The above is a sample from the rough draft of my next novel, or at least the one I've been working on - I may never publish it though I've personally had a lot of fun writing it. Regardless, it's way too early to share this as I have just now finished the rough draft (and by rough, I mean, dear God avert your eyes and hide the woman and children rough), but what the hell, nobody really reads this page anyway! So here's a preview to my second novel tentatively title Adventures of Braxton Revere. Check it out, and let me know what you think.
I warned them. Nobody can say I didn't warn them.
Course, it didn’t do any good, because nobody listened. I expected as much. After all, they never did before.
But that’s never an excuse to not do the right thing. So I said my piece and was ready to leave it at that, but was it appreciated? Course not. They laughed at me, and threw things, and all around just made life miserable. And they kept right at it on the few occasions I ventured into town for food and supplies. That didn’t stop the shop keeps from taking my money, but that should surprise exactly nobody.
Still, even after being treated poorly, I felt awfully bad when word came that the Brown family had been murdered, even though I could clearly remember the oldest daughter being one of the many laughing faces that taunted me. But it was no matter. Nobody deserves to die the way they did. Nobody.
I wouldn’t be a Revere if I felt any other way.
Sure, it proved I was right all along. I’d be lying if I said that a small part of me wasn’t happy for that, but hell man, I didn't want to be right that badly. Besides, I didn’t need to hear about a family being killed by a murderous pack of vampires to know I was right. I knew I was right, and that was good enough for me.
Still, after all these years filled with scorn, ridicule, and worst of all, pity, maybe people wouldn’t think I was crazy. Anyone with any sense would’ve made plans that day to do what needed to be done to stop the impending rise of evil. I could see it clearly - the entire town would take up arms and join me on a vampire hunt, the likes of which would once and for all eliminate Ralugard and his ilk in one swoop. It was time for war. And me, Braxton Revere, the Vampire Killer, would be the general.