Rise of the Dark Sun (The Blood Lust Plague Trilogy Book 1) Read Free Page A

truth, was so disheartening, he considered death an easy end. This realization was ironic in a tragic way, because part of the reason he had been so eager to become what he is and learn about its history was because of the lack of death it could potentially provide.
    Micah took this all in as he neared the climax once again within himself. His excitement was mounting; he could feel it once again coursing through his veins. He knew that he needed to act now, or risk losing it all once again if he were interrupted.
    It had taken a lot longer than he had hoped to build up enough anger and excitement to commit to his decision once again, but now that he had, he once again relished in it. As he breathed in his last bit of air, the world seemed to stand still. All that he could see was that sunlight, warming the glass like a hot pan, ready to cook him alive and end this misery that he had allowed to enter into and consume his life.
    With that, Micah dove forward , hitting the glass and hearing his body sizzle before he felt any pain. Although, when the pain arrived, it was worse than he could have ever anticipated. His whole body felt ablaze and for a long moment, he fought the urge to recoil.
    Just die! Micah thought. Just die! Silently, Micah pleaded with anyone or anything that would listen to just take him from this world immediately.  But, rather, he felt himself being slow-cooked. His body, although it felt as though it was going to explode at any moment, continued to function. His eyes continued to see the smoke that his burning and charred body was emitting, and his heart continued to pump what was left of other people’s blood through his system.
    Then, suddenly, when Micah was too weak to fight his own survival mode, his body used its last bit of energy to peel himself away from the window, and Micah fell into the safety of the shaded floor.
    To his dismay, the pain immediately started to recede, but he was too weak to finish the task. Nonetheless, Micah was still very much alive.
    With his last bit of consciousness, Micah laughed . Well, I am a Vampire, after all.

Chapter 2
    As promised, Jeremy was back, banging away at Micah’s door as soon as night fell.  I’m supposed to be dead by now, Micah thought with distain as he opened his eyes with some amount of difficulty. As his eyes peeled open, healing after becoming charred, the first thing Micah saw was now his enemy; that window, which was supposed to have sealed his fate, now only prolongs his misery. “What a failure. I can’t even kill myself right…” Micah mumbled to himself.
    “Micah! I hear you in there! You promised you would come out and play!” Jeremy called playfully from behind the door, knocking once again.
    “Yea, yea! I’m coming!” Micah called so that his truly human friend would not try to beat the door down in an effort to kidnap him from his own room and force him to have mortal fun with people Micah now saw as more delectable then his mortal love of T-bone steaks!
    Interacting with the truly living now was very much like trying to have a conversation with a fully garnished dinner which you could not eat, though you were dying of starvation.
    As Micah rose to his feet, he noticed something : the lack of pain. Remembering all too well the pain he had endured only hours earlier, it should have left him just below medium rare and unable to move. Despite his clothes, which were burned off of him, Micah was completely healed. Micah looked down at his hands. There were no signs of burning at all.
    He s miled to himself, finding comfort in the fact that he would not have to interact with what should be his dinner looking like a piece of burnt toast. That should at least tone down the questioning.
    Taking a deep breath, and trying tried to put on his truly human face, Micah smiled and opened the door for Jeremy.
    “Finally! The fire is already going and there is someone who has been dying to see you…” Jeremy stopped short and peered