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David Wellington 13 Bullets (2006)

	Dt. Title: The Last Vampire My Rating:

Autor (Verlagsinfo, Three Rivers Press)
David Wellington was born in the South Hills of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, in 1971. (...) In 2003, he established the website www.monsternovel.com , where he began serializing novels online. ...

Bücher des Autors: Monster Island (2004) , Monster Nation (2005) , Monster Planet (2005) ;
13 Bullets (2006) , 99 Coffins: A Historical Vampire Tale (2007) , Vampire Zero: A Gruesome Vampire Tale (2008) , 23 Hours: A Vengeful Vampire Tale (2009) ;

Inhalt (Klappentext, Three Rivers Press)
There Are Only 13 Bullets Between the World You Know and the World They Rule

All the official reports say they are dead-extinct since the late ’80s, when a fed named Arkeley nailed the last vampire in a fight that nearly killed him. But the evidence proves otherwise.
When a state trooper named Caxton calls the FBI looking for help in the middle of the night, it is Arkeley who gets the assignment-who else? He’s been expecting such a call to come eventually. Sure, it has been years since any signs of an attack, but Arkeley knows what most people don’t: there is one left. In an abandoned asylum she is rotting, plotting, and biding her time in a way that only the undead can.
Caxton is out of her league on this case and more than a little afraid, but the fed made it plain that there is only one way out. But the worst thing is the feeling that the vampires want more than just her blood. They want her for a reason, one she can’t guess; a reason her sphinxlike partner knows but won’t say; a reason she has to find out-or die trying.

Now there are only 13 bullets between Caxton and Arkeley and the vampires. There are only 13 bullets between us, the living, and them, the damned.

Meinung
One thing is certain: After reading a 3 Bullets connects you with vampires no romantic notions of good-looking, more seductive forms. Wellington's vampires, with their bald heads, pointed ears and are reminiscent of shark teeth as ugly as deadly. They are hunting down anyone who is alive. Inconspicuous place with an almost Bite wound on his neck remains behind with half their victims face and shoulders and snatched away apparently has no one told them that there is not the meal to play. Play with them does not mean to nibble a bit of blood from the quivering bosom of a helpless beautiful (nothing against Anne Rice ...) but it's like to be brutal, as in eating (sucking blood one can hardly call that yet) itself, since it may already times, that a few fingers bitten off.
An exciting, action-packed story, that much blood but offers little schmaltzy. But the main characters are a little getting used to, Arkeley is something inhuman and Caxtion bit too whiny. But who needs a sympathetic protagonist, if he can not have fear.