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The Last Vampire [MultiFormat]
eBook by Kathryn Meyer Griffith
eBook Category: Horror/Dark Fantasy
eBook Description: The earthquakes with their falling ash, the global floods and the devastating fires arrive first. Then the worldwide plague with its stench of death. And as mankind suffers and dies out, vampires, their numbers dwindling, struggle and fight fiercely among themselves to survive in a world where there aren't enough humans to prey and feed upon. As the weeks go by they become fewer, more desperate and more ruthless. Emma, as the world disintegrates around her, finds herself alone, family all have perished?and fending off an unnatural hunger as she becomes one of the undead. Fighting her unwanted destiny she's determined to resist the bloodlust she feels, the need to kill and feed on humans, of losing her humanity, for as long as she can bear it?but she's so hungry?and the night calls.
eBook Publisher: Eternal Press/Damnation Books LLC/Damnation Books, Published: 2010, 2010
Fictionwise Release Date: October 2010
 
"I can't believe I'll never see this place again, Larry," Emma said.
"Me too," Larry replied. He was too busy packing to look up, so she couldn't see the expression on his face.
Emma sighed as she moved away from the windows on the ninth floor, her packing done. As far as she could see through the dirty glass, the sick and the homeless camps stretched, crawling along the fringes of the roads and across the dead grass and concrete of St. Louis, like a huge undulating blanket of ants; even through the windows she could sometimes hear muffled wisps of their squabbles, their sobbing, their misery, as if from faraway. It was chilly for April--it was always chilly lately--and tiny campfires sparkled among the drab tents.
People everywhere. They'd stripped the city of everything edible or useful, like an ocean of voracious locusts.
The city--once beautiful and strong--was dying, and she felt sorry for it. But it was the humanity suffering below her that tore her soul apart.
She wanted to weep for them, but she had no tears left.
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