Blackness
Your Fiancée Is An Alien
July 6, 2016
John French – Uprising
July 6, 2016
I got Vamped follows Chad's story, the reigning and defending world champion in MMA, who gets attacked and turned into a vampire against his will.
F orced to leave behind his wife and daughter for their own protection and disappear from society to keep the secret of his existence safe, he is a broken immortal looking for revenge. Before that can happen, he needs to learn to control his new powers and new hungers.
He wants the vampire that turned him to pay. However, no one is ready for the startling truths he uncovers along the path to his vengeance. The unknown supernatural world is about to be shaken to its core as Chad dives headfirst into political power struggles older than America and with higher body counts than WW2.
Can he and his best friend Adam figure out what is really happening before it is too late for Adam, Chad, and perhaps the rest of humanity?
Meant to be action-packed, fun, and clean. Chad is a good man taken from his family and thrown into a world he doesn't understand. Was it a random attack, or were the reasons behind his transformation much more sinister? Without knowing who to trust in his new life, Chad dives headfirst into the hunt for his attacker and finds something he never bargained for.
I landed hard on my back and gulped for air that wouldn't come. Then someone was grabbing my arm. I was airborne again, this time coming to an end slamming into Something hard. It crunched and gave slightly just before I fell to the ground. I grunted with the impact, coughed up a mouthful of blood, and then let out a nice long groan. My whole body was racked with pain as I tried swimming through the mental fog back to reality. Instinctively I got up. I posted on my left arm only to find less than functional and fall back to the ground. A sharp pain shot from my forearm to my fingers and up into my shoulder.
Using my right arm to wipe what I suspected to be blood from my eyes so I could see my arm. My forearm was about twice my other's size, with lots of fun colors popping up quickly; absent-minded, I noted how pretty they were. Perhaps I'm still a little hazy, I thought to myself. Doing a quick check, I realized a few ribs were at least bruised, maybe broken, and my right arm didn't seem to be working quite right either.
Everything else seemed to be lots of cuts and bruises that would hurt tomorrow but not fatal. I managed to get to my feet and lean gently on the car behind me. I was in a parking lot that was dimly lit, with some very nice cars. The Porsche that I was leaning on had seen better days, though.
I tried to think about how this had happened, but it was like a dream that you just couldn't quite remember. You know it happened, but the details slipped further away the more you thought about it. My gut and my broken body told me something was wrong, but I didn't see anything or anyone besides parked cars and parking garage lights, most of which had been broken. What the hell had happened. This looked like an upscale parking deck; I placed my hand on my forehead, trying to think. I must have a concussion or something; my head felt like it was going to explode.
