Twisting The Stake

Get your teeth into this

THERE’S a new twist to vampire hunters presented by the latest short story published on Tyke Script Redrafted. The story – Taste Of The Night Life – is an exclusive offering having never before been published. It presents a disturbing and original take on the ongoing struggle between humanity and the creatures of the night.

There’s something about vampires that makes them special, every vampire knows that, but the real meat and bone of this story will make you wonder – just who is the monster here? There’s something about the blood that just makes ‘em come back for more…

Taste the extract below, then visit Tyke Script Redrafted to read the entire story:


I breezed past, like wind in shadow. I heard [my companion’s] feet shuffle on the flagstones as he struggled to keep up. His jacket flapped and scuffed. A vampire’s hearing is not infallible, but with this fool’s sartorial ensemble, they hardly needed to be.

“So what are you going to show me? It better be worth it!”

The hint of the laughing boy was back. I smiled at his shell of bravado and kept pushing the pace. “I shall show you the night,” I said. “And if you are lucky – you may participate in the kill.”

“You’re serious?”

“Deadly so.”

“How… how many vampires you killed?”

“More than many, less than some. I kill enough for my purpose.”

He grunted, lost for words. I do believe he was finally beginning to wonder what alcohol and mockery had gotten him into. I was beginning to enjoy it myself.

“They burn up in the sun right? So if they got to hide in the day, why are we out here in the middle of the night?”

Another smile. Sunlight! As if. “I enjoy the night. It’s more fun this way.”

“Right.” I saw that he was not convinced. Well, the night would change all that.

I kept us walking through the city. The hour was late. We had the place almost exclusively to ourselves. I knew there was a vampire in this city, but for the moment we were nowhere near its hunting ground. I wanted to walk some of the arrogance out of my companion first. Let it moulder into fear and impatience. Both are excellent ingredients for stupefying common sense. Alcohol and machismo too. Why else was he here with me – a stranger – in the dead of night? I will show him. Later.

Another question blossomed in my companion’s mind. His brain was indeed working. “Is this some kind of quest to vanquish evil, then?”

I rolled my eyes. “What is evil? They’re like you and me but perhaps they have acquired less of the bullshit that civilisation has smeared upon our sensibilities. They are animals. They hunt their prey. They breed. They struggle to survive in their ecological niche. No different to us. Predators killing predators. Parasites feeding from parasites.”

He looked bewildered. As indeed he should. “So... so why do you hunt them?”

Why indeed?

To find out why, then read the rest of Taste Of The Night Life, only on Tyke Script Redrafted.

Category: FICTION