New York City’s oldest resident hasn’t aged a day. Beneath his youthful facade lurks an ancient menace. Experience the nightmare of eternal damnation through the depraved psyche of a nameless villain. Lose yourself in this antihero’s shattered mind as he drifts between past and present, dreams and reality.
In the tradition of Gothic vampire horror, An Endless Hunger is a poetic and harrowing journey told in a daringly provocative voice—that of the monster.
The living passed me by. They were everywhere–emerging from the azure haze. All their hearts galloped simultaneously, a blur of sound, like the flapping of wings. Someone was trying to speak to me, but his voice came to my ears distant and slow. I pushed them aside like bowling pins and they wobbled as they fell upon each other. I felt unholy fire in all my extremities. The hunger would not wait. It was endless.
I stumbled, half mad, into an entrance-way. I scampered away from the heartbeats up the winding stairs with useless palms pressed to my ears. I still heard their voices in the distance, somewhere. I climbed higher and higher. The sound came again. I moved with the involuntary secrecy of a predator. The call inside me was steady, like a metronome. A symphony could have been played upon the voice’s rhythm. My eyes adjusted to the darkness. When the blue fog lifted from my senses, I stood poised, my entire being focused on the sound. That eternal beating of life, divinity itself made manifest, assaulted my deadened cells. Getting closer.
I turned the corner, hungry, expectant.
I climbed higher, to the next flight.
I kicked the rusty door of the roof wide open and stepped into the cold night. With each turn of my head, the city stretched into a dizzying array of light. Trails of motion converged before my eyes. The perfect heartbeat continued to crash my perception until I lost my balance. I fell to my hands and knees upon the tar rooftop. I crawled towards the shadows. The sound of blood whispered like a lover.
Then the glorious voice broke the spell.
“So, you are he whom the others talk about? What a pleasant surprise to see you. And in such a vulnerable position—crawling on all fours!”
The laughter echoed in my head. Her voice was perfect, flawless in timbre and pitch. I hung suspended in its power, trying to memorize each note.
For a moment I thought the voice Anna’s, but it was a foolish hope. It wasn’t even a voice, it was a feeling. It was all feelings distilled. For a moment I felt free, as if released from the bondage of all other voices. I wondered if mortals experienced this sensation when I spoke to them. The voice in my blood called out and I answered. I obeyed hoping that it would be the end of me. I knew that I could not refuse it anything.
This being who addressed me was ancient. I had heard it before. In the past? When? When in the past? Where had I heard this calling before?
Heart beating, yet not human. Something else. The hairs on my neck stood up, and I felt that sensation of wanting to sprint, to run away. Whatever was in the shadows was from another place–another time. It was something utterly incomprehensible to me. It was unlike me, and I trembled. I looked up one last time, peering deep into the shadows and beyond. I was being torn apart from the inside out. I fought. The melodious voice came again, then faded along with the rest of the world.
The story unfolds quite literally through the eyes, ears, and other senses of the main undead antagonist. While first person POV isn’t uncommon, it is rare to find a story that delves so deep into it. Normally one feels like they’re sitting right behind the main character’s eyes. Here, you are this character. Nestled deep within their cerebral cortex, you are forced to experience every bit of anguish, confusion, and despair that he does. Fans of Anne Rice and other similar brooding vampires will most certainly enjoy the tour de force through the unsettled mind of this undead creature. –Rick Gualtieri, Author of Bigfoot Hunters +Read More
This short story, will let you step into the world of darkness, and feel for a moment how does it feel to be a..monster. –Agnes Wozniak +Read More
In “An Endless Hunger,” Narcisse Navarre allows us to see the agony and torment that only such an eternal creature can experience. She takes us into the very psyche of the vampire and we understand that even with all of his supernatural power, his very own existence is often out of his control. We feel his hopelessness and despair as he desperately tries to hold on to some sort of humanity. Not your usual vampire tale but one that will cause you to better understand these creatures of the night. An excellent read for the vampire fan. A must read for the vampire aficionado. –Snowtalker +Read More
Right from the opening sentence, the author pulls you into the psyche of her tormented vampire. I’m a fan of the darker side of the vampire and the book left me wanting more. –Dominick +Read More
The story seductively grabs you and never lets go; dragging you though lonely subways, dark caverns and old Spanish Galleons. It is part horror, part love story, part psychological thriller. The power of the work can really be felt as the pages turn and one begins to perceive through four hundred year old Spanish eyes, smelling the dampness of underground New York; so immersed within the characters mind that one begins to feel the love, joy, hunger, loss, pain and torment of the Eternal as if it was one’s own.
–Lawrence Arteaga +Read More