Interview with Indie Horror Author – Danielle DeVor

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Named one of the Examiner’s 2014 Women in Horror: 93 Horror Authors you Need to Read Right Now, Danielle DeVor has been spinning the spider webs, or rather, the keyboard for more frights and oddities. She spent her early years fantasizing about vampires and watching “Salem’s Lot” way too many times. When not writing and reading about weird things, you will find her hanging out at the nearest coffee shop, enjoying a mocha frappuccino.

Terror Realm [TR]: How long have you been working in the horror industry?

Danielle DeVor [DD]: My first horror short story was published in 2010. But, I have been dabbling in horror long before that.

TR: What is your first memory of horror?

DD: Probably sitting in my Grandmother’s dining room with me on her lap while she told me ghost stories.

TR: What has been your greatest success so far?

DD: Being named one of the Examiner’s 2014 Women in Horror. I had no idea I was even nominated.

TR: Tell us about your most recent horror project.

DD: It is called Maw and will be published through Ellysian Press. It is a sci fi/horror yarn about a NYC street gang who encounters a gang of space vampires. Kind of like The Warriors vs. Lifeforce.

TR: What advice do you have to anyone starting out in horror?

DD: Be prepared for a tough road. It is hard to get horror noticed in the literary world these days. A bit easier if you have a large publisher, but a lot of promotional opportunities don’t include horror, so you have to be creative.

TR: And finally – as we’re all fans of horror here: if you could be in any horror movie what would it be and why?

DD: Interview with the Vampire. Who wouldn’t want to live with Lestat?

Excerpt from Maw by Danielle DeVor:

Marko was frozen. Literally. Nothing on his body wanted to even try to move. Even his hair felt as if it might snap off if the wind blew the wrong way, which would be kind of hard to do since his hair was so curly, but it was possible. The giant spaceship, looking like some sort of metallic bird of prey, set down in the parking lot of what used to be a steel refinery. Marko still remembered that when he was a kid, the smoke billowed from the stacks and made everything stink. Now, things stunk because of filth. The refinery had been built close to the dock so that the steel could easily be loaded when the barges moved in.

He wished his mother were there now. He wished he was a kid again, have someone to protect him instead of having to protect himself. But, that wasn’t going to happen. His mother had died last year. Unless she came back from the dead as a zombie or something, he was shit out of luck.

Slowly, a hatch opened, lowering itself downward. The fans whirred like the sound of a jet taking off. Metal legs extended out and settled on the broken concrete of the parking lot with a thud. There was an odd hum and suddenly steps made of some sort of weird buffed metal moved into place on the inside of the hatch.
The opening of the spaceship was dark but seemed to glow with a strange blue light around the rectangular opening. After a moment, Marko could faintly see the dark outline of something humanoid. It was standing just beyond the light source.

“This is some fucked up shit,” Deacon said. His body seemed electric. There wasn’t any part of him that wasn’t quivering.

“Yeah,” Marko replied. He didn’t like this. Not at all.

Then, it came into view. It was a woman. Her bald head seemed to shine in the light, like the skin had been buffed. Her eyes were closed. She was standing there, naked. Her breasts jutted out from her body, almost as if standing at attention. Her skin was so white and pale, Marko could almost see the evidence of veins running up and down her legs. But, the veins looked black in the light instead of blue. Her lips were blue, but formed in an almost perfect cupid’s bow of a mouth.
Deacon started walking toward the ship.

“Man, what the fuck?” Marko asked. He couldn’t believe that Deacon was going to go near that fucking freak bitch.

Deacon kept walking and didn’t answer. It was like he was being compelled or pulled. Not cool. Way not cool.

Marko knew it had been a bad idea to separate from Khalid and Jameson. Fear of cops or not, they should have just gone back home after the melee. Khalid had been fucked anyway. Shit never went right when they separated. And, now, they had space fucks to worry about.

Deacon was to the steps now. Something told Marko to stay back and he listened. His mother had always told him to pay attention to his instincts, and that’s exactly what he was going to do. He just hoped Deacon wasn’t about to drag him into some mess just because the freak was buck naked.

The woman started walking toward Marko. The way she moved was almost undulating. It was languid and slow. Her eyes were on him. Marko looked anywhere but her eyes. That had been his buddy’s mistake. Then, her gaze jumped back to Deacon. By the time she reached him at the bottom of the steps, her mouth was slowly opening.

The inside of her mouth was black as tar. Marko took a step back. Everything about this was wrong. Her tongue snaked out around her teeth. It was black too. And, long, like a dragon. But, her teeth, that’s what worried Marko most. They were sharp, long, and pointed and looked like dark chrome. Almost like a leech. Rows and rows of them, seemingly going clear down into her throat.

“Man, get the fuck away from there!” Marko yelled.

Deacon stayed in one position. Like he never even heard him. He was in thrall.

As fast as a snake, she struck, jamming those teeth into the side of Deacon’s neck. Marko forced himself forward. He had to try to save his friend. But, his legs and feet were moving so slowly, it was like he was treading through quicksand. Those damn teeth would kill Deacon by themselves. This was so fucked up.

The closer he got, the worse Deacon looked. His skin looked waxy and yellowed. Finally, Marko just stopped. Deacon wasn’t just dying, it was like she was sucking every bit of fluid from his body. Deacon’s skin shriveled up and turned browner than usual. His head lulled back. And, when she was done, the monster snapped Deacon’s neck and dropped his lifeless corpse to the pavement.

The body sounded like a pile of dry leaves when it hit the ground. There was only a rustle. Not even a thud.
Marko didn’t even wait for anything else. He turned his head away from her and hauled ass away from there. No sense in him being a victim too. Fuck that shit. He had to find Khalid and Jameson. Space fucking vampires. Jesus Christ.

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