Light Me Up (eBook)

86 pages | eBook | 6x9"
Date of publication: 12/05/2014
  • ISBN: 978-1-941984-17-8
  • Model: 19656 words

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Could transforming Ben into a Vampire be Ruth's Hanukkah gift?

Ruth has been a vampire for sixty-five years after being assaulted by a vampire during World War II while her family hid from the Nazis. One night, she is drawn to a house where they are celebrating Hanukkah and the candles are burning in the window. There, she meets a man, Benjamin Fox, who is immune to her vampire charms. Ben is thirty-five years old and dying of a heart problem he's had since he was a child.

Together, they will form a friendship that could be so much more if either could allow it. But when Ben is about to succumb to his illness, Ruth must decide whether to give in to his wishes and make him a vampire too. She is, he's decided, his ultimate Hanukkah gift.

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Ruth stood on the roof of the building across the street and watched them. It had been sixty-five years since she'd heard the words spoken, and yet she still knew them as she'd known them as a human, which surprised her.

Most of the time, she wasn't easily astonished.

In terms of time, it had been sixty-five years since the Nazis had found her family's hiding place in the fake bottom of a barn in rural Poland and taken them all away to be killed in the nearest concentration camp.

The Nazis had taken her--but they hadn't killed her. No, the Vampire had done that. And then he'd changed her so she would never draw another breath, never see the sunlight, and needed to feed off the blood of others to survive. In this day and age with the cinemas showing love stories about young girls and glowing Vampires, it wasn't a story that would shock and awe anymore.

She was a Vampire, and while she was now a creature to be worshiped in the church of Pop Culture, she would live forever and knew that sometime in the future she would be feared as a monster again.

It didn't matter. Only the blood mattered most of the time.

Tonight was one of those rare exceptions.

The chanting of the children as they lit the Hanukah candles mattered because it made her remember things she'd long ago ceased wasting time thinking about.

Needing to be closer, she dropped off the roof with one easy step and landed on the ground in front of the house that had drawn her attention.

Three children spoke in unison.

Borukh Ato Adoynoy Eloyheynu Melekh Ho-oylom Asher Kiddeshonu Be-mitsvoysov Ve-tsivonu Lehadlik Neyr Shel khanuko.

Silently, she translated the blessing into English.

Blessed are You, Lord our God, King of the universe, who has sanctified us by His commandments, and has commanded us to kindle the lights of Hanukkah.

Her father had made them learn it both ways. He'd been so sure that someday they'd come to America. He'd told her stories, tons of them, about what their life would be like when they did. He wanted them to be able to pray in the language of the country he told them would be their home.

She didn't think of her family often, and when she did it was as if she remembered someone else's life. Her mother with her round, soft face and gentle voice had been the keeper of all the traditions in their lives. She made sure they got to synagogue on Saturday for services; she made sure they went again on Sundays to study. Even the women, she had told them, had things to learn.

Her brothers would make Bar Mitzvah, well, some of them would. The ones who had lived to be thirteen. The others had studied but never had their turn to perform the ceremony. At least, she didn't think they had. It was possible some of them survived the Holocaust, although it wasn't likely. She'd thought it best she not find out if they lived as she was technically not alive, and her undead arrival might cause them stress.

They'd been a big family. Five girls, six boys. She could no longer remember all of their names. One by one, they had slipped away into the oblivion where her mind put her human memories. So few coherent thoughts about those dead children remained. She was the oldest. Twenty-two when she'd had the blood drained from her body, replaced by the Vampire venom that had made her a creature of the night.

Her father, grey-haired, stooped over from sewing all day, was a tailor; a highly respected member of their community.

He had never gotten to the United States. His little Ruthie had, but not in any way her dead Papa could possibly have imagined.

The three children whose voices beckoned her from her darkness stood in front of the window of the house facing the night. Ruth hunted for blood on this block a lot. Beautiful colonial houses that had seen better days lined the quiet street. The neighborhood was called 'run down'. The elderly tended not to report aches and pains or strange bite marks they found on their bodies, dismissing most things as just being part of old age, which made it an ideal hunting ground for her.

All blood tasted the same to Ruth. It didn't matter if it came from a baby, a marathon runner, or a person on death's door. All she cared about was that she got to feed.

This particular house, the one with the shutters she thought of as yellow, and even then that was a guess because she hadn't seen that shade in sixty-five years, was home to an old woman who seemed to reside by herself.

Tonight, however, and maybe that was because of the holiday, it was filled with people. She could hear their heartbeats inside. At least four adults accompanied the three children who stood by the window.

Ruth looked up at the sky. Darkness had won its nightly battle with the sun, and once again the world around seemed dark and devoid of light. They'd said the prayer late. When she'd been a child, it had always been done at sunset. Apparently it was her lucky night. If they'd done it when they should have, she wouldn't have seen it.

Being a Vampire meant staying hidden until complete darkness, unless you wanted to die.

So far Ruth had no interest in that.


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As a teenager, I would hide in my room to read my favorite romance novels when I was supposed to be doing my homework. I hope, these days, that my parents think it was worth it.

I am the mother of three adorable boys and I am fortunate to be married to my best friend. We’ve just moved from New Jersey to Texas where I am learning to love Barbecue!

I am in love with science fiction, fantasy and the paranormal and try to use all these elements in my writing. I've been told I'm a little bloodthirsty so I hope that when you read my work you'll enjoy the action-packed ride that always ends in romance. I love to write series because I love to see characters develop over time and it always makes me happy to see my favorite characters make guest appearances in other books. In my world anything is possible, anything can happen, and you should suspect that it will.



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