The Last Vampire Standing POD Print

By Tony-Paul de Vissage

The South is being invaded…by vampires.

That’s nothing new, but Vlad Chemare isn’t some angst-filled paranormal hero longing for his lost soulmate. He’s up-to-date, traveling by jet, and seeking revenge against the master who buried him alive in punishment for daring to lead a revolt back in the 15th century. Armed with American Express and a Kevlar vest, Vlad’s out for blood…specifically Baslo Rigla’s. With the vampires of Savannah and their American defiance of tyranny rallied around him, he’s not only got his army, but the local werewolf population is volunteering to become his K-9 Corps.

As the fight begins, with the city of Savannah as the battleground, and the rest of the world as the prize, Vlad suddenly faces something he hadn’t expected… Will he let his feelings for mortal Meredith Swanson stand in his way?

After all, a woman’s just a woman, but revenge is a dish enjoyed even six hundred years later.

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Sensuality rating: 4

Cover Art by Blaise Kilgallen



Chapter 1

Savannah, Georgia

June 21, 2012


 Trash Day. Pickup at 6:00 AM tomorrow morning.

I started toward the trash bin, lugging my two plastic bags. Not much refuse this week, only enough to fill one of the grocery bags I used instead of genuine wastebasket liners. Behind me, something moved, dislodging an object and sending it rolling across the alley. A rat? God, I hoped not. I hated those critters with their beady eyes and long, naked tails. Some of them were as big as cats and in the dark, could almost be mistaken for felines. Wharf rats, we called them, because they used to come from the ships docking in the harbor, sliding down the casting lines and right over the huge cork rat-stoppers on the lengths.

Get your mind off giant rats and the reason you’re out here. Looking around, I stopped at the nearest bin, opening the lid and dropping the bigger bag inside. I set the other on the lid.

A footstep. The scuff of a sole on a cobble. Definitely not a rat, unless the rat was wearing Nikes.

Over my shoulder, I saw four dim red glows in the darkness to the side of a bin. I turned back to the bag on the lid, opening it and taking out a small Styrofoam clam-shell. A hand touched my shoulder. I jumped, whirling around to stare into a shaggy face that would’ve sent a Siberian husky into love-spasms.

“Hi, Mer.” Dustin’s werewolf smile was a fang-filled extravaganza.

“Do you have to do that?” I snapped. “I knew you were there but you still scared me.”

“Got to keep my stealthing skills up to par.” He gave an exaggerated shrug, waving arms ending in what appeared to be fun-fur gloves. “What’d you bring me?”

“The usual, with fries and extra catsup. Where’s Sebastian?”

“Where I always am.” Sebastian materialized behind Dustin. Tonight, he was accompanied by a swirl of iridescent glitter that floated around his tee and jeans before falling to the pavement. He’d recently seen Twilight and thought it amusing. I thought it was juvenile. He said I should appreciate his artistic endeavors because it took effort to make dust motes twinkle like that. I said... Never mind.

“Right at this one’s elbow.” He eyed the container in disappointment. “Are we still sharing?”

“Sorry. Money’s tight this week. You could help out by paying me back, you know.” I flipped up the lid of the clam-shell, took out the burger, opened the bun and offered its contents to the vampire. “Chow time. It’s as rare as I could order it.”

He scooped off the nearly-raw patty, holding it to his mouth. There were loud sucking sounds. Dustin and I looked bored, making small talk.

“Been behaving yourself?”

     “Yeah. No chasing police cars, haven’t snapped at a postman in weeks. Hell, I’m so good I don’t even hike my leg at fire hydrants anymore.” He smiled, baring long, surprisingly white teeth and let his tongue loll, as he panted comically. That reminded me he was naked except for all that shaggy fur. I kept my gaze firmly on his face. Dusty had told me that weres could shift whenever they wanted but most only did it when forced, like on full-moon nights. He did it because he could get around faster on four legs than two, and he also liked running around in his fur birthday suit. A shapeshifting nudist...who knew?

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