May 1991I spent the better part of two weeks with Jessica. She was devastated by her father’s death. I think seeing her crushed brought back emotions I had denied for many years. I’m still human, after all. I cried with her, and when she and I could cry no more, we began to talk. I told her I worked for an eccentric older man. She told me she was starting classes this fall at Albany University. Life just seemed to calm down for the two of us.Mason never did contact me again. But somehow I knew he was watching. He was always going to be watching Jess.I'm going to miss Jess.March 1996I met a very interesting character tonight. He asked me to call him Hound, so I figure he is probably one of Gabriel’s men. Gabe once told me about some of his men, and even regaled me with tales of his private guard, nicknamed The Black Horde. I got the impression from Hound, he may have been part of the Horde. It was quite like a distant memory coming back to me from nowhere. It’s hard
Prelude"Rayan," a gentle voice carried across the room, finding uncaring ears. "Please," Kate sighed. "It is not what you think. I was not there to see anyone." Her smile retreated for only a second. "I went to see my mother," her eyes sparkled, "to tell her the news." She paused, running her hand along her side before stepping closer to the thick wooden table. A slow distant look came over her eyes recalling the violent stomach she had been nursing. "I have not felt well so I went to see the healer this morning." Kate glanced over her shoulder to the man who was now pacing several feet away. "She gave me wonderful news, and while I was in town, I stopped to see mom."Pouring a glass of mead, she held it to her chest surveying the table. The clutter that had once lined the edges had been cleaned up and three plates had been set in prep for the dinner and news to come. Catching the center vase which now held freshly picked Gerber Daisies; she leaned forward to remove a yellow one. H
"Hey Chief-- I just got word the suspect's car was seen parked at 1201 Old Leesburg Highway." Bonnie Jane said, knowing Jimmy was heading home and most likely would want to check it out. James’s ‘Jimmy’ Verspea pulled the cherry red 1969 Ford Shelby Mustang over and looked out across the field. He couldn’t recall the last time he saw it green this time of the year. "Dispatch," he rubbed his temple, deciding if he really wanted to take the call or go home. "BJ,” he replied. Though her name was Bonnie Jane, he liked calling her by her office nickname. “Tell Joshua I'll handle the call, I'm already there." "10-4 chief," the female voice responded, sounding a little irritated. The radio faded to near silence, except for the ever-present static hum as Jimmy turned the Shelby around. He lived a few blocks from the call. He had nearly made it home before the police officer in him wouldn’t allow him the night off, not when a crime was so close to home. Jimmy pulled into a thick, overgrow
1986 September 1 I started this journal to understand what was happening to me. I have friends who are odd characters, but I don’t pay their odd quirks any attention. After all, each of us, has our own troubles. But what I found out about them I am not ready for. My friends, or should I say my family more than friends, are different. They were once the protectors of all of humanity, they were the greatest beings this planet could offer, but as men go, we often hunt for what we do not understand. We did not understand them. They have always been among us, the wolfin; they will always be among us, watching from the twilight. I'm not sure if this log will help any of us, but I must tell someone, even if it is just this page. The city is changing and so are we. We are being hunted, again. But this time it is different, this time it is one of us, who is doing the hunting. About three weeks ago, the slayings started. It was simple at first; there was no real pattern to the killings.
Jimmy sat in silence for a minute watching her, urging her to leave with his eyes. "Look, don't get me wrong, it has nothing to do with you. It's just that I work alone I don't like partners." Jimmy had left out the how and why he did not like partners. It was no secret though. Before coming here he'd been a New York City police officer.Jimmy was handpicked to head a special task force assigned to track a serial killer the papers had dubbed The Clown Killer. The first three victims were clowns, and after that, each body was found dressed as a clown. The departments had been making strides and were getting closer to a suspect. He was sure it would only be a matter of days. Everything was pointing to a woman, although most serial killers had been men.Sophia, his longtime partner, and Jimmy had been on a stakeout that seemed futile. New York City was being pounded by a blizzard and both partners agreed it was time to call it a night. Jimmy had driven Sophia back to her home in Hunting
As the light from the lone candle faded, Jimmy was aware of someone standing with him. He glanced over his shoulder, half expecting the voice from the journal to greet him. To his surprise, it was Natalia. He sat there, unsure what to say to his wife. "How did you know to find me here?" Finally his voice broke the awkward silence. The tall woman walked forward laying a hand on his shoulder to comfort him. "I'm your wife and your partner; I always know where you go." She smiled. “I called BJ and she told me you were here.” She glanced over the room and then back to him. "It has been many years since I came here." She looked up seeing ghosts that weren't there. "Why did you come here, Jimmy?" "I was checking on a stolen car when I stumbled across this house. I also found out an officer on the force had a case dealing with this place, so I decided to check it out. But, somehow, I get the impression you already know the case, and you know what happened to everyone who lived here."
Two Hours Later"Jimmy, I know you wanted to go home early, but we have a situation I think you should handle quietly." The Chief's voice was strained; he began chewing Rolaids again motioning Jimmy into his office. A few heated words could be overheard through the door. There was a series of shadows moving across the window before Jimmy flew out of his office.Jimmy looked at his partner for a long time before speaking. "You and I get to play babysitter. It seems NARC busted some kids tonight, and one of them just happened to be Marvin Olsen-Myers's daughter. He has put heat on the Mayor, who placed heat on the chief, who is now giving her to us.""Isn't he the Ambassador to the United Nations?" Natalia paused, already knowing what type of political event this w
Yada woke up with the worst headache she had ever known. She could tell she was face down, and from the smells flooding her senses, she was in some heap of trash. Lifting her body in weak arms, she could vaguely see through the darkness, although she could hear men fighting. The noise became louder and louder.She rolled over to look up to the stars; it was still night or early morning gauged from the skyline's color. She sat up letting the wall hold her weight. Those voices she had heard moments before seemed to become more heated and drew her attention. She glanced to her left only to see the silhouette of a man growing into a large creature. The scream followed by a roar forced Yada to pull back into a small ball. The sound of thick footfalls coming her way alerted her that she was not alone. She shifted her weight only enough to pull back from the alleyway into a shadow. Holding her breath, she closed her eyes. The sound of her heart became louder. The thudding came closer an
May 1991I spent the better part of two weeks with Jessica. She was devastated by her father’s death. I think seeing her crushed brought back emotions I had denied for many years. I’m still human, after all. I cried with her, and when she and I could cry no more, we began to talk. I told her I worked for an eccentric older man. She told me she was starting classes this fall at Albany University. Life just seemed to calm down for the two of us.Mason never did contact me again. But somehow I knew he was watching. He was always going to be watching Jess.I'm going to miss Jess.March 1996I met a very interesting character tonight. He asked me to call him Hound, so I figure he is probably one of Gabriel’s men. Gabe once told me about some of his men, and even regaled me with tales of his private guard, nicknamed The Black Horde. I got the impression from Hound, he may have been part of the Horde. It was quite like a distant memory coming back to me from nowhere. It’s hard
Yada sat on the bench as the day drifted into night. She continued to sit as the moon moved higher, threatening to devour her. Looking over the calm waves, she saw a flock of birds changes direction as if avoiding a predator and finally land to her left. Reaching for her cigarettes, she didn’t notice someone standing behind her. Several minutes passed before, Yada turned around. “Gabriel, my lord,” she quickly said, shifting to one knee before looking at the ground near his feet. “Forgive me, please,” Yada begged, still looking at the ground. Gabriel did not say a word. He simply sat at her side. “Formalities of title have never been part of our relationship before. Do not allow it to come between us now.”“My lord,” she began. “I should have never acted as impulsively as I did. I am a child lost in your world.”“Are you going to refer to me as ‘My Lord,’ all night?” He finally asked.“No,” she whispered. “I’ve been lost this last week without you. I don’t know what is r
I left the apartment today. I could not handle it anymore. I had to get away from the same four walls. I left shortly before sunrise, so he couldn’t follow me. I walked along the beach this morning as the sun began to climb over the city. It was there on the sandy shore I came to an understanding. I now understand what he expects of me. I have searched a lot of memories. He is old. I mean really old. He and his brother Michael were the original vampires--A punishment from the gods. I would never have believed this if I had not relived that moment. I also noticed he has never taken a sahead before. Not once in any memory did I see one. It means something to me. He chose me. I’m honored. But the flood comes and goes and I cannot control what I see. So I left.I continued to walk until I noticed I was being followed. The man stayed far enough behind me so I couldn’t see his face. I kept having the feeling I knew him though. When I confronted him, I wasn’t ready fo
2500 B.C.“Hurry up, Alu. We are going to be late. He won’t be happy if we are late… again.” The tall man spoke over his shoulder, climbing hand-carved steps two at a time.“Time is the only constant. We are never late nor are we early. We arrive when we are expected to.” Alu said, catching up with his brother on the top step.“You sound like you have been studying the stars again, brother.”“Perhaps,” he said with a light smile. “There is a sense of being in the stars. It is said Ra fancies the heaven and stars.”Akar regarded his brother silently before a guard walked them into the chamber.“Pharaoh,” they both said, moving to one knee before their ruler.“Rise Alu and Akar,” Pharaoh dismissed the rest of his court.“You summoned us, Pharaoh?” Akar began, still looking at the hand-carved titles before Pharaoh.“Rise Akar, you are a friend here.” Pharaoh’s words were soft and warm. “Pharaoh, what is your wish, we are here but to serve.” Alu began as he folded his arms beh
Gabriel bit into his wrist and offered it to her. When she brought it to her mouth, he held her tighter. Her body started to reject his blood. It happened every time he fed her. The human body does not accept the blood of the undead. Out of instinct, the stomach convulses, trying to expel what is ingested. Gabriel told her eventually it will subside. Gabriel waited until the fight ended before biting into Yada’s wrist. The moment he did, Yada’s mind began to fill with images from Gabe’s past.~~~August 2, 1701“Gabriel.”It wasn’t his real name, but a name he decided to use some years ago, after the birth of Christianity, when he settled into a small area outside of Rome. He and his brother were mistaken for a pair of Angels. Some hesitant locals said they could only be the hand of God and referred to them as the Fallen Michael and Gabriel. The thought had always amused them, and the pair decided to keep the names as long as they brought fear to man. As long as man feared
“That went well,” she whispered, leaning her head against the wall after shutting his door. Yada knew she would have to deal with other vampires, but she didn’t expect to tonight. Not all the training had prepared her for an actual face-to-face meeting with someone of Vincent’s age. Sure, she had met a few others and even attended a council meeting once, but she was not allowed to speak. Pushing off the wall, Yada found the restroom and splashed water against her face. She looked in the mirror, seeing a pale-faced woman with thick eye makeup standing behind her. The woman’s face powder was heavy, giving her the appearance of the undead. Yada splashed more water on her face and rubbed the back of her neck. The meeting with Vincent proved more stressful than she cared to admit. The light above her head suddenly crackled and flickered before going out. The window behind the woman allowed enough pale light to seep through the blinds, so she could see faint outlines. Beside the
April 19, 1991I made my first real kill tonight. I thought killing an undead thing would make me feel some sort of remorse. I don’t, though. I feel more alive than I have ever felt. I feel like I was born to do this job. The feeling scares the hell out of me and at the same moment electrifies me.I’ve given careful thought to my attacker. I was unprepared for the fight and nearly lost my life. I realized that if it had not been for fast thinking and skill, I would now be dead. I guess in the heat of the moment you don’t have time to think, you can only react to your training. I have heard people say the fight or flight instinct takes over. I have to agree. Survival, my survival, was the only thing I had in mind.I wasn’t as fast as he was, and the trophy he earned will mar my thigh forever. I learned tonight that if I am to live in this world, I need to become a better killer. I don’t mean the type of killer that pulls a gun and gets the job done. I mean the type of kil
We killed my father tonight.He didn’t leave me any choice. James, or that is what he called himself in human form, was a killer. He attacked five wolfin across the region before he finally captured me. He taunted me for several days before I knew what I needed to do.I could not allow him to go on. I couldn’t have more blood on my hands. I already had too much blood on my hands with Anos death. James killed him because he was my friend. I still do not understand Lyceums or their thinking, but I am learning. Daily I am learning about the war on the streets between the Wolfin’s and the Lyceums. And I dislike what I am finding out.My education started the day he kidnapped me. It was the day he killed Jake. I rather miss Jake, even if he was a real pain in the ass. A second event happened that day. It was the day Gabriel entered my life. Rescuing me from James set into motion a chain of events that lead me back to the warehouse tonight.My mate Noah was there. He and Quinn had figured
A gentle breeze from the south brought a thick cloud cover, which blocked the afternoon sun. Jessica Gotti had not noticed the changing weather until the mail carrier appeared and handed her a bound stack. Flipping through the pile, she took a select handful to her car and dumped them in the passenger seat. Looking over the front window of the gallery, she felt a tickle on the back of her neck, as though someone was watching her. Quickly turning around and finding nothing out of place she rubbed her temples, dismissing the sensation as a sign of stress from the extra work she’d put in, so the opening date would not be delayed again.Realizing it was almost 3:00 P.M. She decided to head home. The drive lulled her mind from the hectic schedule she had been living by. The rhythmic sound of the tires erased all the stress of the last few days. Moreover, for the first time, she knew in her heart that the opening would go off as planned with no backlashesShe was listening to a Final