**WARNING: This particular piece is part of a three-story novel. The following review is only for the first installment, The Last Vampire. **
“As to blood – ah, blood, the whole subject fascinates me. I do like that as well, warm and dripping, when I am thirsty. And I am often thirsty.”
This time around, her name is Alisa Perne. Visually, Alisa is around eighteen years old, with striking blue eyes and blond hair. Petite at only 5’2”, she seems nothing more than an average teenager. Not much is known about her, only that she moved to Mayfair. That is, until someone paid a private detective to investigate.
Too bad no one told him Alisa Perne is a five thousand year old vampire. Then again, it is impolite to ask a woman (or vampire) her age…
After swiftly ending his life, the story truly begins with her plan to uncover who is hunting her down. From what Alisa knows, she is the last of her kind. Who would know about her? And why would they seek to find her? To find answers, she needs access to the detective’s computer. To get the password, she must… (*ahem*) “persuade” his teenage son Ray to help.
Good thing most teenage boys can’t control their hormones.
What starts out as innocent manipulation develops into something more, bringing Ray even closer to whatever it is that demands Alisa pay for her very existence with her life.
Christopher Pike starts out his novel The Last Vampire with a very strong, independent and determined female character. Unfortunately, the reader with be discouraged with seemingly random and unnecessary scenes. Why does Pike suddenly have Alisa naked with Ray in a hot tub when they’ve barely just met? The entire “relationship” between the two main characters seems rushed, unplanned and completely ridiculous. It not only becomes frustrating to see Alisa torn down to a weak, pathetic “oh, I know I just met him, but his eyes… I love him” female, it is unbelievable.
Though the beginning promises to be a fantastic, in depth story you won’t want to put down, the reader might get disgusted and toss it across the room. If you must read it, go to your local library. Skip buying it at Borders or Barnes & Noble… unless you save the receipt. For creativity and the ability to yank the reader in in the first place, Christopher Pike’s The Last Vampire gets one out of five coffee cups. Leave the cappuccino alone. This book is not worth it.