Source: Gule is Crabby
Hotel bar surveillance had to be among the most boring duties Niles Gule was expected to undertake. Because he was on duty, he couldn’t drink so he nursed a glass of ginger ale and pretended to be a businessman whiling away his off hours. Waiting. Waiting. Waiting. For something to happen. Police officer Jonas Williams […]
Conversation in the meeting room was subdued. A handful of staffers and police officers were shocked by the revelations but many weren’t. Niles Gule, vampire of Baltimore and detective consultant for the police department’s night shift, was dismayed by the lack of surprise he saw.
A major story had broken over the city. Seven police officers who’d served in a high-profile gun unit had been indicted on federal racketeering charges. They were accused of running what amounted to a criminal mob organization. They’d used their badges to rob innocent citizens, often simply mugging people and laughing because they knew they couldn’t be arrested. After all, they’d probably thought, if the victim called the police, he’d be calling his own attacker. Not content with simple thuggishness, the group had falsified expense reports, took vacations that they charged to the department, and made fraudulent overtime claims. All this while the Justice Department…
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Few things could frighten a vampire. After all, they dealt in human terror and bloodshed on a daily basis. In his younger days, Niles Gule had brutally murdered hundreds of people without a qualm. This situation, however, caused the vampire’s long, lithe body to quiver.
“A dental convention?” he demanded to his partner, Mariella Cruz of the Baltimore PD. “Someone just had to murder someone else at a dental convention?”
Cruz shrugged as she ducked under the police tape that surrounded the crime scene near a display booth featuring invisible braces. “It happens.” She glanced over her shoulder then hesitated when she saw the vampire’s utterly white face. Being a night creature, Niles was normally pallid. Today he was positively ghostly. “Is there a problem?”
“I hate dentists.” Niles ran his tongue over his ever-growing fangs. In order to pass as a human, once a month he visited Dr. Luca…
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A hand slithering along his thigh caught Niles Gule completely off guard. The vampire glared as a handsome twenty-something African-American slid alongside him to feel him up. The man smiled. His eyes glimmered with promise.
“I’m taken,” Niles stated. He hoped his disapproving tone would drive his assailant away.
“Aren’t we all, sugar?” the gentleman responded. “Doesn’t mean two boys can’t have fun.”
Niles considered the environment in which he stood. The Hippodrome throbbed with a heavy base beat while a soulful woman belted out lyrics he thought might be “hurry home” or “curry comb”. He wasn’t sure. He hadn’t adjusted from symphonic music to the Beatles, let alone hip hop. This new stuff utterly confused him.
The dance club was awash with brilliant lights in red, green, purple and blue. Several hundred people packed the dance floor and bobbed in unison to the beat while the DJ in his…
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The bundle of blood red roses stuffed under his nose made Niles Gule sneeze. He was a vampire, with a vampire’s sensitive ability to smell, so carrying two dozen long-stemmed red roses into the precinct was torture. He hadn’t realized he was allergic to the things. His blue eyes watered as he sneezed again.
The woman at the front desk gave him a look. “Maybe I need to see some ID,” she joked. “Can’t see your face behind all that.”
Niles peered around the bouquet and gave Miranda Gonzalez his most brilliant smile, which melted her instantly. She was a lady in her late fifties, divorced twice, and desperate for a new man. She’d always watched Baltimore’s resident vampire with hungry eyes, not aware he was a vampire. He realized her longing gaze was just that, longing. She knew better than to hope she could capture the attention of an…
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Niles Gule winced as the crowd roared and people jumped out of their seats. A burly man with his face painted red and black bumbled into the tall, lithe vampire, nearly sending him to the ground. …
Source: Super Gule!
“I need to get laid,” Niles Gule grumbled.
“Don’t we all?” The big, bald, ugly bartender shook his head. His blood-shot eyes surveyed the tall, elegant blond, not realizing he faced a vampire. “I’d think a guy like you could land a lady for the night.” He pointed across the smoky room at a couple of women playing pool. “Greta over there charges by the hour.”
Niles didn’t bother to correct the bartender’s assumption he could hire a hooker to solve his problem. He didn’t need just any woman. In fact, he wasn’t sure he needed to get laid at all. He was merely speculating. Sex had saved Bill Murray. Maybe it would save him.
Although Niles now made Baltimore his home, he’d traveled to Punxsutawney, Pennsylvania for Groundhog’s Day. To most of the world, February 2 was just a day like any other, but not so in the little…
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Explain to me again why we’re here?” police officer Jonas Williams complained as a bitter wind plucked at his thick, salt-and-pepper hair. Flurries skirled down his neck. He shivered not just from the cold but the location and the company.
“We’re going to catch the Toaster!” Walter Cooksey insisted. The much smaller man was tucked into the windbreak his larger partner created for him. He, too, was hunched against the cold with a knitted Ravens hat covering his balding head.
“Why’s the Ghoul here?” Williams jerked his head in the direction of the Baltimore PD’s dedicated vampire hunter, Niles Gule.
The vampire hunter was hard to see in his black Victorian-style frock coat. Barely visible was his neatly shorn blonde head. Being a vampire, the cold didn’t bother him, although he did wear the coat and wool scarf for effect. No sense broadcasting he was a vampire if he could…
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