It’s a rare honor to be hosting a vampire on my blog–even more so a snarky and hot one! Solomon Wictred is with us today, to enlighten us on facts and myths concerning his kind.
Hello, and thank you to Sotia Lazu for having me on her blog today. My name is Solomon Wictred, and I’m the middle son of the Wictred vampire family. Yada, yada, yada and all that bullshit. Let’s be real. Nobody likes to talk about themselves, but hey, it’s my favorite thing. I stopped by to discuss what kind of vampire I am, and what I’m not. These are popular story tropes for vampire fiction.
Story: Vampires can’t go into the sun
Yeah, that’s not true. There’s nothing special about my skin. I’m not allergic to the sun. Granted, I’m more of a homebody, but that’s because humans can be so tempting when they’re afraid and running for their lives. I believe the anti-sun theory started back in early America because my kind only hunted at night. They were enticed by hiding in the shadows, and more importantly, we have to keep our species a secret. The last thing we want is a war between humans and vampires. We might kill our food.
Story: Vampires are allergic to garlic
*laughs* Really? You think that will kill me? Too cute, humans, but no. This story began when one of the vampire leaders living in Philadelphia hated the smell of garlic, and would pass onto the next victim so he wouldn’t have to be near it.
Story: Vampires get burned by blessed objects
As much as I hate to admit shit like this, yes, it’s true. Since I am a form of a demon, anything from God can hurt me. But don’t bust out your crosses yet. Something blessed once, or something small, only burns my skin. Now, a church that’s blessed often and houses so much religious paraphernalia will cause my skin to burst open and, well, it’s not pretty.
Story: Vampires can be killed with a wooden stake to the heart
Oh, what humans won’t come up with. No, I can’t be killed by something so trivial. I’ve been stabbed, beat over the head, you name it. Fuck, my older brother likes to shoot me as punishment. What does kill me? Sorry, but that’s my secret.
Story: Vampires hate what they are
*shakes my head* This is the biggest load of shit in centuries. I love what I am. I love what I do. Why wouldn’t I? I’m strong, impervious to disease, and the best fucking predator on this planet. The idea that most of fiction portrays my kind as brooding cry babies makes me want to puke.
Story: Vampires give the best orgasms
Well, a story I’m more than happy to prove as truth. I can’t speak for all vampires, but I’ve never had any complaints. *winks* Only one way to find out.
Well, I think that about covers the major ones. I’d love for you to learn more about me and see how a vampire family runs. You think your family is fucked up? Wait until you meet mine.
She will feed them or die. Or both.
Just when eighteen-year-old Mary Scott is ready to go to culinary school, she’s captured and held prisoner by The Order-a religious group that sells humans to vampires. Mary is sent to become the blood slave to the Wictreds, a family of three vampires. There’s Deacon, the gentleman with a short temper, Solomon, sarcastic one with some serious mood swings, and Cain, the child-like one that has a problem with self control. Her only hope is to escape, but she has a single chance. If she’s caught she’ll be killed to keep her silent.
As time passes, Mary’s days become numbered. After all, she has only so much blood. The longer she’s in the house, the more time she spends with Solomon. When he’s not toying with her, he’s actually a nice guy and protects her from his brothers. Mary loves his company and soon his presence makes her heart flutter. But humans and vampires must be separate, and Deacon will do anything to keep the family honor intact.
Anais Morgan has been writing, in one form or another, since she was fourteen. Her loves have always been romance, followed by paranormals. It seems cliché, but she loves a classic tale with a sexy twist. If she can get inspiration from anything, it’d be Titanic. Anais has been married since 2007 to an equally strange man. Technically they don’t have kids, but four pets equal kids, don’t they?
Anais also writes under the pen name Erika Lindsen where you can check out paranormal romances, from sweet to steamy. But Erika does come armed with zombies and vampires.