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

Shawn languidly walked through the cemetery. Or so Lance believed, thinking he saw the man. It couldn’t be Shawn, though. No way. Maybe it just happened to be someone who resembled him. The mind accomplished strange occurrences like that, didn’t it?


He carried a hemp satchel over his left shoulder. It looked heavy at the bottom, filled with something. Shawn—no, it wasn’t Shawn; he wouldn’t believe it was his dead boyfriend, now resurrected from the grave like Jesus—sported jeans and a long-sleeved plaid shirt; a usual combination for him. He hadn’t gained any weight, or lost any that Lance could tell, always slim and muscular. The man hadn’t changed since two summers before. The same.


Lance told himself, “Gone. Gone. Gone.”


The man in the cemetery vanished in the fog; there one second and disappeared the next. Lance chalked it up as a short mind-game. The unseen being…seen. Someone he wantedto see. A psychological freak show inside his head.


Chapter 16