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    Vampire Punk: A Daughters of Hecate Companion Novella: Daughters of Hecate
    Vampire Punk: A Daughters of Hecate Companion Novella: Daughters of Hecate
    Vampire Punk: A Daughters of Hecate Companion Novella: Daughters of Hecate
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    Vampire Punk: A Daughters of Hecate Companion Novella: Daughters of Hecate

    By Meredith Medina

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    "I didn't come to New York City to get famous. I came to New York City to meet Sid Vicious. Unfortunately for me, he was already dead by the time I got there."

    Eli Maddern is the voice of a new generation of punk rock rebellion, he just doesn't know it yet. He also doesn't know that the contract he's just signed with Brooklyn punk band Mutually Assured Destruction is binding in more ways than one. When he wakes up after a night of celebrating his newfound success, he realizes that sometimes the phrase 'signing your life away' isn't just an exaggeration. 

    Vampire Punk is a short companion novella to the Daughters of Hecate series. Get up close and personal with the lead singer of Mutually Assured Destruction and the inner workings of the vampires who haunt the underground New York club scene. 

    ***Daughters of Hecate*** 
    SERIES ORDER
    Witchmark (Prequel)
    Vampire Punk (Companion novella)
    Sticks & Stones
    Moonlight Burns
    Power of Three
    Haven
    Sands of Time

     

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherFireHive Media
    Release dateJul 1, 2018
    ISBN9781386604907
    Vampire Punk: A Daughters of Hecate Companion Novella: Daughters of Hecate
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      Vampire Punk - Meredith Medina

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      Iknew that coming to New York City in the dead of winter wasn’t the sharpest thing I’d ever done, but I was 21 and no one could tell me shit about what I was doing with my life.

      That’s what I liked about Sid. He didn’t give a fuck.

      He was like me.

      I knew if we met we’d be great pals. He might even introduce me to his friends… his manager. I was a singer too, it might be the ‘in’ I needed. Sid had gotten into the Pistols just by being in the room… I could do that too. I’d played in bands since I was a teenager, school bands, garage bands, if someone gave me a mic and a stage, I’d sing for them until they kicked my ass or kicked me out. There was just one problem. Staying in one place wasn’t getting me anywhere fast.

      Hitching up to Brooklyn wasn’t a problem, I’d seen most of the eastern seaboard that way. The rules are simple: watch your ass, watch your mouth, never take food from strangers and always say ‘thanks for the lift,’ like your mother taught you. Easy.

      The Pistols had split up two weeks into their tour, and if I was going to get anything done, I’d have to get to New York and into Sid’s inner circle faster than I’d planned. Maybe he’ll need a backup singer. That’s what my friend’s had said. They lent me money for food and told me to remember them when I got famous.

      Sure. Anything for you guys.

      I’m a really bad liar. I’d forgotten them as soon as I snagged my first ride.

      I’d only been in the city for a few days, and found my way to Brooklyn without knowing where the hell I was going. The clubs were full of rumors.

      Sid was in jail for murder… he’d killed his girlfriend, Nancy.

      Maybe it was drugs, maybe it wasn’t. Maybe someone else had done it. Maybe it was suicide. Maybe, maybe, maybe. Maybe it was all bullshit.

      Whatever the truth was, Sid wasn’t performing, and no one knew when he’d be out.

      A day later I heard he was out on bail and ready to party, and on a night like that, the only place to be was the Spiral Club, a (literally) underground punk club with one entrance, one exit, drug dealers hiding in plain sight, and some of the toughest bouncers in the city.

      This was my chance, and nothing in the world could have kept me from standing in line freezing my ass off while I waited for Spiral’s doors to open on that February night so that I could meet the man who could make or break my career.

      "What are you doing here," the bouncer growled as he glared down at me.

      What does it look like?

      He didn’t scare me. Sure he was big, but I’d seen bigger. I’d stared down scarier.

      The bouncer’s expression didn’t change, but his eyebrow lifted slightly over the edge of his Ray Ban’s. I don’t see you on my list.

      That’s because I don’t need to be on no fucking list, I snapped. Sometimes all it took was bravado and balls to get what you wanted, and I had enough of both. Act like you own the place and it’s yours.

      A slender man in leather pants and blue tinted sunglasses leaned against a tree nearby. Watching. I hate ‘watchers,’ but any audience was a good enough audience for me.

      His hair was long, blond and softly curled, grown out ringlets that the owner didn’t quite know how to tame. He smirked in my direction and I felt a little bolder.

      Look, I said in a conspiratorial tone. If you let me in, I’ll mention you to Sid, maybe he can get you a little something…

      "The bouncer’s eyebrow rose higher and I wished that I could see the expression in his eyes as he processed what I’d said. I was talking out of my ass, obviously, but he didn’t need to know that.

      Sid, huh, he replied after a moment. He looked me up and down before speaking again, in the same conspiratorial tone that I’d used on him. You’ve got a pretty high opinion of yourself, don’t you?

      I grinned as he reached down to unhook the rope that blocked the club’s only entrance. I looked back over my shoulder as I passed him. Wouldn’t you?

      The stairs that led down into the club looked ancient, but the music was loud, and the whole room thundered with bass and the sound of stomping feet. I felt a smile creep across my face. This is the only place that I felt really alive; crushed against people trying to get closer to the stage, listening to the crowd scream along with the band. It was primal. There was nothing that could compare to the rush I felt when I was performing.

      I’d tried my share of drugs, sure. But they didn’t do anything for me… not like the roar of the crowd. It didn’t matter how small the venue, or how sparse the attendance, if I could move people, that’s all that mattered.

      What feeds you ultimately destroys you.

      Any nervousness I might have felt at the possibility of meeting my idol faded away as soon as my foot hit the top stair. The club was bathed in red light, and the roiling crowd called to me. Shoulders back, I came down the stairs, fascinated by what I saw. The band that was on

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