Many people, in fact most, are always fascinated by a #villain. Even #actors when they are asked if they prefer to play the "good guy" or the "bad guy", always seem to scramble to be the "bad guy". There is something fascinating about them! Perhaps the idea of acting as the "bad guy" gives us some sort of satisfaction to be able to pretend to be the villain while the conscience knows that they can be bad - at their worst - and know they will suffer no consequences, because they are not, inherently bad.
There are many kind of villains, though.
- There is the villain who is evil as the day is long. He or she has no conscience and no redeeming qualities. Nothing can save them, and they will commit the most horrible atrocities,
- There are the ones you love to hate, who have been good, but turned bad because of something bad that occurred.
- Others are villains, but they show signs of wanting to be good, but just can't seem to manage it.
- There is the villain who is evil as the day is long. He or she has no conscience and no redeeming qualities. Nothing can save them, and they will commit the most horrible atrocities,
- There are the ones you love to hate, who have been good, but turned bad because of something bad that occurred.
- Others are villains, but they show signs of wanting to be good, but just can't seem to manage it.
And, let's not forget. The very best villains always are the best looking!
So, in which category should my villain be? That was my biggest question.
I was torn between villain's 2 & 3. But, then, I thought, what would happen if I make my villain as evil as they come? I still had problems deciding. When I decided, some people volunteered to read books 1 & 2. Everyone seemed to love what I had done, however, one told me that she thought it was really over the top in book 1. I toned him down a bit, but by the time I got to book 2, well, I wasn't happy with him. Luckily, even though I had written all three books within 3 months in 2013, I had plenty of time to change my mind about everything with Zanack if I wished.
And, now, the #EXCLUSIVE #extended #scene from #book 2
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The figure started to speak, thought better of it, and said nothing.
“At least you learn quickly. You will not betray me. If I do not hear that Sarah Knight is dead within five hours after it is administered, there is not one place on this planet you can escape me!”
He extended his claws, and swiped the figure across the chest. Blood spurted from the chest onto Zanack who swiped his finger in the blood, and licked it off his finger.
“I-I-I’ll make sure of it, Za ... uh, sir.”
“You had better! Count to 10 before you leave. I’m watching you!”
Zanack fled into the night. No one knew his face. No one had ever seen it. He always met his contacts only at night, and only in the dark.
Painfully, the figure tried to wipe the blood off the clothing with the back of a glove, finally giving up, and held the coat closed walking painfully out of the alley into the dim light of the porn sign hanging above the business it proudly displayed. Zanack was a demon. He wasn’t were, vampire, or anything else. But, what was he? Evil incarnate. The figure was doomed. Death would surely come whatever happened to Sarah Knight. But, the money was too much to pass up. In order to stay alive, Sarah Knight would die.
Zanack stood watching as the figure slithered away. He hated dealing with amateurs, but he needed someone who could get close to Sarah Knight. That evil, filthy, human bitch dared to become pregnant on his watch? It was bad enough that Kaitlan had not one, but two! And, now, a second bitch was pregnant? This should not be happening! Why? He ignored it for the moment. That fucking bitch was going to die, and so would that “thing” she had spawned in her womb! He would not allow it! He wanted to reach up inside her, with his own hands, to rip the thing out of her body, and eat it right in front of her as he watched her bleed out! That sounded so good to him, it was almost tempting to kill her himself! But, that would compromise his cover. He was having a hard enough time, now, maintaining his human and werewolf appearance!
Zanack worked himself up into a fury, and stomped off to find his midnight snack. He glanced around with wild eyes, fangs out, and hatred in his dead heart. Long ago, he had made sure that none of his prey had family. No one would miss them, and the best place had been in the red light districts. But, as of now, he was willing to break that rule.
His anger was so great, he desperately needed to tear out a woman’s womb, eat it, drink her blood, and then eat her flesh! His mouth watered deliciously at the thought of her pain as he ate her alive! Glancing at his watch, it was time for her to walk home. Ahh!
“There’s the whore now,” he thought.
A waitress from the local diner. No one would miss her! And no one would dare lift a hand to help her anyway, knowing the consequences. They would glance away as if they saw nothing. Everyone in this neighborhood was terrified of him, and well they should be. Then, he had another thought. He knew his accomplice might chicken out, so he decided to strap his dinner down to the table. And, then, he would bring that figure down to watch as he fed on his dinner. Yes. The person would not dare to disobey him if forced to watch what he would do if betrayed! And, so what? Death was coming anyway. He just didn’t know, yet, how he wanted to kill his accomplice.
Zanack streaked to his dinner, threw her over his shoulder, and fled to the basement where he left his scraps of human remains for the rats. After all, they needed to eat, too.
He was such a generous man!
To discover what Zanack does to her, you will need to purchase the book!
