Shapeshifters Control Our Lives!
The frightening power of vampires, werewolves, and lycanthropes has lived within our nightmares for countless centuries, failing to be reasoned out by the rapid advancement of science and technology. The truth is that they cannot be discounted, for they are very much a part of our reality. However, they are merely the genetically inferior offspring of a more powerful race, known as doppelgangers, which has been around since the dawn of humankind. These shapeshifters adopted a secretive yet manipulative approach when dealing with us, feeding off the sexual desires of men to sustain their society; until desperate times forced their hand.
Christopher Sands, a rising investment banker, was just another victim in a long list of doppelganger schemes. Framed for a crime he wouldn’t commit and watching his family fade farther and farther from his prison bars, Chris discovers an unbelievable reality; where shapeshifters aren’t the only ones with supernatural abilities. Can he find the strength to accept an even worse fate than prison to not only save his son, but all humankind? Will Michael Sands be able to control the spirits that haunt him to finish what his father cannot?
A human would have missed the rustle in the air, which would have signaled the end of one’s life. But Kumiko welcomed it, relaxing as the unseen creature hit her large body with enough force to send it flying. She slammed into the wall some twenty feet away, feeling ribs crack and pain receptors rapidly firing. The creature swiftly followed, digging its hands deep into her chest before Kumiko even hit the ground.
It held its prey up for the most succulent of tastes; human flesh. Or so it thought. The elongated incisors of its opened mouth plunged at Kumiko’s manly neck. Its specialized teeth hit a stone-like skin, snapping off amidst a girl-like laughter. The creature was more startled than in pain from losing its incisors. The feminine laughter was coming from the large male, but how and why it knew not. Ill-formed questions were lost as it felt the rapid puncturing of its body, over and over again. With the last hit, its would-be victim drove inhuman arms through its body until the fingers protruded from its backside. No blood poured out of the holes, and the pain was not unbearable. Held in place, the creature became curious, sniffing the one it had attacked. Kumiko leaned closer to help it draw in her scent. “Don’t recognize the smell, do you, my poor, lost vamp?” The thick accent meant nothing to the creature, but the words held truth. Kumiko spun, the air snapping around her, and threw the creature across the room. Wanting to best the vampire’s tossing of her, she was next to it before it bounced off the wall. However, she did not attack. Instead, she stood calmly in front of the vampire and waited. “What are you?” It called out with rusty vocal chords, unused for dozens of decades. Kumiko leaned forward and whispered, “Your masters are back. Dop-pel-gan-gers.” She drove a silver X, which had hung around her neck, through its skull and, digging in her fingers, she flipped the X upright so it would not easily come out. As she pulled wet fingers out, the vamp’s eyes turned to dull lumps of coal. The hole in its forehead sealed up, as did the puncture wounds, but now embedded in its brain was a permanent leash. Kumiko unwound the silver chain and motioned for the vamp to follow. It obeyed without question. The freed had become the slave once more. She walked without fear, thinking of what to do next. She still had time to gather one or two more from the abandoned races of Terra Ignota.