Imagine a world just like yours with one startling difference: every creature of legend has stepped forward from the shadow and now exist shoulder to shoulder with humankind! Welcome to the Magic Now! New York City has become a macabre melting pot. Vampires, werewolves, zombies and ghouls are the new immigrants and they are chasing the American dream. The Night Things have become part of the system. There are currently no laws that protect their rights; no rules against exterminating them. There are many people anxious to exploit the Night Things for profit and lust. Dark possibilities abound in this brave, new world. Gary Hack is a broken-down exploitation filmmaker living in New York. To feed a growing drug habit, Gary becomes involved in the dangerous underground market of monster fetish videos. This is the beginning of a soul stunting journey for Gary Hack. WARNING: This tale contains violence, gore and sexual themes.
Genre: FICTION / HorrorHardcore Crust has been read by thousands of readers. It is the very first of my Night Things tales.
Gary Hack caught the boy looking into the dresser mirror again.
“Why do you keep doing that?” he asked the young vampire who was perched nervously on the bed.
The sucker’s name was Lenny Deen, and he grinned and replied, “Habit, I guess. I still have the urge to look at my reflection. They tell me it takes the first hundred years to get over it. And, truthfully, I’m a little nervous. Which makes it worse, you know?”
“How long have you had fangs?” Gary said, digging his phone from his pocket.
“Thirty-five years,” Lenny said.
“You are still a baby,” Gary observed, switching on his video and circling Lenny’s head. “Not a hair out of place, but remember that video makes your kind more pale and gaunt.”
“That’s why none of us are leading men. We can’t hold any powder,” Lenny joked, taking Gary’s phone and inspecting the footage. He thanked Gary and handed the phone back.
Gary looked around the hotel room. His crew was busy setting up lights and preparing the room for the shoot. Lenny was early. He had arrived wrapped in a black body bag in the back of a cab. The crew had hauled him into the safety of the sun-proofed room. The males cast for these things were always early and eager. It was the women who ran late and sometimes didn’t show at all. And if they did show up, they weren’t usually sober.
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Author review: Wonderful job. thorough and great suggestions. I will work with this translator again. |
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Author review: Another phenomenal job by Mel |
