LET’S GET READY TO RUMBLE…..
Round 1: Fighting for DFT – Antony Medichi
Antony Medichi vs. Shiloh
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Book Series: Guardians of Ascension
Job: Warrior of the Blood, battles death vampires every night at the Metro Phoenix Two Borderlands
Weight: 260, all muscle, warrior lean
Hair Color: Black, thick, straight, and long, almost to the waist
Eye Color: Dark Brown
From: Metro Phoenix Two (Second Earth/Second Dimension/World of the Vampire)
Significant Other: Parisa Lovejoy, newly ascended, bearer of ‘royle’ wings
Signature Move: All Warrior of the Blood battle skills: flight, dematerialization, centuries of sword-work, levitation, preternatural speed.
Enemies: Every death vampire, any dimension, and Commander Greaves intent on taking over Second Earth as well as Mortal Earth
Favorite Pastime: Cooking pasta at his villa for Parisa
Other Facts: His back is heavily scarred from a devastating attack on his Mortal Earth family, since deceased, before he grew into his preternatural powers, before he ascended to Second Earth.
Battle Skills: flight, sword and daggers, speed, dematerialization, levitation, enhanced vampire vision and hearing, brute strength, vocal resonance to destroy the mind, the telepathic ability to dive inside the mind and recover information, the ability to battle several death vampires all at the same time.
Recent battle as told by Antony Medichi:
I entered this match because of my woman, Parisa. The war on Second Earth has been a trial for her, especially since she’s newly ascended, and I wanted something to take her mind off of everything. She says she always enjoys watching me do battle. We were in a battle once together. She throws a mean dagger.
Me? I’m mostly about the sword, thirty lethal inches of honed steel, sharp enough to take the head of a death vampire in one clean slice. My brother warriors and I battle the enemy at five major Borderlands in the Metro Phoenix Two area, Second Earth. If we let them drop down to this dimension, to Mortal Earth, there would be no one alive after a hundred years of unchecked depredations.
I’ll tell you about a recent battle, one that occurred when my woman was held captive for three months by that evil ascender, Rith. I remember standing on the rim of the Grand Canyon, Mortal Earth, tracking a death vampire who flew in the shadows. Even though I was far from the touristy areas, I cloaked my presence with a heavy concentration of mist, a preternatural creation designed to confuse the average human mind. No one could see me.
The death vampire was flying below, legs straight back, glossy black wings glinting in the early morning sunshine. I’d been hunting this particular bastard for weeks because he knew where Parisa was hidden.
My heart pumped hard.
I had my wings at close-mount, tight to my body since any breeze would send me off the canyon’s edge. But now it was time to take care of business. With the practice of thirteen centuries, I spread my wings to full-mount, then launched into the empty air space over the mile-deep abyss.
A rush of pure adrenaline shot through my heart. With a slight adjustment, the barest drawing back of my wings, I angled down into the varying degrees of cool shadow and warm light as the canyon walls jutted and receded.
I was close now, my quarry an eighth of a mile away, less, less, a hundred yards now.
The bastard looked up. Maybe my shadow had crossed him.
Panic seized the pretty-boy’s eye and he banked left then drew his wings into close mount. He threw his arms forward as though diving, his body now aimed in the direction of the Colorado River.
Where did he think he was going?
I didn’t hesitate. I folded my wings close to my body and instead of flying in long pulls through the air, I became a missile and headed after my prey.
The bastard was old, which meant he had power, speed, and lots of skill.
But then so did I. Thirteen centuries on Second Earth, and all that time battling, would do that for any vampire.
The mile deep canyon walls sped past me as I jetted toward the blue and white ribbon below.
I could almost touch the bastard’s foot.
If I could just wrap a hand around his ankle.
The waters rose up and up. If I hit them, I’d be toast.
The death vamp leveled off just three feet above the water, but I took a huge risk, kept my missile shape for a split-second longer and just as the death vamp started to plow air, I caught his ankle and jerked him down, straight into the frothy rapids of the river below. At the same time, with the steel of my bones, the molten iron of my blood, and a swift mental command, I snagged my levitation ability and threw my wings into parachute mount, cupped at the top, to keep from plunging into the frigid water.
The death vamp wasn’t so lucky. His wings went under and he surfaced screaming because the water had trashed his wings. The mesh superstructure that held the feathers in place was fairly fragile and the smallest injury hurt like a bitch. This tumbling in wild waters would be a form of torture. As the current dragged him in a heap, tossing him over and over, he screamed each time his head breached the water. He landed back first against an enormous rock. I heard the crack as well as another shriek.
I flew after him and when the pretty-boy would have slid into the heavy currents that swirled at the base of the rock, I grabbed him by his long, dark hair and hauled him out of the water. I threw him face down on the rock. How many mortals had he drunk to death? How many ascenders? Death vamps didn’t differentiate when it came to dying blood. Any human, ascended or not, would do.
I wafted my wings slowly to keep my balance against the air currents that streamed through the canyon.
God, the bastard’s wings were a mess. The vamp shook hard, maybe from the icy water but probably from shock and a mountain of pain.
“Where’s Rith?” I asked. Time to keep the questions simple.
The death vampire shifted slightly to cast one dark beautiful eye up at me. Calling death vampires ‘pretty-boys’ was more than accurate. He was exquisite, chiseled features shaped by the effects of dying blood, porcelain skin with a faint bluish cast, enhanced no doubt by the freezing water. I felt the pull of attraction, an allure that created a swelling of ease within my chest. Now I was really pissed. Even shaking with pain and approaching death, the bastard was trying to enthrall me.
I punched back with a shot of mental power that acted like a blow, pushing the death vamp’s face into the rock.
“Even at this hour,” I shouted, “when you face death, you’d try to enthrall me?”
A smile curved the side of the pretty-boy’s mouth. Blood dribbled from his lips onto the wet black rock beneath his face. “F*** you,” he whispered.
“Where’s Rith? Where’s the man who took my woman?”
The death vampire just smiled. Yeah, questions would be futile but I always gave them a chance because what I intended to do next would hurt like hell.
I retracted my wings then dropped to my knees beside the death vamp. A bone jutted from the bastard’s thigh, shiny and white. Blood ran in a rivulet down his ruptured skin, but the water, still shedding from the nearest feathers of his broken wings, kept washing it away.
“You sure you don’t want to just tell me?” I asked. One last chance.
The same reply returned, this time in a much stronger, “F*** you.”
“Fine,” I said. “We’ll do it the hard way.” I put my hand on the vamp’s forehead.
The struggle began as the pretty-boy’s mind bucked against my touch as though trying to cast me out of his head. He put up a good fight, too, but more than just my body had grown tougher over the past three months of forced separation from Parisa. I’d been working my mental powers as well, trying to find my woman telepathically. In doing so I’d gotten stronger.
I shoved hard and the vampire’s mind gave way. He screamed but I ignored his cries and began the real hunt.
I cast aside memories like batting at flies until Rith’s strange face emerged. I focused on those memories and gained a portrait of the man as a powerful servant of Commander Greaves but then what else would he be? Greaves was the acknowledged enemy of all that I held dear on Second Earth, in this beautiful dimensional world. Darian Greaves had ambitions to rule both Second Earth and Mortal Earth and was creating a powerful army of death vamps to back up his plans.
Finally, what I’d been searching for rose up and there it was, the location of my woman, somewhere in Burma on Second Earth.
I withdrew from the pretty-boy’s mind. He shook now. It wouldn’t be long. When at last his body grew quiet and his eyes glassed over, I sent up a quick prayer to the Creator.
I went on the hunt after that, and it wasn’t long before I’d brought Parisa home…for good.
I confess I’ve had a love affaire with vampires for several years now, especially warrior vampires, the kind found in the books of Sherrilyn Kenyon, Lara Adrian and JR Ward. Though I’ve been published in Regency Romance under the pseudonym Valerie King–and yes one of my Regency Novellas features a vampire–one day I woke up knowing I had to create my own contemporary world of the warrior vampire.
For some mystical, magical reason, early in the process, my vampires appeared with enormous beautiful wings and it has been the most amazing experience to include flight in my novels, in both battle scenes and scenes involving spectacle. My special vampire world, published by St. Martin’s Press, is introduced in the first book called, ASCENSION (12-28-2010). The second book, BURNING SKIES (May of 2011), opens up the world a little bit more. And even as I write this, I’m on the final draft of my third novel, WINGS OF FIRE (September of 2011). What a thrill it has been to live with my ascended vampires through the creation of this extraordinary, multi-dimensional world!
Want to read more from Caris Roane?
This giveaway is provided by Dark Faerie Tales
One winner will receive a copy of Wings of Fire by Caris Roane
Available on August 30, 2011 from St. Martin’s Paperbacks
About the Book:
By night, the winged warrior Antony Medichi fights the death vampireswho threaten his world. By day, he hunts the rogue vampires who invade Mortal Earth. But deep in his heart rages the fiercest battle of all—his soul-searing passion for the one mortal he is sworn to protect…the one woman he is doomed to love.
Parisa Lovejoy is so beautiful, and so powerful, that Antony cannot fight the feelings she arouses. But his unexpected love only intensifies his strength as her Guardian—a strength that is put to the ultimate test when Parisa is abducted. Her captor, Commander Greaves, enslaves mortal women for their blood. If Parisa hopes to survive—and ascend—she must forge an even deeper bond with Antony…in the flames of eternity.
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