This year Rachel dabbled in the realm of horror with a real bloody tale of vampires who would perish before they dared to sparkle or consort with werewolves. You will not find romance here either as the vampires know no love just blood lust.
Excerpt of Eternal Bond By Rachel Rueben
When Clara awoke, she wasn’t in the carriage house anymore instead, she was lying on a couch in a dimly light parlor. Hearing a creaking sound, she thought someone was approaching and slowly she got up from the couch. Turning around, Clara saw James hanging from the ceiling.
With a leather noose was wrapped around his neck, the leather cracked, as the body swayed back and forth.
Though her lips moved, nothing came out, but a whimper. A small feminine hand appeared pushing the body, making it sway faster.
Cheerfully, a familiar voice said, “Morning.”
Needing no introduction, Clara recognized who it was. It was the devil’s consort herself, Apollonia. Stepping out from behind the body, she revealed herself and the enormous smile on her face.
Grabbing a candle, Apollonia went over to the body and examined it with a spectacle remarking aloud, “Nicely executed, just deep enough and very clean!”
Shaking from head to toe Clara stood there scared silly.
Running her fingers through James’ hair, she said, “He was chosen just for you young, strapping—delectable.”
Clara began feeling ill, upon hearing it was all a set up.
Looking over her shoulder at Clara, Apollonia said, “I told you Clara, thou art highly favored.”
Apollonia went back to amusing herself with the corpse, using pressure points to making the eyes bulge and lips move.
Eventually, she tore herself away from her entertainment to talk further with Clara. Reaching out to touch her, Clara immediately jerked back from her. Though Clara had failed in a most miserable way, she wasn’t ready to embrace those failures.
Instead, she was drawn to a window that looked like it was slowly shedding tears. To her, it seemed as though the angels themselves were shedding tears from heaven. Watching as the drizzle slowly crept down the glass, Clara found herself unable to react anymore, so she didn’t. Looking over at the body and out the window again, she stood still.
Yes, she hated him, she hated him more than anything she ever had in her life. And like a monster, she robbed him of his life, a right reserved only for God and God alone. All these thoughts tortured her as she was confronted with her new reality.
Sinking deeper and deeper into despair, Apollonia spoke up and said with a tender compassion, “I know what you’re thinking, and none of it is true!”
Bewildered Clara said, “You know not my thoughts, only God does” and she believed that, but she questioned whether He even cared anymore. Her very soul was being eaten alive by her enemies, and all she received was silence from the throne of The Most High.
Taking the more sensitive approach, she spoke aloud everything in Clara’s tortured mind. “You spend all your life following their commandments, whipping your very thoughts into submission. Then, just as you taste mortality you discover, there’ll be no reward for you! All those years of fearful sowing, yielded nothing but the whirlwind!”
Clara looked back at her in shock, because she had managed to recite every single one of her thoughts. And she knew she was in trouble, because Apollonia was starting to make sense.
Meeting her in the middle of the room, Clara asked, “What do you want?”
“Salvation just like you!” Apollonia answered.
“After death comes judgment, not salvation.” Clara said.
Sensing she was on the verge, Apollonia continued the philosophical assault asking, “Death itself was judgment on man, so what is this?”
Clara could only answer, “I do not know.”
“Then let us teach you!” She said trying to secure the victory.
To seal the deal, Apollonia extended her hand in friendship and without looking, Clara accepted it.
Well that having been said we had all better watch our necks.
Now let’s see what Rachel has to say about writing in general. We sat down and played 10 questions. I tried to stump her but this lady is too smart
10 Questions By Karen Vaughan
1.What genre do you write in?
I write in almost every genre now, YA, Children’s and even Horror now.
2. If you were forced to switch genres which would you write and why?
I don’t know, I’m an indie author and the idea of being forced to do anything does not compute. If I want to switch genres and start a completely new fan base then I’ll write under a pen name.
3. If you were stranded on a desert island would you spend your time trying to get off or writing about the experience? I would definitely be figuring out a way to get off that island then I’ll write about the experience. I’m not a survivor kind of gal so that would be quite a story LOL!
4. Organic writer or plotter?
I do both I begin a story then I’ll outline it as I progress.
5. What’s your fave genre to read? Non-fiction, self-help to be exact.
6. Besides writing name another guilty pleasure? Reading.
7. Do you listen to music while you write or do you need quiet? I have to listen to music, I live in the city and I’ll have sirens, helicopters, and barking dogs keeping me distracted 24/7.
8. If music, what kind? R&B and jazz.
9. Is there a subject you won’t take on for moral or spiritual beliefs? I won’t write religious fiction because of the fact I don’t like most religious fiction.
10.If someone asked you to put them in a story would you and as what-villain, hero, or victim or just a bit part?
Depends on what I’m working on, I just don’t add people casually. If there’s no place for someone then why force it?