Legend of Blood ~ Elea                                                                                       By Rick Darr                                                                                     a Synopsis "Legend of Blood: Elea" is a story that mixes horror, drama and adventure as it traces the life of a young woman imprisoned by the Gestapo during World War II. She is unwillingly experimented upon and turned into something that drastically changes her life forever. What has she become?  A creature reminiscent of mythic lore, with a lust for sex and blood. Rick Andrews is a former marine currently playing guitar and touring with an upcoming Rock band. When he meets a beautiful and seductive woman he begins to wonder if his life will ever be the same..it will not. After a brief yet strange affair, he walks into what appears to be a sexual encounter between the woman and one of his best friends. Looks can be deceiving however, and after a tense encounter she relents and tells Richard her life story. It is a tale that combines history, science, immortality and the supernatural. Taken prisoner during World War II Elea is the focus of a vile experiment, one that the Nazi's hope will produce the super soldier. The experiments performed on her and eleven others appear to be successful, until something goes awry. Along with heightened strength and agility they develop powers that their captors had not planned for, heightened mental abilities and a thirst for...blood.. After Elea and her friends wreak destruction and escape, she winds her way through history, meeting none less that Hitler himself. Along with a past aquantince of hers, Amycus, Elea and Richard wind there way through an action packed series of events.
		Legend of Blood ~ Elea                                                                                       By Rick Darr                                                                                      an Excerpt Perhaps our minds were suppressing what was really happening to us, who knows, but suddenly we realized food was making us nauseous. At the same time we noticed we were yearning for something else. We just did not know at that time what it was. The doctors explained to us only what they thought we needed to know and nothing more, but we did have small occasions to talk to each other and those gave us an inkling of what was happening. We began to notice our incisors had grown and occasionally we could taste something funny in our mouths. Someone, I do not remember who, jokingly said we were becoming nosferatu and we all laughed, although somewhat nervously. Our fears were soon confirmed, however, when they escorted us into a large room we had not previously been allowed to enter. The doctor known as Jurgen walked out in front of us, looking like a proud little peacock as he stood there. I had the feeling that whatever was about to happen would not be pleasant for the rest of us, no, not pleasant at all.   He began to speak.   ‘As you may or may or may not know, you have been chosen to lead our people into the future. You are the beginnings of an army that shall soon conquer the world. Your strength has been increased and your vision is now as acute as an animal’s. You can also heal quickly from anything short of a mortal wound.’ He paused. ‘And lastly, something that is a by-product of the tests we really had not planned on is that your source of nourishment is evolving. We have been adding a substance to your food to retard the process, but it appears you are outgrowing it. What you are about to see may come as a shock, but rest assured you will learn to adapt to it. Please, follow me,’ he said, then turned and walked through a door.   We were then taken to an adjoining room where we saw a Russian man who looked to be about twenty-five years old strapped tightly into a chair that sat in the middle of the floor. He appeared to be having trouble seeing because of the bright lights they had pointed at him. He also seemed scared, but even through his fear the contempt in his eyes was plainly visible. ‘Ida, come forward,’ Jurgen said.   She stood up smiling at us then walked toward the man. ‘Show them, please,’ he told her.   It was at that moment reality ran amok. I was looking at Ida’s face and it began to change into, I do not know, perhaps something ‘evil’ or even ‘demonic’ might best describe it. Her cheeks seemed to draw in, the veins of the neck and face becoming more visible, then she tilted her head back slightly and opened her mouth, exposing two deadly looking fangs. When the prisoner saw this fear flashed across his face. Then just as quickly he appeared to turn complacent as she stared into his eyes. The rest of us just stood there. ‘Shocked’ would not quite describe our feelings. Slowly Ida bent over him, looking as if she were going to kiss the man, but then swiftly, almost quicker than the eye could see, her mouth was attached to his neck. Time seemed to come to a standstill, but it was all over in ten or fifteen seconds. When she lifted her head there was a small trickle of blood running down her face, and two red marks showing on the man’s neck. He had slumped back a bit but still sat there, apparently oblivious to what had just happened to him.   ‘This is the beauty of it,’ Jurgen boasted, looking like a small boy who had just opened a Christmas present. ‘When you are behind enemy lines, you can survive without food by living off your enemies. You will not be encumbered by the need of food or water.’ He looked at Ida then pointed at the prisoner, his voice taking on a more serious tone. ‘Finish it now.’   Let me add that Ida was also of Gypsy heritage, so not amongst those looked upon favorably by the Germans, but for some reason we could not fathom she had begun to believe the propaganda with which they were bombarding us. She threw herself at the man in the chair with gusto, latching onto his neck once more. Her body undulated as she drank. The slurping noises echoed throughout the room, sounding almost sexual in nature as she clung to him. He slumped deeper into the chair and it did appear as if she were in the throws of sexual pleasure; her body appeared to quiver. When she finally withdrew, blood dribbled from her lips and the man lay still beneath her. Ida turned and walked back toward us. I could only stare at her as she licked the blood from around her mouth.    Jurgen spoke once more. ‘Do not think of this as brutality, for we are at war. When you need to dispose of a guard or terminate an enemy, this is the perfect method, both quick and silent. You have a built in capability no others have. Do not look at this as a curse, but as a blessing.’   He smiled at that last statement and then walked away, leaving us to digest it all. I stood there stunned. Had we actually witnessed this? Yes, we had, and our futures appeared grim. The others were in the same state of shock. About ten minutes later we were ushered back to our rooms. I cannot speak for them, but I had much trouble going to sleep that night.