What she sought was Golden Age glamor, fame, flashbulbs, and the man who played Dracula.
What she got was Hollywood's underbelly – drugs, degenerates, phoneys, and a vampire with one hell of an attitude.
Blood, Revenge, Gangsters, Vampires, Bela Lugosi & Guns.
VAMPIRE VINTAGE : Belladonna in Hollywood is Book One of the VAMPIRE VINTAGE NOVEL SERIES by Alex Severin.
CHAPTER ONE : THIS IS HOLLYWOOD
HOLLYWOOD, CA – NOW
Lust hung heavily in the air as he smoldered his way through another song. Drums like a heartbeat throbbed behind his voice and distorted guitars screamed like the adoring crowd.
The warehouse was packed, wall-to-wall, the air wet with excited sweat, the crowd exhaling their desire for him into air that smelled like sex.
Belladonna grinned grudgingly and shook her head as she watched him preach to his disciples. Not much had changed in the eighty years that Belladonna had been a vampire.
Vivant still needed an audience.
And that audience was still on its knees, vibrating with lust so fierce you could almost touch it, taste it.
Men and women wanted him, needed him, just like they always had. And some would even die for him.
Looking at the people in the crowd reminded Belladonna that fashion never changed all that much over the years. Most of them looked as if they'd just stepped from the corroding celluloid of a silent movie, black-eyed and pale and at odds with the colorful world around them.
It was pointless trying to hide; Vivant would have known she was here long before she crossed the threshold. No one could successfully sneak up on him.
Belladonna wondered why he had never left Hollywood for any significant period. He'd arrived here from eastern Europe and not left for more than a few weeks at a time in more than a century.
But it was a foolish question. She knew the answer. It was the reason she was standing there at this moment.
Because this is Hollywood.
And there's no place on earth quite like it.
Hollywood is where the widest dreams can come true and heart's desires are crushed. The place where legends are made and souls are lost.
It's where fantasies can become a reality and reality can turn into a nightmare.
Hollywood is love and hate. Euphoria and despair. Good and evil.
And it is a place where there is always hope. Hope that maybe, just maybe, you are the one. Hope that maybe someday it will be you sitting in the back of that long black car sipping ice-cold Cristal from platinum-rimmed flutes, giving head to the top box office star of the year, instead of parking his Limousine.
And Hollywood is where that might just happen. There's always a chance – no matter how small, how miniscule, that it could happen.
Because this is Hollywood.
That's why everybody always comes back.
And why some never leave. Can't leave. Won't leave.
She smiled. Sepia-toned memories invaded her, things she hadn't thought about in years, but she was glad she remembered them.
She was home again. Not that she had been gone for long.
And she was in love again.