Kayden McLeod's Deep Water Legends, Character Interview

Genre: Paranormal Science Fiction (Vampires)

Length (word-count): 18k

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Character Interview:




When there is a high-profile case, such as the betrayal of one of their own, the Council has laws set in place to see it ‘properly documented’, and one of those rules is to situate a series of spells about the premises, to record exactly what is said by whom, their ‘movements’, and on the occasion their emotional impact to what is said, to keep a more accurate text-record, in case it’s needed in the future. This document encompasses exactly what was predetermined to happen in that basement room of the headquarters of the Vancouver vampire Council.

There are some things out there not in vampirekind’s best interest to know...such as when other races really did exist out there. As Canada’s most powerful vampire in more ways than one, it’s Manuel’s final decision to leave out very important parts of the real story, to perhaps salvage something of the waste lain by one single Rogue, whom stole Council property, along with a human, all in a single bid to prove he wasn’t the lunatic he was named.

This document, even as scarce as it is to what actually happened that night on Mount Robson, was mysteriously lost to the Council after the proper personnel filed it away, leaving a log as to its ‘whereabouts’….until now. This is the first time it has been opened since that fateful night.


Official Documentation of the Interview of the Foxworth Council Hunters

CONFIDENTIAL, TO BE SEALED AND FILED IN THE ARCHIVES IMMEDIATELY UPON COMPLETETION


Interview with:

Ceanna Foxworth, Council Hunter

Arcadia Foxworth, Council Hunter


Interviewer: Dwayne Kilmarco, assistant to Manuel Martinez, Councilman

Official Witness: Manuel Martinez, Head of Canada, Councilman


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Dwayne: This is an official record, where only truth will be told...the only place any of the truth will be.

Manuel: *Barks out a laugh* Don’t be a smartass, just get on with the legal crap.

Arcadia: I don’t understand why the vampire Council even needs ‘legal crap’.

Manuel: Because you’re not the one who gets to make the rules...and then make the others follow them.

Ceanna: Or, so you try.

Dwayne: Do I really have to read the entire write-up for this to be official? Everyone is just going to lie anyways...

Manuel: No, not really, just the motions to appease the little beings that plague me day and night with their constant bickering.

Dwayne: But I get to know what actually happened right?

Arcadia: Sorry boss, your boss said no one. One more secret I get to keep from you.

Ceanna: Don’t worry Dwayne, it really isn’t that interesting.

Dwayne: Right...that’s why we’re having this huge game of charades right? Manuel doesn’t seal up cases like this, ever. Something happened out there, something that made the both of you want to leave the Council for good. I’ve known you your entire lives, and I know the hard you’ve had it.

Arcadia: And that has what to do with anything?

Manuel: That is takes a lot to scare you off.

Arcadia: So? Have you people met my wife? Do you know what she is capable of doing to me, if I continue to endanger myself for a corporation I can no longer believe in? No offence, Manny.

Manuel: *Sigh* As usual, none taken. I do not much like the corruption either...it just isn’t like the old days at all, nor what my brothers and I envisioned.

Ceanna: *Smiles coldly* When the councilmen disobey you and decide to abuse their power like they did in Fernando’s case, you could just kill them all...you are powerful enough.

Manuel: I can’t...

Arcadia: *Sits up sharply in his chair* Why the hell not?

Dwayne: Because the first rules, the ones that the Original Cursed Ones follow to this dat, stays his hand. All three of us know how Manuel is about upholding what they believe is right.

*Arcadia snorts, while Ceanna rolls her eyes*

Ceanna: Yea. Right. Manuel always obeys all the laws. *Snickers*

Manuel: *Sly grin* I never break the rules. Ever.

Dwayne: Bullshit! For the first time in British Columbia’s history, you’re letting a councilman and woman go. Do any of you doubt that hasn’t resonated throughout our community...wondering what makes them special?

Manuel: Of course I am. I know better than to go against who stands behind them. They have the forces of nature on their side, plus a Mother who would beat six dozen different ways, if I did not relinquish them back completely within her care. Or that is what I’m allowing others to believe.

Dwayne: But what happened to the human that the Rogue, Fernando stole?

Ceanna: Daphne? Those details are classified, but it was taken care of.

Dwayne: So what can you tell me then?

Arcadia: I think we already covered that.

Dwayne: Then why the hell am I even here? Do you people have any clue how much work this man makes me do? Waste of my time, if you ask me.

Manuel: You’re on my time, little man. I’ll waste it however I please. Let’s wrap this up. There are far better things for us to be doing; reset the spells, and have personnel file it away. I’ll make sure it goes missing after they’ve done it.

Arcadia: *Laughs* There really was no point to this, was there?

Manuel: *Shoots Arcadia a level glare* There is very reason to do this. In order to let you leave unscathed, I have to move mountains, but I’m willing to do it. To minimize the backlash of going against everything they believe in, I have to not outright break as many laws as possible.

*Dwayne recites the incantation backwards, releasing the energy powering the spells back into the atmosphere, the words and actions magically appearing as it happened freezing, but not before he slips the record into the folder and seals it.*


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Character Interview From Deep Space...

I'd like to thank Ms. Ginger for the kind invite, and to let everyone know that Sarah's Journey has taken her into hostile territory--the top 10 at Fictionwise and Eternal Press. Yee-haw!


My name is Robert Appleton and I write sci-fi and paranormal fiction for EP. I also have a not-so-double-O alias, Arthur Everest, who is the author of the Esther May Morrow time travel series. We both live in Bolton, England, but I'm quite a bit cooler. For one thing, I've written The Eleven-Hour Fall.


This is my first year as a published writer, and I have to say it's all rather bonkers. The actual writing is a picnic with Julia Roberts in comparison to what goes on later, when the blank ink dries and the red ink scrawls and your manuscript starts to resemble Edgar Allen Poe's old doormat. But I'm enjoying every minute. For one thing, it pays well (so says the piggy bank).

I love movies, reading classical novels, kayaking, soccer, and writing poetry. If I had the money and didn't object to killing defenceless animals, I'd be an Allan Quatermain, exploring darkest Africa in my khakis. As it is, I must do the exploring in my mind. So far, my farthest journey has been to the mysterious planet Kratos, where a thrilling tale of survival and romance is brought to life in The Eleven-Hour Fall, the e-book everyone on planet Earth is talking about (hey, this is my blog).

And in the spirit of survival, let me introduce the story's protagonist, Kate Borrowdale, with whom I conducted an interview just before her departure to the surface of Kratos...

Deep space transmission #43938 received. Origin: Deep Space Explorer Fair Monique in orbit around planet Kratos. Interview by Robert Appleton of Eternal Press, Canada.

RA: Are we on? Okay, good. [aside] Miss Borrowdale, you might want to clip the mike to your t-shirt. No, there in the middle. Yeah, I know it’s low-cut but…what about…here, let me. [slap] Okay, you go ahead.

Kate: How does this damn thing…ah, finally.

RA: Right, a big hello to everyone listening in from Earth, Mars, and Europa. I’m here with highly regarded terrain scout Kate Borrowdale on board the Deep Space Explorer Fair Monique. In less than an hour, Kate will be a part of the third mission to survey the icy peaks of planet Kratos. The first two missions met with only limited success. Kate, what went wrong?

Kate: What the hell are you trying to say? That it was somehow my fault? [pause] Ah, okay. Sorry. Um, it’s a tough job. If you’ve ever been mountaineering and the weather’s closed in at high altitude, it can be hard to keep your bearings.

RA: Yes, and that would make it infinitely harder to locate Psammeticum. Can you tell us a little about this mineral, and why it’s so important?

Kate: No. I flunked chemistry, I'm afraid. It’s a new energy catalyst. If that means something to you, you probably wear glasses and singe your sideburns on a regular basis. I just go where they send me. The rest is all senses and sensors.

RA: Senses and sensors…I like that. Can I use it for my upcoming book on terrain scouting?

Kate: No.

RA: All right, Kate, can you describe for us a typical day on board the Fair Monique? What would an average day entail for Kate Borrowdale?

Kate: A dozen laps round the running track first thing, then breakfast, aerobics, an hour or so on the climbing wall, afternoon briefing, maybe some kickboxing. I like to spend time on the observation decks whenever I can. The virtual telescopes are fantastic, even when you’re alone. After that, um, maybe a movie in the evening, or have a drink with a friend. Typical day, I guess.

RA: Do you have a boyfriend? Or is there someone you’ve got your eye on?

Kate: No boyfriend at the moment, no. And no more personal questions from you, Appleface. Wait a minute! Eternal Press? Didn’t you do that series on French tarts? Yeah, I thought so. Well, you won’t get me to strip. If you want topless, you’re on the wrong deck, jerk.

RA: [clears throat] Word has it that you’re a formidable terrain scout, and that team leaders often request you for the more dangerous missions. Is that the case this time?

Kate: No. Actually, I requested this assignment.

RA: Can you tell us why?

Kate: I…well, it’s hard to explain. You see, there’s someone else I’m…he’s been selected for this one, and…um, I can’t really…oh, sod it! You do ask the most stupid questions. Who the hell are you anyway? You look like a Nutcracker. [laughs] You can put that in your book.

RA: Do you have any family on board?

Kate: Gestapo with the personal questions, again! No, I don’t have any family on board, and no…I’m not going to marry you.

RA: Not even if I had dark, unkempt hair, and had the initials ‘J…’

Kate: Hey! How did you? No, we’d best leave it at that.

RA: Okay, Kate. What are the essential attributes one needs to be a successful terrain scout?

Kate: I’d say stubbornness, a sangfroid demeanour, and a screw loose somewhere up top. Oh, and don’t underestimate the element of fear. It keeps you focused. My motto used to be ‘Hope for the best, plan for the worst.’ Now it’s just ‘Taste the sugar in the shit.’ I’m always the optimist.

RA: You certainly are. You career record is second to none. Any tips for aspiring female scouts?

Kate: You’d be better off as a French tart.

RA: Well, I see the call’s just come through for your embarkation, Kate. Thank you for talking to us, and good luck on your latest mission.

Kate: Thanks, Apples. I didn’t really mean that about the Nutcracker, by the way. You look more like an elf with something stuck up his…

RA: And this is Robert Appleton, signing off.


I'll hopefully be back later in the week, with a contest and some more info on my other sci-fi outings. Until then, here's the blurb for Kate's The Eleven-Hour Fall.

What if you fell from a great height...toward a ground you couldn’t see…and hours later, you were still falling?

For love, for survival, on a mysterious planet light years from home. With the man of her dreams unconscious in her arms, astronaut Kate Borrowdale must escape the treacherous peaks of Kratos and traverse a strange, hidden world beneath the clouds…

The Eleven-Hour Fall is available as a novella e-book from Eternal Press, priced $3.50.

www.eternalpress.ca/theeleventhhournew.html