Because he's a vampire, Jonathon Splinter needs to feed, hungry for blood. He seeks out young men along Lake Erie in the small town of Bitter. As Halloween approaches, Jonathon devises a plan for his next hunt with the help of his mortal lover and personal assistant, Toby Kinks.<br><br>Life grows bitter for Jonathon, though. Someone discovered his true identity and witnessed one of his bloody hunts where he not only fed but also murdered the man. Now Jonathon is being blackmailed.<br><br>With Toby’s help, Jonathon seeks out the blackmailer, and the two devise a plan in which Jonathon will hunt and feed on the man. But on the evening of the planned murder, Jonathon Splinter's bloody life will change forever.

Blood on My Hands

I called Toby because he knew how to clean up messes in my life. The guy didn’t pick up his cellphone, though. It went to voicemail, but I didn’t leave a message. Some things weren’t mean to be left as messages, particular details of a bloody crime and one of my discovered victims.


I paced. What else was there to do to calm my nerves? I didn’t drink alcohol. I didn’t smoke weed. Pacing seemed as if it were my only go-to. Medicine for my deranged and undead soul.


Upset, on edge, unable to clear my thoughts of that August night under Coleman Bridge, I called Toby’s cellphone again. This time I left a message.


“Need to talk. It’s important. Please.”


Chapter 13