~ Passerini smiled as he looked down at live footage of the hallway leading to the lab.
“The gas works. Yes, I am sure. Observing the demonstration now.” He was speaking to Salvay over an earpiece. His hands were free to operate the tablet as she spoke. “I will make contact once I am at the safe house.”
Pleased with the results of his experiment, he started going through the different camera feeds. He stopped when he saw Daniel’s team. He looked up in front of him. There was only one turn to be made in the corridor, and the men were around the bend. He put his right hand in his pocket, the other holding the tablet by his side, and waited.
Daniel and his team came into view.
“Hands where I can see them, Passerini.”
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~“I need you to relax,” Anabella said. She used her most soothing voice as she approached the man who was lying face down on the bed in the center of the room. “Don’t fight the connection.” Using a sedative to relax the man was not an option. It would cloud her connection, as it would cloud his mind. “Deep breaths.” Anabella’s nails lengthened. She positioned herself alongside the man. As her nails broke his skin, the man stiffened. “Relax,” she said again. “Let me in.” The connection started, and all of his memories flooded her mind. Anabella had to focus on what she was looking for, minimizing the excess information. She was looking for everything that took place in the past forty-eight hours. The memories narrowed down. She saw the man walking into the kitchen kissing the top of his daughters’ head
~Trans Rail was a hidden breakthrough. Spanning across the Atlantic Ocean, it connected the continents via an underwater rail line. Only the vampires and their human families knew about it. Just as they were the only ones who knew about the sub-level rail lines that ran beneath the ordinary rails in the city. Daniel, Helick, Penny, Vescovi, and Zigor, along with the team they brought, had four compartments to themselves. One held their supplies, and the other three were sleeping quarters. Though they could have their food delivered to them, some of the men ate with the other passengers on board. Zigor had his nose almost pressed to the glass window, staring at the sea life on the other side. He saw sea animals he never knew existed. Some were as curious about the train as he was about them. The train
~Martha was out of her depths. She was used to wooden bowls and candles. Not class beakers and bunsen burners. Since being in the lab, she broke two of the former, along with a test tube, and she almost burned the place down with the latter. Philippe, though he would have to replace everything she broke, burned, or cracked, amused himself at her expense. He tried to hide it, but she saw the smile in his eyes even when he tried to look stern. Martha did not like feeling out of place. It took her a long time to feel as if she belonged among the others. All of them were fighters, and Martha couldn’t throw a fist straight. She was not good in a fight, and they were in the middle of a war. One they were now forced to fight on two fronts. She wanted to feel as if she was contributing to their efforts. The others
~Another day, another murder. And this time, there was nothing Anabella could do to cover it up. Walking the streets in her nightgown, blood covered the woman from head to toe. Like a good neighbor, someone called the police, and they took the woman in. She had no wounds to explain the blood. She refused to answer questions, so the next logical thing to do was search her place of residence. What they found there was gruesome. Anabella changed Carmela Ungaro years ago. Carmela was a budding artist peddling her wares in the art district when Anabella found her. Until ten years ago, she lived with Anabella before marrying Lennie Marston—a human. Anabella had her trepidations about the union, but she was not one to impose her views on others. Carmela knew her human family would die one day, but until that day came, she had her husband and their adopte
~ This was not what Ava expected to see. All around her, there was a war. Bodies littered the ground. A blackened spread of flesh and scorched earth. In the sky above the battlefield, shadows fought. A whirlwind of dark mist sparks of light flashing in random places, signaling death. On the ground, Ava saw Kunz. She stopped her advance, looking at the one man she feared. Fighting him were two werewolves. They were the only ones alive. With a wave of his hand, Kunz sent Marx flying. He landed a distance away in the litter of bodies strewn around. While Marx recovered, Penny was on Kunz, teeth, and claws. No amount of black magic armed her. The sounds she made… Ava felt a chill run down her spine. Ava raced over to Marx. He seemed surprised to see her. “You’re dead,” he said. “I saw it.”
~Anabella was in a dark place. Benji was in a private health care facility that would provide him with the care he needed. Care that was not available in regular hospitals. He was going to make a full recovery. As soon as he was awake, Anabella instructed Hanna to—smooth things over. A boy his age did not need to have such memories. In his room in the Ungaro’s private ward, they isolated Benji from news about his parents. If anyone slipped even the barest of details around him—the backlash would be grim. Anabella was going back on her long-held preference to keep the humans in her family at arm’s length. Carmela’s circumstances remained the same. She was still behind bars. According to human laws, she was guilty beyond any doubt. There were calls for the death penalty. Through it all, Carmela said nothing to defend herself. She refused to speak to
~Daniel and the others stood facing what looked like a massive dune. It stretched in either direction as far as their eyes could see. It was hundreds of feet tall, with a single path leading through to the valley on the opposite side. Nothing about it looked naturally made. Out in the desert, the sun was unforgiving. Gusty winds whipped the fine shards of sand against them. They wore scarves around their faces, goggles to protect their eyes. Every inch of them covered to stay safe from the elements. The downside to wearing protective clothing was feeling like a potato in aluminum foil roasting over an open grill. Through the soles of his shoes, Daniel could feel the heat from the desert floor. With him were Zigor, Helick, Vescovi, Penny, and five other men. To get to here, they trekked five miles across the Zanu Desert through two sand storms. The
~The hunt was on for the infected vampires from the train. So far, they found one of them dead. Reinforcements from the Mountain were now in the city. Marx brought Shea, Garrick, and Ichiro along with him. Anabella was sitting in her chair in the control room at Anax, her firm. They offered security solutions for businesses and private homeowners and individuals looking for bodyguards and security details. Celebrities, Heiresses, Diplomats—Anax, was the firm of choice. Along with the services listed, there were others. Like surveillance for the entire city of Pentorium. It was the largest city on the continent, comprising five different sectors. Each ran by one of the five heads of the vampires. “One target spotted on the corner of Glendevon and Twenty-third Street,” one of Anabella’s operators said over her headset.
~ Marx stood looking at the carbonated lump that used to be four people he knew. Four people he loved. Ava, Lochlan, Zack, and Dempsey. Around him, the grass had grown again. The earth showed no signs of the battle that raged there. Mother earth had healed, but he had not. None of the others had. The world was safe, but a gap remained in their hearts that could never be filled. Around the base of the carbon memorial, laid fresh flowers. Every day for the past six months, Martha came with a new bouquet. Today was no different. He arrived as she did. “You came,” she had said to him when she saw him. In her hands, she had more than a dozen bulbs of tulips. Her summer dress fluttered in the breeze, strands of her now brown hair escaping her ponytail. The smile she gave him out shunned the sun, and Marx, for the life
~Marx was leading the last assault; one meant to be a distraction. Ava moved her palm away from the wound on her side. Bleeding still felt strange to her. Martha was the only one with whom she could go into details about her plans. “Penny has the last rune. All she has to do is plant it on him. When she does, we have only a few minutes to get our part done,” she said to Martha. “What is our part?” “I’m going to use you like an amplifier. I know how it sounds and yes, it is dangerous. For me more than you.” “Then we can’t do it,” Martha said. “If you’re going to get hurt—” “I have a contingency for that as well.” “Ava—” She
~Rea and Cale launched direct attacks on Kunz while Ava tried to unravel his protections. Each layer she pulled apart revealed another was more entrenched and more intricate than the one preceding it. She almost got another layer undone when she heard Cale shout— “Look out.” Ava had enough time to react, the death rune crackling through the air towards her. She split the force in half, saving herself by a hair. In the duel that ensued, Cale made the ultimate sacrifice. Rea tried to stop him as he ran straight for Kunz. Ava threw up a rune between Cale and the King; it was too late. Like dust, Cale disappeared. A self-satisfied smile lifted the side of Kunz’s lips. “Come now Avana. You cannot hope to defeat me. Even with all the knowledge at your disposal, I have spent years perfecting my craft.”
~They came through using three portals. Cale and Rea helped Ava to create one large enough to transport all of their forces. On the other side, they emerged on the field of battle in Hedgewood. The ground was scarred black. Trees toppled over and uprooted. It looked like a nuclear weapon went off, turning black everything in its path. The familiarity of the scene had an itch running down Marx’s spine. This place was either where they would claim victory or where he would walk over the corpses of the people he loved. He brushed his somber thoughts aside. Victory was their only option. To Ava, who stood on his right, Marx said, “Your handy work?” “I may have caused a patch here and there.” She bobbed her head from side to side. It was such a human gesture Marx found he had an urge to smile. He allowed his amu
~ Storming Hedgewood had to wait. Ava’s ‘problem’ required a second’s more thought. So close to the end, Marx was growing impatient. They needed to strike while they could and delays after delays were shifting the advantage square into the enemy’s hands. He folded his arms across his chest, keeping his face void of his emotions as he listened to Ava. “He has layers of protection wrapped around him like a shawl,” she was telling them as they stood inside the lobby of Anax Corp. Having the conversation on the outside felt too open. While they conversed, the last of the civilians and the injured were being ushered to the safety of the Mountain. Those left behind were there to fight. Marx found he was itching to fight. Ava continued. “We got through three of them before we had to retreat.” “Kunz spent years perfectin
~The sky was a battlefield. Above Pentorium, spreading out for miles, the shadows fought amongst themselves. Those made from the spirits of dead vampires clashing against those created from werewolves. Marx had control of the latter. It was surreal watching it all unfold. Anabella came to stand by Marx as he stood gazing up at the result of his power. Power he would never have dreamed of having. Explaining to the others what he could do would have paled compared to the scene unfolding over their heads. “This is what Sven wanted from her,” Anabella said about Sven and his sister, Marx’s mate, Celeste. “And when he couldn’t take it, he planned to break the seal on the portal.” “I can’t imagine having that man’s thoughts inside my head,” Marx said. “I rather
~Vescovi’s head throbbed as if a drummer band was marching across his forehead. Making his way through the tunnel with his men, a blast came out of nowhere, knocking them down and rendering them unconscious. He woke up in a crumpled heap with his men, all in various stages of recovery. It took him several tries to get to his feet and stay there, the drumming in his head growing louder with each movement. Walking straight was a task, but it was urgent that they get to Xavier and the others. They were delayed enough as it was getting the remaining civilians under Anax Corp ready for transport to the Mountain. Pentorium was under an evacuation order. He paused when he saw that the panel leading out of the tunnels was open. It was plausible that Xavier had left it like that since it was their way in and out, but Vescovi could not ignore the prickle at
~Martha moved to run to Nico as a shadow took possession of his body. Four steps in his direction, she stopped. Nico faced her direction, his eyes twin pools of swirling mist. The thing inside of him had his lips turn up in a smirk. With hot tears streaming unchecked down her cheeks, Martha clutched her fingers into tight fists. The words came from the pits of her stomach. The ground under her feet undulated, rippling with energy as she spoke them. Nico charged in her direction, his face twisted in rage. Martha held up her hand, palm open, continuing the chant, repeating it with fervor and a new understanding. Death fueled shadow magic. Hate. Anger. All the dark things that sullied the world. The spell was the most powerful she had ever attempted since Ava infused the revenant soul with hers. She had to release control to it. Allow the magic to ru
~Martha couldn’t breathe, her anxiety tightening her chest. Through her link with Nico, she could feel his growing distress. It urged her to move faster as she sprinted through the hidden tunnels leading down into the subway. Back at Anax Corp, Vescovi was assembling a team, a process that was taking longer than was comfortable with her. Nico and the others needed immediate help. Communications, already spotty, had gone dead. Not a single response, only the constant frying of static. Unable to stand around doing nothing while the man she loved probably laid gutted and dying, Martha snuck off when no one was looking. None of the others knew what she was planning to do. If they did, they would have tried to stop her. She was the passive one. The one who chose not to fight. For a werewolf, her reliance on that part of herself never went past her prim