Posted by: Thomas Drinkard | June 3, 2013

Prologue to Novella, “V-Trooper”

This is the prologue to the first novella in the V-Trooper series. There are currently two novellas published and a third in development. Wil Boyd is a vampire. He is also a U.S. Army soldier in Afghanistan. He is creating terror among the terrorists.

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                                                                       Prologue

Mustafa Muhammad was cold. Night in the mountains near Bamiyan, Afghanistan, chilled the Afghan Guard. His robes were not enough to block mountain winds that slithered beneath him as he squatted, watching the trails that led to his master’s encampment at the top of the hill.
No enemy will come, not even the infidel’s Special Forces, but the Sheikh would have my head removed if I left this post. Eight of us guard his tent. If I have to piss, I can only go three meters away to a tin bucket, and I have to smell it until my relief comes at four in the morning. Then I have to take away the bucket, empty it, and bring it back for the next man.
My sergeant is sleeping in a comfortable bag inside a big, warm tent while I freeze.
A sound, like great wings above him, made Mustafa look to the stars and lift the barrel of his AK-47.
Nothing.
Then he was there, coming up the hill. A slim man in a black uniform, an American.  He approached Mustafa without speaking. In the bare light of the sickle moon, the man seemed to smile. Before the Taliban guard could bring his weapon around, the stranger had grabbed the gun barrel. He was smiling, though there was a strange look to his mouth.
The intruder wore curved sunglasses and pulled them aside as he came ever closer. The eyes were red and glowed as fiery as the burning coals they mimicked.  Mustafa released his grip on the weapon and turned to run. He opened his mouth to yell an alarm, but a hand, cold and unyielding as a knife’s blade, covered his mouth and spun him around, drawing him against a body hard as dragon’s scales. The mouth the Taliban soldier thought was eerie, opened. Fangs, like those of a viper, glittered in the moonlight.
The only sound at the guard post was a slight drumming as the dead guard’s feet trembled in the dirt.

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