Karla Mouncey-Jaggers

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I Need Your Votes!

In Writing on June 11, 2012 at 11:05 am
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Just Another Day at the Office

In Book 1, The Olivia Everett Series, Writing on February 21, 2012 at 12:47 pm


“I cleared my throat behind him. “Sorry to disturb you while your eating…” He lifted hi head to look at me, thick viscous liquid dripped down his chin and he drew back his top lip and snarled at me. Any normal, sane person would have legged it by now. Not me, I’d seen my share of vampires and this child didn’t even make me flinch. I think I sighed, that admittance of apathy seemed to make him take a proper look at me. I don’t know what it was that made him bolt. Maybe it was the stakes strapped to my belt or the bow at my back. Or ,maybe new vamps just get a mug shot with the words crazy bitch stamped across it. Either way he ran. When vamps start running that usually my que to start blindly firing in their direction. Most vampires have super speed so me chasing is a waste of energy but like I said, this guy was new. So I pursued.


He’d just rounded the corner of the underpath and was up the stairs toWaterloo. Not after all this, not now I couldn’t let him get on a train.Waterloostation at midnight is pretty quiet on a week day, luckily for me it was Saturday. I dodged crowds of people waiting for the last train. I actually knocked an old man over with no time to apologise I got a few choice words shouted at my back. Where was he? I’d lost him. Shit. I needed height I needed to see over these people. I scanned the crowd for a bench, a trolley anything with enough height to give me a shot. There was an information stand in the middle of the station. I ran over to it and managed somewhat ungracefully to hoist myself on top. I looked around my eyes darting to every face, every back of head, everyone else.


There the bastard was. He was heading for the Jubilee Line. I had a clear shot. I pulled my bow out of its sheaf and readied an arrow. I took aim. The whole world slowed. I could hear my heart in my ears and I breathed slowly. I cleared my mind, everyone else disappeared. I aimed for his heart through his back. I breathed again trusting in my training, trusting in myself, trusting in my goal. I released the arrow. It soared through the crowd and sunk home into the back of his cape. He turned, stunned, I could see the whites of his eyes. His mouth was open but no noise came out. He was clutching his chest. The arrow head protruding neatly out of hid chest. Jackpot. Then from the outside of the puncture wound his skin and clothing began to crinkle and curl, smoke billowed out in thin grey ribbons. Then just as quickly as it had started it spread licking all over his body engulfing him until a man of fire stood in his place. Then the entire special of it all imploded. Sucked into oblivion as if he never existed. All vamps go their own way but the end results is the same. They’re very considerate that way. No body. No evidence makes my life easier. ”


Copywright Karla Mouncey-Jaggers

Blood is Thicker Than Water

In Book 2 ; NaNoWriMo, The Olivia Everett Series, Writing on January 5, 2012 at 9:40 pm

“I instinctively reached for my rucksack and then realised I had left it upstairs I searched around the room for anything wooden to use a stake. There was a pool table at the back of the bar, I would have to put a lot of strength into my blow but it would do. Vampires are so allergic to wood that as soon as I broke the skin it would sink easily into his heart like any sharpened stake. I ran to the table picked up the stake and then turned back to Ralph. Ben was standing next to the big vampire and although his voice wasn’t raised I could hear everything he was saying. “Brass put Ralph down now. You have about forty seconds until he dies and if you let that happen I will not be able to save you” Brass grunted but didn’t let go. Every other vampire in the room seemed alert and ready to strike. I didn’t care what he was saying my brother was choking to death. I ran towards them and raised the pool cue in the air to get more momentum into my blow.

Ben looked at me with a stern expression and I don’t know what made me trust him but I slowed my strike a little. I put the tip of the cue on the vampire’s skin and pushed slightly I felt him go ridged. “Let go or I put this threw your heart”. He turned his head slightly to me and spoke in a voice like he had just smoked a million cigarettes and downed a pint of whisky. “I will snap his neck before you can kill me” I knew what he said was true but I also knew that Ralph had just fallen into unconsciousness. I started to panic and panic made me not think straight. My only thought was that I needed to distract him, get him off of Ralph in the next ten seconds. I did a stupid thing I smashed my hand down onto an empty glass on the bar. I felt the glass bite into my hand and hot liquid seep down my fingers. Brass’ attention immediately switched to my hand and he let go of Ralph. I watched Ralph take a deep breath and knew I didn’t care what happened next.”

The Broken Cross

In Book 1 on August 23, 2011 at 9:40 am

“I walked unsteadily through puddles of rain towards ‘The Broken Cross’ a very popular heavy metal pub and the home of the Arch vampire of London. The pub looked ordinary outside, it was one of those typical London pubs that had been there since Victorian times. I don’t know if it had been vampire owned that whole time but I suspected and much. I pushed open the door and the sound of ‘Iron Man’ hit me. In the metal scene this place was known for the best jukebox in London. In the vampire scene it was known as the safest place to feed in London.”

(c) Karla Mouncey-Jaggers 2011

The Arch Vampire of London

In Book 1 on August 21, 2011 at 10:19 am

“Good evening beautiful” he said with a huge grin that showed off his fangs. He was wearing a cut off t-shirt with no sleeves. The shirt said ‘Iron Maiden: number of the beast” it had a grotesque skeleton holding a puppet of the devil, I marvelled at the irony. He looked like he had been poured into his faded black jeans. He could have been the sixth member of Iron Maiden with shorter hair.”

Born to his human life in 1311, son of a baker he came from humble beginnings in Old London. At the age of 35 on the year 1346 he was mugged, robbed and left dying in an alley. His maker Rosalind found him and took pity on him she turned him into a vampire. Rosalind was a terrible role model she left him after a few years to fend for himself.

Ben fought his way to the top, after he was accepted into the London vampires in 1450 he challenged and killed every superior vampire. He killed the previous arch vampire Jack in 1652. Ben owns and runs a heavy metal pub in Soho; “The Broken Cross”

(c) Karla Mouncey-Jaggers 2011

Olivia “Liv” Everett

In Book 1 on August 17, 2011 at 7:52 pm

My feet hurt from walking in heels too long, my eyes are itching from lack of sleep and still she calls to me…

“The sweet scent of lavender hit me as I entered the room it was my scent of choice for relaxing baths. I lent over to feel the temperature and drew back scolded. I turned off the hot tap and let the cold run. I looked in the mirror. The face staring back at me was a stranger, my once flowing curls were clipped short and scrapped back. Long hair always got in the way i’d only grown it for James, he had called it my “mane” but now it looked more like a mop at the moment. My eyes were dark and sunken in my face and my lips were pale and cracked. I looked haggard, at lease ten years older than I was. I used to consider myself pretty, I had worked briefly as a Christina Ricci look-alike in University. Now I was more crypt keeper than Christina.

I shook off my hoodie and pulled my t-shirt over my head. I splashed some cool water on my neck and face and then I removed my joggers and socks. I was about to unhook my bra when I caught another glimpse in the mirror. My skin looked ethereal, I was so pale. It has been a while since I was out in the sun and I was beginning to fade, to look like one of them, an imitation of life. I sighed and wiped the mirror with my hand as if to erase the image. I removed my underwear and sunk into the bath.”

(c) Karla Mouncey-Jaggers 2011

After a long week

In Book 1 on August 14, 2011 at 10:36 am

After a long week of work I sit at my desk to begin typing up some more pages. With my kitten watching me from my bed, my mug of tea is steaming and music blaring next door I sit and let Liv talk to me.

As she strides down the streets ofLondonin my mind I silently try to take notes on what she thinks, feels and does.

Sometimes I wonder if she exists…

“I felt a sense of inevitability, and underlying feeling of predetermination. Not as strong as déjà vu but there nonetheless. I was nearing the window and I could see rows of sleeping bags in many different designs and colours. Everything was fine and then it struck me when had I ever seen a group of children so still. I bent down to catch a glimpse of one of their faces, I leant on the window to get my balance and it creaked which made me jump. I stepped inside and a smell hit me it was a metallic smell, strong and fresh. I knew that smell. I pulled back a sleeping bag, the boy inside was deadly still, his eyes were closed and his hands were lifeless at his ears as if he was reaching for something. He looked like he was sleeping except for the wound at his neck, two round puncture holes with deep purple bruising. His wound mirrored my own.”

(c) Karla Mouncey-Jaggers 2011