Forder

 

ISBN: 978-1-61235-790-4

 

Names, characters, and incidents
depicted in this book are products of the author’s imagination or
are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales,
organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental
and beyond the intent of the author or the publisher. No part of
this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any
means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording,
or by any information storage and retrieval system, without
permission in writing from the publisher.

 

Published in the United States of
America.

 

Cover Design by Stephanie
Flint

 

 

 

THE BLIND VAMPIRE HUNTER

by Tim
Forder

 

Jack Poisner is legally blind; growing up in
a world not yet familiar with the concept of legal blindness, he
learns how to fight to survive his peers, the education system and
more.

Eventually, happily married with a family of
his own and living well with his visual disadvantages, life throws
him an overripe pumpkin – when he wakes up one morning and
discovers, he is suddenly, totally blind!

Although adjusting to his new life of visual
darkness a new and much greater darkness enters his life, a
boarder: A vampire, that only he can see, has come to live within
the safety of his home, in easy reach of his family and
himself.

A vampire hunter is born—The Blind Vampire
Hunter.

 

 

Table of Contents

INTRODUCTION

 

Chapter One: The Blind is Born, or is he?

Chapter Two: Going Blind

Chapter Three: Going, Going, Gone

Chapter Four: Adjusting

Chapter Five: The Boarder

Chapter Six: Meeting Isabella Bathory, Boarder

Chapter Seven: Best Bud, Eric

Chapter Eight: The Fire

Chapter Nine: A Vampire Hunter is Born

Chapter Ten: Death for Two Dollars

Chapter Eleven: Halloween

Chapter Twelve: Celeste

Chapter Thirteen: Dr. Who

Chapter Fourteen: The Celeste Problem

Chapter Fifteen: Bad Night at the Theater

Chapter Sixteen: Christmas

Chapter Seventeen: The Mole is Back

Chapter Eighteen: Dr. Peterson

Chapter Nineteen: Nuts

Chapter Twenty: A Death in the Family

 

NOTES

 

About the Author

Previews

 

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

I would like to thank my good friend
from John Hopkins...

 

Gislin Dagnelie, Ph.D.

Associate Professor of
Ophthalmology

Lions Vision Research & Rehab
Center

Johns Hopkins Univ. School of
Medicine

For his technical support pertaining
to RP.

 

Thanks to

James (Digger McGee)
Forder

For his technical support on the
handling of the newly deceased.

 

I would like to thank my whole
family for their support in this
endeavor
.

 

 

Introduction

 

Mardi Gras. A vampire’s holiday. For about a
week, a vampire may be seen in public, exposed fangs and all;
within this massive crowd of festive customers that may include
hundreds of costumed vampires. A real vampire is just one more
costumed vampire. I’m just another phony costumed vampire among
parades of phony vampires, so they assume. If the vampire dines
smartly they may have all they can consume without raising any
alarms. A vampire’s buffet. Drink a little here, consume a little
there and with a little restraint no one is hurt, no one is the
wiser. The ability to consume without killing takes maturity that
only comes with many years of vampire experience.

How old am I? You should know better than to
ask a woman her age, especially a female vampire who might forget
herself and rip your head off, and gorge on all that delicious
blood pumping out of your open neck hole; all that delightfully
delicious blood that is supposedly heading for your head to feed
your now dying brain. Meanwhile, you are horrifyingly watching this
exhibition while your brain is waiting to starve to death.

With everyone in festive clothing and
vampires such a popular mythical creature to mimic in costumes, a
vampire can come out as they are; even while baring one’s real
vampire fangs in public, everyone else just thinks you’re so cool
or just one of hundreds of other costumed vampires.

Hell. A vampire may eat right out in the open
and everybody around is thinking you are either over playing your
part as a mythical creature of the night, or you are a loving
couple too cheap or too cheesy to get a room.

“Hi, babe, I got something for you to bite,”
interrupted my musings. A big fat guy in a biker costume had called
out or maybe he really was a real biker. What did it matter? I
could sense the increased blood flow pumping hard within this guy.
Apparently my sexy vampire outfit consisting of a white
off-the-shoulder peasant blouse with red lace, short black skirt,
and of course, the ever present Vampire black satin cape with red
interior was already getting this guy’s juices flowing, already
seasoning his blood with delicious endorphins.
My next meal is
about to be served.

Walking seductively toward him, creating a
nice little wave of my skirt and a nice bounce from within my
braless peasant blouse, I deliberately walked up to him in a way
that would further turn him on and get those spicy endorphins
flowing. As I got close to him, I made eye contact with my
appetizer, my first meal of the night. This just got his juices
flowing faster; he was going to be a good first meal...

He was not properly prepared yet so,
tantalizingly him further, I whispered, “And I have something for
you,
” while giving him a little private squeeze of a growing
bulge below the belt as I spoke. That did it; if he got any more
excited, he might give himself a heart attack. He was just about
ready.

As I locked my gaze with his, I put the
thought into his over-sexed mind that he was about to get the
hickey of his life. After giving him a light feathery kiss on his
lips to give him something to think about, I brushed my luscious
lips down and sideways on to his neck. When I found the strong
pumping vein I was looking for I sunk my fangs into his neck and
totally orgasamed on my first meal of the night. Personally, I
favor my meals heavily seasoned with endorphins, easily done with a
little sexual foreplay, but I’m not likely to pass up a meal nicely
seasoned with adrenalin even easier to create from a heavy dose of
fear.

As I dined, a clown passing by called out,
“Get a room!”

This was early into this night’s festivity.
Later in the night, there would be so many lovers necking, everyone
else will just begin to unconsciously ignore it, especially those
who have gotten into the local joy juice. [There is some fine
liquor in Louisiana.]

I left the biker resting up against the wall;
he looked as if he had just had the best part of this night, and
yes, he was very much alive. With all the dining opportunities
tonight would provide, there was no need for anyone to die,
particularly if I could enthrall them into total bliss as easily as
I enthralled that biker.

At one point in the evening, I heard a voice
from above calling, “Lady Vampire, up here, Lady Vampire.” Looking
skyward, I found a man calling down to me. He looked as if he might
really be a fellow vampire in his smashing leather suit and
beautiful long ivory fangs. He had fangs a Vampire would undie for.
He called down, “Room 410, come up and see me.” So I did.

As I neared the door with the gold number
“410” embossed on it, the door opened and the fellow vampire...was
a phony. He had a heartbeat and, from down within the crowd, I was
not able to detect any sound of a heartbeat. I really thought he
might be the real thing, a fellow Vampire out to enjoy the Vampire
smorgasbord this night provides. He waved a gentlemanly arm and
proclaimed, “Please, fellow Vampire, come in, come in.”

My disappointment in finding my Vampire host
to be a phony must have shown. “Is there something wrong?”

Well, this would provide for a nice quiet,
undisturbed meal, so why not.

Painting a smile on her face, she entered
saying, “I am surprised to see that you have two beds in your
gentleman’s suite.” It seemed odd to me that a single man would pay
for a room with two beds. I have had some experience within many
gentlemen’s hotel or motel rooms, so this really seemed odd.

With a slightly leering look, my phony
Vampire answered, “One bed to exercise with my quests and one bed
to sleep on.”

I noticed that one bed had indeed been used,
the thrown off sheets made it easy to surmise that it was not used
for sleeping. My next meal was making his way toward a table with
two chairs conveniently placed so one or more could easily take in
the festivities below. He showed me a seat and said, “Please sit
and enjoy the view while I get us a couple of drinks from the
min-bar. Would you like a wine or a beer as we enjoy the
festivities above the hubbub of the crowds below?”

“Just water, please.” When I entered, I
noticed an increase in the sound of his beating heart. From many
years experience I knew for a fact that my next appetizer was
already starting to season up nicely with his premonition of a
possible second conquest. But he wasn’t ready quite yet.

While taking my seat I made a point of
letting my short black skirt ride up my long, luscious legs.

From the sudden increase in his pulse, he had
not missed my performance. I made a display of crossing my legs
slowly, while sitting facing him, deliberately giving him a
flirtatious up the skirt glimpse of future possibilities.

He was seasoning up very nicely and, the way
things were progressing, he was going to be a lovely meal.

With my leggy performance done, I responded
to his inquiry of my drink preference in my sexiest voice, “Just a
glass of water, please. I don’t drink, not this early in the day.”
I then made a point of looking out onto the festive parade so he
could continue enjoying the view of my legs while supposedly
getting my drink of water.

When he came near with my drink of choice, I
enjoyed seeing the great difficulty he was having keeping the water
from spilling. I figured my meal was plenty ready for consumption.
I gently pushed his arm holding the glass of water out from between
us, enjoying the shocked expression that was replacing the smug
look of a hunter eagerly eyeing his prey. He was stunned, frozen,
while he viewed the sight of a pair of real Vampire fangs forming
from my upper canine cuspids. In my mind I pictured lunging
forward, locking him into place as my fangs bit deeply, oh so
deeply into his throbbing neck. Before he could scream, I brought
up my hand, from years of dining, and clamped off a scream that was
now trapped within his lower throat.

In my orgasmic delight, I bit deeply into his
throat, like the wild animal I was, and ripped out the side of his
throat, spitting the mass of flesh to the carpeted floor. I
greedily clamped my bloody, ravenous mouth onto his neck, sinking
my hungry fangs deep into a vein. I enjoyed every morsel of his
pulsating life fluids.

While the image of what could be was still
alive in my mind I reached out for the glass of water with two
hands so that one of my hands would brush his hand very softly,
very tenderly—a promise of things to come.

With the other hand, I caught the glass as he
momentarily forgot himself and almost dropped it as a result of my
distracting touch. This tender moment also gave me an opportunity
to enthrall him into a promise of sexual delight that got his pulse
pumping so hard, I was starting to worry that he might pop
something, like a vein, before I got to enjoy my properly prepared
meal.

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