Gules and Turtles Do Not Mix

Niles Gule: Vampire of Baltimore

The first shot of pain hit him between the eyes followed by a general throb throughout his head.  Niles Gule kept his eyes squeezed shut and willed the pillow to stop hurting him.  His head rang like a hollow bell.  Over and over, lancing pain from eye to eye then ear to ear.  He’d never encountered such pain in his life.  Even his teeth hurt.

And what was that blasted noise?  A relentless surge ground into his brain like a surgeon’s drill driving the vampire insane.

He sensed motion in the room.  That terrified him.  Vampires slept alone.  A person in the room meant danger, death.  Against the pain, he forced his eyes to crack open.  A strange room slumbering in twilight met his bleary gaze.  A motel room and not the sort Niles would choose.  A vampire, after all, had his standards.  This room smelled of dust and mold. …

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Gule’s Gift

Niles Gule: Vampire of Baltimore

The average vampire slept lightly because they lived amongst humans determined to kill them.  Although he was grievously wounded, Niles Gule, being a vampire, remained aware of his surroundings.  So when he heard the stealthy patter of feet in the room, he fought to waken.  Instincts screamed.  Danger!  Danger!  You’re being attacked.

Although he knew he should be in a safe place, his will to survive jarred him awake bare seconds before the attack hit.  Three small bodies landed on him, shooting rays of pain from his torso.  He struggled to free himself of the cocoon of blankets but it was too late.  He was pinned, pummeled and squished by a pack of squirming children.

“Uncle Niles!” Little Luz shook his cheeks to wake him.  “Get up!  It’s Christmas!”

With a groan, Niles turned onto his back to stare bleary eyed at his tormentors.  Little Luz was five years old…

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Gule’s Night on the Town

Niles Gule: Vampire of Baltimore

Niles Gule was alone on Christmas Eve.  Although the vampire stood in the midst of a street party, he was alone.  Although his long, white-nailed fingers clasped his wool coat tight to his throat, he was cold.  A festival atmosphere filled the air, yet Niles didn’t celebrate.  Because he was alone.

After suffering through a long afternoon of “It’s a Wonderful Life” and “A Christmas Story”, Niles fled into the streets of Baltimore to find solace amongst strangers.  He possessed no family that would gather around the Christmas roast, no hoards of young relatives slavering to rip into presents under a tree.  Although he’d been invited to the Lo family Christmas by his boss, Sergeant Tan Lo of the Baltimore PD, Niles felt uncomfortable impinging on the family’s celebration.  He felt they deserved to enjoy this particular holiday without his ghastly presence.  His partner, Mariella Cruz, also offered to absorb…

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Gule Gives His Heart Away

Niles Gule: Vampire of Baltimore

When every male head turned simultaneously, Niles Gule’s did as well.  Officer Jonas Williams of the Baltimore PD, who stood beside him in the crowded ballroom, let out a wolf whistle totally inappropriate for the occasion.  Little Walter Cooksey, half the height of his partner Williams or the tall, lithe vampire, pranced on his toes to see what had everyone transfixed.

“Who’da thunk she could polish up so nice,” Williams commented.

Niles found his brilliant blue gaze caught as his own partner on the force, Mariella Cruz, sailed into the Christmas party with all the aplomb of a Hollywood siren.  The luscious little Mexican wore a floor length gown of ruby red beaded from neckline to hem.  Although, Niles thought, to call anything on that dress a neckline was a stretch.  The dipping front revealed a good bit of curving pale skin between her breasts where a ruby pendant rested…

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Gule In Candyland

Niles Gule: Vampire of Baltimore

The woman who answered the door was not what Niles expected.  She was short, round, and silver haired, wearing a brilliant floral cotton dress and an equally brilliant smile that revealed her dentures.  Her pale blue eyes twinkled even when Niles’ partner, Mariella Cruz, flashed her Baltimore Police badge.

“May we come in?” Cruz asked, flicking a confused glance at Niles.

Bessie McGill flung the door wide and with a flourish ushered the two officers into her small, cheerful bungalow.  Officers Williams and Cooksey remained outside the white picket fence that separated her garden from the street.

Niles didn’t need to study Bessie’s parlor to know what it contained.  The smell of peppermint, cocoa, and butterscotch assaulted his finely tuned vampire nose.  Overly fussy furniture and massive glass jars of candy filled the room.  Atop the grand piano stood pedestal jars containing caramels, peppermints, sour balls, and licorice.  A menagerie…

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