So without further ado, here is the first draft of the prologue of Saving The Dead.
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A cold wind flew around the vampire, but the only part of it
that he felt was the lifting effect that it had on his light fitting tan
jacket. He was so intent on completing the task that he set himself that it
would have taken a nuclear explosion to break him out of it.
To an external observer, they would have been determined to
stop him or at least slow him down. But it didn’t matter now, because it would
soon be over. He would either go onto a better place, or the reluctant undead
man would finally be at peace.
Shifting his feet closer to the edge of the building, he
took a long shuddering breath that rattled the inside of his long dead body. He
wasn’t old in vampire years, but it felt like an eternity since he had been
alive.
If he had still been human, he would have been terrified of
the height that he was looking down from. But any kind of emotion had been stripped
bare from him long ago, so it was only a matter of time before he carried out
his plan.
Slowly and carefully, he crouched to the ground and jumped
off the roof. For a split second, the man seemed to float in between the
heavens and the earth. But just as quickly as the sensation began, the natural
force of the earth took hold. No matter how powerful, no being of flesh and
blood was immune to the effects of gravity.
Many had tried, but all failed eventually. Mother Nature had
placed the rules for the creatures own protection, and that was reason enough.
The man sailed down past the windows of the many floors, not
caring if anyone saw, or if anyone would salvage the remains. This was his
final journey, and when it was done, all would be well.
With a final look at the world he had once called home, the
vampire closed his eyes and waited for the stakes to bring him salvation.
After what seemed like an eternity, there was an almighty thud. And that was the end of the life
he once lived.
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