Copyright 2018 by Rachel E Rice

“To Kill A Vampire”

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To Kill A Vampire Book1

Chapter One

Dakota

 

My eyes are heavy, and the pillow my head is resting on is hard. My hands feel as if something is holding them down. I glance around the room. I don’t recognize anything. Not the small bed with crisp white sheets binding me where I can’t move my feet. I try to kick at the tucked sheets, but my legs feel as if they are weighted down by dumbbells.

This room is empty. Where is my bookcase which holds all my books? Where are my books? I need to read. Reading makes me happy. Reading takes me away into someone’s mind besides my own. I feel different when I’m reading. I feel alive, and I don’t worry about much. I don’t think about the students who look at me as if I’m a freak for wanting to make A’s.

This can’t be school, I have to go to school, I tell myself.  How am I to keep my grade point average up if I’m lying here, doing nothing and not studying?

I’m not at home. I’m not in school. Where am I?

And what am I doing in a room that looks like a jail cell? Not that I’ve ever seen the inside of one, but this could be one. Where are my parents? I know that I have parents and why would they leave me here?

This doesn’t make sense. I shut my eyes tight hoping when I open them this will have been a dream. I take a long breath and open my eyes, and nothing has changed except I hear a noise coming from somewhere and I don’t know exactly where. It sounds like someone is stirring. Maybe now I can get some answers. I hear the shuffling of feet. However, I don’t have the energy to raise up and see who’s coming close to me.

All I remember was taking a shower in my restroom and waking up inside this room. I yell because I need answers, but my voice is fragile and fades with each word. “Where am I? Where are my parents? I know you’re there. Say something.”

“You’re in a hospital in the mental ward.” It’s the voice of a young man.

“What am I doing in this place?” I ask.

“You must have tried to kill yourself,” the voice said. The sound is coming from somewhere in the next cell or room across from mine.

“But I wouldn’t do that, would I?” I try hard to remember things and I can’t. At this point, I can’t remember my name.

“How the fuck should I know,” the boy says to me. It jars me, and I try to sit up and see who’s using that gross word. “I’m not a doctor. I’m here just like you. All I know about this place is that this is where they bring you if you tried to kill yourself.  I tried the same thing but it didn’t work, and here I am.”

Maybe I’m dead, I thought. I don’t know if I want to be around this boy. He sounds so cynical. But this place doesn’t look like anything I’ve heard or read about if I were dead.

“I can’t move,” I said to the young critical voice coming from the other room.

“They probably heavily medicated you. The nurses will be in shortly to check on you, give you some food, watch you take a shower, and then they’ll send you to be tested and then to counseling and then more pills until…”

Listening to him is painful, so I interrupt him because I can’t stand to hear more. I’m still not convinced that I where he says I am. “Then can I go home?”

“How the fuck should I know? Like I said, I’m no doctor.” The boy’s voice cracked with a tone of annoyance. The kind of voice you hear when teenage boys are turning into men. One minute their voices are high and the next day you talk to them it has deepened.

“How long have you been in here?” I ask him.

A few moments of silence pass as if he’s trying to remember but gives up and says, “I don’t know.” I hear the sadness in his voice, and I wonder if that’s the fate that’s waiting for me. Being in an institution long enough to forget the days and months and maybe years.

“How old are you and what’s your name?” I ask him because I need more information to determine if this is real or in my imagination.

“I’m eighteen. My name is Elliot. That’s all I can tell you. They don’t want us to discuss our personal information with anyone.” As I listened, I thought about how old I am. I’m eighteen and I will soon be nineteen. I will graduate from high school if I can get back there.

I’m his age, maybe older but my mother kept me back because she said I wasn’t matured enough to start school and she couldn’t bear to have me leave her so early. She homed schooled me and then sent me to elementary school. I remember some things now. I wondered how many more teens were in this place.

“Elliot, do you always follow the staff’s and doctors’ rules?”

“No. I don’t follow anyone’s rules. Maybe that’s why I’m still in here.”

“But it’s more than that isn’t it?”

“Yeah. I guess so. I tried to kill myself three times before and didn’t succeed. I think they put me in this facility to prevent me from doing that again. But if you want to do something you’ll find a way.” His voice trails off as if he’s still considering that option.

“What was wrong with you?” I asked him.

“Don’t you mean what is wrong with me?” He pauses and then says, “Nothing is wrong with me,” as if he’s not sure if there’s something wrong with him. “Except,” he breathes out hard and pauses again as if he’s thinking about why he should reveal to a stranger his innermost secret.

“I made the mistake of telling my parents that I was gay and that I was seeing visions at night. I said people were coming into my room at night. Big mistake. They took me for counseling.”

“Oh,” I said. My voice rises.

“I’m not gay, I just wanted to get their attention. The gay part didn’t upset them, they took that calm enough. It was when I said I was seeing vampires that my parents freaked out. The vampires were coming into my room at night and sucking my blood especially that female. I can’t remember her name, but she was beautiful and sexy. For a teenage boy, you know how that can be.”

“No, I don’t know,” I said to him because honestly, I didn’t have a clue.

His voice, conversational, as if he believed what he was saying and that I would understand since I was in the same place maybe for the same reason. But we weren’t the same. I didn’t try to kill myself because of vampires. And everyone who’s sane knows that there are no such things as vampires. That convinced me that I wasn’t dead and there is no way I should be here in this hospital at least not in a mental ward.

“I can see how that would unnerve them because there are no vampires,” I said to Elliot. I was trying to do what his parents and counselors couldn’t accomplish. Teenagers see things different from parents and adults. Our brains function differently and maybe if I told him that he would believe me, but he appeared confident that they did exist.

“That’s what you think.” He gave a small laugh. “They’re all over. Everywhere. Even here in this hospital, and I want to get out of this place before they kill me.”

“I thought you wanted to die?”

“I did. But when I was tested for schizophrenia and other things, the doctors said nothing was wrong with me, and they sent me home, and that’s when I realized that I wasn’t nuts and what was coming into my room at night was real. I tried to kill myself once more because I don’t want to become one of those undead things. I would rather die.” There was a brief silence. “And you, what’s your story. What’s your name and how old are you?”

“My name’s Dakota, and I’m eighteen just like you. A senior in high school. But I’m turning nineteen in June. Mother held me back because of maturity issues, and I don’t have a story.  I can’t remember any more than that, now. Maybe it will come back to me, but I don’t remember trying to commit suicide.”

“When we get out of here how about you and me hooking up and go to the movies or something,” Elliot said. “But you can’t tell the counselors because we aren’t allowed to make connections in or out of this place. Don’t tell your parents either.”

And that’s when I remembered that I didn’t tell my parents what was going on with me. I didn’t eat much or sleep well. Now I vaguely remember taking my mother’s meds and waking up in here.

“I wasn’t trying to kill myself, I was trying to sleep at night,” I said. And like Elliot, I saw things too. There were some things familiar between us. People coming into my room at night and standing over my bed. I thought it was hallucinations because I couldn’t sleep.

“Did you have bruises on your body and were you sleeping at night?” I asked Elliot.

“How could I sleep? I had bruises and cuts like I was cutting myself. I wasn’t cutting myself, the vampires were doing that to extract blood and then sucking it from my arms, legs, and wrists. When the doctors examined me, I tried to tell them that I didn’t cut myself that the vampires did that.” If I were Elliot’s parents, and he told me that far-fetched story, I would probably send him away, too. I could see why he was here but me, I didn’t understand yet.

Looking up at the lights, I began to feel the medication wear off and feelings coming back to my hands and legs. And my memory returning slowly with the help of Elliot talking to me.

“I remember something now, Elliot. I think the same things were happening to me, but I had small bruises on my neck, and there was this handsome man who came to me at night. I thought it was a sexual dream. You know the kind when you are teens, and you don’t know what’s happening to your body. He told me that I had to do something and I can’t remember what it was.”

“Don’t worry after you get out of here and stop with the medication everything will be clear. It happened to me. Because I hid my meds and didn’t take them, I saw what was making a nightly visit. That time I caught the female vampire cutting me, and I ran to wake my parents, and they dismissed my accusations as delusions brought on by the medicine. I told them that I wasn’t taking my medication. And that’s when my mother began hiding the knives and razor blades. Isn’t that stupid. If I wanted to get a knife or razor, I could easily get one without them knowing. All I wanted was for them to believe me and take me away where the vampires couldn’t find me.”

“When I get out of here and if you’re out, we’re going to find those vampires, and we’re going to kill them,” I said to Elliot. It was the only thing I could think of to say to calm him.

I didn’t know why I said that, but it sounds as if it was something I could do. Not only was Elliot being tormented by vampires, I realized that I was being plagued by them as well to the point where we were willing to kill ourselves to get away from them. I had finally found a reason or excuse for my torment. But in the back of my mind, I thought the thing about vampires was an outrageous idea, but I had bought into it with the help of Elliot. He appeared convinced that they existed.

Maybe we were both mental cases.

It became clear to me and then I thought, we really have to kill some vampires if we are to live, whether it was true or not, we had to rid ourselves of our demons whether real or imaginary.

There was a long silence between us. I sat up in bed, put my feet on the cold hard floor and crouched down and rested my back against the bed and wrapped my arms around my legs. “What school do you attend?” I asked Elliot.

“Holy Cross.”

“That’s my school. Holy shit. Imagine that,” I said and placed my hands over my mouth.

“There are a few more students here from Holy Cross. They’re seeing things at night, and no one believes them. And they’re trying to commit suicide just like us and probably for the same reasons, but they don’t talk to me. They’re in another ward. You and I are the only ones here for some reason. Those kids in the other wards follow the rules. Sometimes you have to break the rules to survive. You’ve made me want to survive, Dakota. Do you think we can really kill those vampires?”

I didn’t have any answers yet. Elliot held on to my words as if they were gold.

“Yes. Do everything your parents and the doctors ask of you, and I’ll see you at school. It’s our last year. We can meet up and make plans.” And I laid back and relaxed and waited. My blood had been tainted with the pills I had taken, maybe that’s why the vampires left me alone, I soon realized. “Take your meds. That will keep the vampires at bay. They want pureblood.”

“How do you know all these things?”

I hunched my shoulders, “I don’t know. I just know.”

“I think someone is coming. I have to go and talk to the counselor. Today my parents are coming for a visit, and I have to convince them that I’m not going to try to do anything to harm myself. Wish me luck.”

Hearing a key open his door, I lay in that bed and tried to figure out how I knew about the medicine in the blood. Then I remembered that I read about how medication which when taken can cause different reactions in some people, and because of my small, undernourished body, medicine will enter the bloodstream quickly.

 

 

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Two vampire brothers are at war with each other and caught in between is Dakota.

After spending two weeks in a mental hospital, Dakota Bain can’t accept that her parents committed her.

After finally graduating from high school and after she secures a prized internship as a lab assistant at a prestigious research hospital for the summer, she doesn’t realize that this will propel her into an intriguing, unbelievable, and the most terrifying experience of her young life.

As Dakota prepares for her first day on the job, she thinks she can handle anything after what she has gone through until she comes face to face with the handsome doctor, Ashton Mieras.

Ashton is the head of the research lab and he’s dark and secretive as well as beautiful and sexy.  Dakota falls in love with him. He’s her first love and she’s intrigued by this man.

Who is this man Dakota has fallen for? Why does he look at her as if he loathes her one minute and the next he treats her tender as if she’s the most precious thing on earth?

She discovers that being in love with Ashton comes at a price after she unearths his secrets. Can she pay the price, or will she embrace the life that’s been thrust on her?

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Book 3 “I Am Last Night” by Rachel E Rice

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When Lycell made the unavoidable decision to approach the vampire sleeping soundly in Lycell’s cellar, he stepped cautiously down the first step leading to bottom of the dark stairway, holding something shiny in his hand. A bright light illuminated the background where Lycell stood. He had left the door opened behind him. Not to run because there was no running from a vampire, and a werewolf such as Lycell wouldn’t consider it.

The light from the kitchen cast a glow on what Lycell held tightly in his hand.

Feeling embolden and sure that he could handle anything Jovani would do, Lycell spoke into the darkness of the cellar, and his words reached Jovani’s ears before they bounced off the walls.

“Do you know what this is Night crawler?” Lycell’s voice and words harsh, offensive, and strong. Jovani’s eyes flickered, opened, and glanced up in surprise. He didn’t expect to be awakened. Not this soon especially since he had enjoyed the peace of his sleep. He had forgotten where he lay because of the euphoria of Hannah’s body resting on top of his.

Jovani fell into a dream state and thought that Hannah’s heart beat on his chest, as she lay sleeping was his because their bodies felt as one. But there were no truth in his dreams and thoughts. He was immortal and dead, she was mortal and alive and the only heart beat came from her his beloved.

Jovani had forgotten he had no heart beat. Only one person could relax him into that state and it was—Hannah. She would be his undoing thought Lycell as he looked at Jovani careful not to wake Hannah while holding her lovingly to his chest as he tried to sit up and gather his thoughts.

Lycell had his chance to rid the world of this vampire. He wouldn’t get another chance. But there was one problem.

Jovani furrowed his forehead at the sound of Lycell’s words and voice. Not so much at the sound, but of what his words implied, and that Lycell had caught him unprepared for a fight and with a werewolf and vampire there would be some kind of combat, whether it was for dominance in a world of earthly and unearthly creatures, other than mankind, or one where there was a need to establish control and power over the other.

Turning his head in a quick motion to see where the ominous voice had originated, while still holding on to Hannah as she slept soundly on his chest, Jovani answered after seeing Lycell standing in a fighting position, shirtless, legs wide and ready at any second to shift into a werewolf.

Jovani calmed and said, “You have a linked chain and if I’m not mistaken by the shine of it, you made it out of silver.”

“That’s correct. And I will ask you again, where’s my son? Where’s Justin?”

“I don’t know where he is?” Jovani said objectively as he lay his back flat on the bed one arm holding Hannah.

“That’s the wrong answer.” Before Lycell took the next step, Jovani swirled around, without disturbing Hannah, and was on his feet while Hannah slept unknowing of what was about to occur.

“You weren’t a match for me then, and you aren’t one now. And you have a human you want to protect. So while you’re chasing me around my house, you will soon discover that it’s still daylight. And where does that leave you,” Lycell said meeting Jovani’s blue eyes with his dark eyes.

Lycell’s voice heavy and ruthless as he pounded his words between his sharp teeth.

“The answer is where does that leave you? If you manage to kill me you will never find your son. You need me for that.” Jovani’s voice held strong but it was more of a deterrent than strength.

Jovani still a young vampire knew that Lycell was right. He was no match for a full grown werewolf who had been battle tested in many ways. Lycell had clashed with men, and wolves, and fought lion shifters and won. Jovani knew he couldn’t allow Lycell to overpower him.

If it was daylight, Lycell didn’t have to wake him and make a big pronouncement, he could have walked up to him and placed a stake in Jovani’s heart, or burn the house down if he wanted. But somehow he didn’t want to do that, at least, not yet. Lycell’s only concern at this moment was Justin, and Jovani knew it.

“I don’t need you for anything. All I want is a satisfactory answer,” Lycell said. Then why didn’t Lycell kill him? He had his chance, Jovani thought. Then he must need him.

“I gave it to you. You weren’t satisfied, so get on with what you’re planning to do me.”

“It’s not just you anymore. If you don’t help me find my son, then I will be forced to kill you and that girl you have inadvertently involved in your sordid existence. You don’t have the courage to make her one like you. But then how can you, when you have a wife already?”

“Why are we discussing my…” Jovani’s hands fisted at the thought of Sasha his vampire mate.

“See what I mean. You don’t deny it,” Lycell said holding on to the chain ready to lob it in Jovani’s direction if he made the wrong move.

“If you came to kill me then try because if you don’t, and from what I read in the papers, you’re married and very much in love. That’s your weakness,” Jovani said. “The weakness of my love for Hannah that you’ve cast a spotlight on is yours as well. Adrienne, I think that’s her name. The mother to so many werewolves including Justin, they will miss her sorely, as well as your brothers and especially, Wilder.” Jovani’s voice vindictive and piercing cutting through Lycell like a diamond drill.

Lycell flinched and a chill soared through him making the hair on his neck stand. The thought that Jovani knew so much about his family caused Lycell to think about what he was attempting and if he didn’t kill Jovani, Adrienne would die by Jovani’s hands, or worse, he could make her one of his undead concubines.

The vampire and the werewolf stood in front of each other assessing their strengths and weakness and what they could afford to lose.

When Lycell first met Jovani in the Middle East, Jovani had been roaming from village to village among the spoils of war taking souls to add to his army of the undead.

“How did your dead army work out for you?” Jovani raised an eyebrow. That too was a sore point.

“That was then. I’m no longer surviving on human blood. I’ve discovered that I can exist well with the animal blood in the nearby forest. So that would make me like you.” Jovani showed a hurried closed smile.

“You will never be like me,” Lycell’s cold voice cut through the silence. “I hunt animals for food, and never pursue humans unless they threatened my packs existence. Never,” he emphasized, “have I taste human blood for pleasure, but to defend myself and my kind. You’re like men only worse,” Lycell added, his voice filled with disgust, “because you kill indiscriminately and you don’t have a soul and you never will.”

“You’re not my judge, Lycell, and you will not be my executioner.” Jovani’s motion in Lycell’s direction had been faster than Lycell realized, yet Lycell stayed firm and stepped down another step to meet Jovani.

Lycell no longer on the high ground but eyeing Jovani and both searching for a weakness.

As Lycell looked past Jovani, he pointed to Hannah, as the chain made a clanging sound against the cement floor.

Lycell pointed and said, “Marrying that innocent young woman will not make you human again. Well,” he said with a raised eyebrow and a closed smirk glancing at her lying half naked. “She’s not so innocent anymore,” Lycell murmured with disdain and an insulting tone that wasn’t lost on Jovani.

 

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Chapter Two

 

“I think I’ve had too much to drink,” Hannah said raising her hand to her head. The room swirled and the voices became louder mixed with laughter and music. She tried to make a half attempt to stand but instead swaying and reaching for Justin’s shoulder to prevent her from falling.

Holding her stomach and gasping for air, she said, “I need to get out of here.” Hannah standing this time but not too successful slipped back down in the seat. Justin rose and extended his hand she took his hand standing facing him.

“I’m going to take Hannah out for air. We’ll be back in a few. Order me another drink,” Justin said.

“I’m alright. I don’t want to ruin your night. Just get me to the door. I’ll wait out front at one of the tables, and when I feel better then I’ll come back in,” she said trying to pretend she was ok.

Hannah turned and took a few uneven steps. Then she reached for Justin’s arm. He walked her through a crowd of people coming into the bar and opened the door and they stepped out into the chilly night air. Hannah wore a heavy jean jacket yet she felt the wind and cold slice through it causing her to shudder.

Justin placed his arm around her shoulders to bring her close to his chest. She moved away not wanting his attention nor his help. She needed to be sick alone. And she didn’t want him to see how graceless it would be to vomit on his nice leather jacket.

“I’m okay, Justin. Go in.” She pushed at his chest and he didn’t budge. Looking up at him she said her speech slurred, “Wow, that’s impressive,” she said referring to his hard muscles. “I want to be alone in my misery. I feel better really.” That was furthest from the truth. She felt like shit and her face showed it. She was already a pale girl and sometimes she had rosy cheeks but not in the middle of winter and not now. She looked like hell and she knew it.

Justin reluctant to leave her alone turned away from Hannah and strolled back to the bar, after looking back several times to see if she needed him. He didn’t want to come on too strong and drive her away from him.

Hannah felt Justin couldn’t help her because by now he was as much inebriated as her.

Entering the bar, he found his seat near Chase with Gabriela sitting in the middle of Bryan and Chase. They didn’t look up or notice when he sat. Their only focus was Gabriela and who she would choose to kiss next. They were taking turns kissing her as the other sat there waiting for his turn like a dog waiting for his snack.

No one noticed Hannah’s absence but Justin.

 

 

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Hannah never felt this bad in her entire life. Even when she had the flu. Her head ached, her stomach hurt, and she knew she was on the verge of throwing up everything she had for breakfast.

Glancing to her left, there was an alley between two tall buildings. It was dim lit and she didn’t see anyone at the time. Not even a moon to bring attention to her standing there. When she ambled to the dark corner facing the side of a building to bend over, her eyes caught the image of two men sitting on the bottom of a fire-escape.

By then it was too late for her to move. She felt the bile of the vomit entering her throat and she knew it wouldn’t be long before she would have some relief. All she could do was lean over and wait for the release of food and liquor. She had a bad feeling about the two men and something told her to run but she didn’t want the sour food and stench all over her. When she goes home her parents, especially her father, would know that she had been out drinking.

Still no relief, her head pounding and her stomach bubbling, she glanced to the side and the two men were headed in her direction.

Her head was down and before she could do anything, all she saw were their feet approaching her. They were wearing sneakers as they stood behind her. With her hands holding on to the building, she turned around looking for a way out and she vomited on their feet.

One of the men wearing white sneakers yelled, “The bitch threw up on my sneakers.” Then he grabbed her long curly hair in his fist and jerked her head back and around to face him.

“What are you doing here alone?” The other man tall and with a gruff voice grabbed her and placed a large hand over her mouth to keep her from screaming.

The shorter one still angry about his sneakers looked around searching for her friends and said, “Bring her to the basement.” When Hannah heard this, she knew that she was in serious trouble. Hannah gave out a muffled scream hoping someone going into the bar would hear her, but it was a quiet sound that had to compete with the noise of taxi horns, and music by Sam Smith playing in someone’s apartment or the bar she didn’t know which.

“No one will hear you, bitch,” the short bald man said. Hannah tried to dig in her heels to keep from being taken. Her father had warned her against going willingly with an abductor. “Put up a fight,” he said. “You know what will happen if someone gets you alone. You won’t have a chance. And for God’s sake stay off dark streets at night.” She remembered his words during her struggle but it was too late.

The tall blond guy drugged her along as if she was a rag doll, but she was doing her best to drag her feet, scratch, and bite and fight while the other guy was watching out for anyone who came looking for her.

Where was Justin when she needed him, and why was she so stupid as to tell him that she didn’t want his help?

As the two men managed to get her to the basement steps, she looked down at the open door. She had to do something before they got her behind that steel door. She opened her mouth wide and brought down her teeth on the soft skin between his thumb and finger. She bit him hard where he let her go and Hannah began screaming for help.

“That cunt bit me. I’ll probably need a tetanus shot. I’m bleeding,” the tall blond squealed.

When Hannah tried to run past the blond as she tried screaming over the sound of loud music and laughter from the bar, the short one still angry about his sneakers, came running and hit her with his fist and then back hand. Hannah crumpled and fell backwards on an old soiled mattress.

“You didn’t kill her did you?” He bent and placed his hand under her neck to check her pulse.

He stood looking at his friend. “She’s not dead. Let’s get her up and into the basement.

“We could fuck her here, and leave her body in that trash once we finish,” the short one said as they stood over her trying to decide what to do, “they won’t find her for months, maybe years buried under all that garbage in New Jersey.”

 

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“What if I take her with me, and you two go back to what it is you were doing before you saw her?” The voice hard with a high degree of coldness. A hardness that neither one had heard on the streets of New York. It was low and yet loud because of the deep timber in his voice. There was a threatening edge to it. Yet the two men thought nothing of it. They were predators of the worse kind and they didn’t scare easy.

“She’s ours. We saw her first,” the tall blond said.

“I think you may have misunderstood me. I wasn’t asking for your permission,” the tall stranger stood six feet and he wore a black shirt, black pants, and a black duster over it. He had a day old growth of a dark beard on his face. His hair dark and full.

“Who are you? Do you think you’re some kind of super hero where you can take a bullet? The tall man the height of the stranger pulled from his pocket a chrome plated twenty-five and the short man a thirty-eight short barreled pistol and pointed it at the stranger.”

“I’m your ultimate nightmare,” the stranger said with a closed smile.

“My nightmares come at night, in my bed,” the tall man said as he laughed loud turning to his friend and his friend laughing along with him.

“I am the night,” the stranger said. “The first night, and the last night you will ever see.” He stepped closer to the tall guy as his eyes changed color. “I don’t want you to miss. Is this close enough?” The men weren’t convinced yet. So they stood there with stupid grins on their faces.

A bullet rang out at close range and nothing happened to the stranger. On seeing this the short one took off down the alley and up a fire escape. Scurrying inside their seedy apartment, the window fell down with a bang. The tall one looked back watching at his friend, unable to move. When he turned to the stranger, he saw him wrap his one hand around his throat.

He watched as the stranger’s two large incisors slid down pass his lips and he watched as the stranger leaned and plunged his teeth into his neck unable to move. He felt his life drain from his body.

With his legs flaying and arms waving about and then going limp, he looked like a rag doll. His clothes falling from his shrunken body. A mere skeleton laying in the stranger’s hand. All skull and large eyes looking back at the stranger. The stranger waved his hand and the garbage bin opened and he tossed the body inside and waved his hand and it closed.

The stranger looked down at Hannah lying on the soiled mattress.

The stranger stood over Hannah and reached for her. She still hadn’t gain consciousness. He passed two fingers over her mouth to wipe her mouth of the man’s blood. Bringing it to his lips he sucked his finger of the blood.

Looking down at her he thought how beautiful she was cradled in his arms and still she wasn’t cognizant of where she was and who was carrying her.

The stranger leaned into to her placing a strain of her reddish hair to the side, watching at her rosy mouth. He smelled her scent and became overwhelmed. It was her time of the month. He knew he shouldn’t be around her because she was so tempting and aroused him like never before.

He had no will around this female. She was too beautiful and too alluring and would only be a distraction and the death of him sooner or later. But he needed to make sure she was ok before he released her.

He needed to savor her smell one last time, feel her warm skin, look into her youthful life-filled eyes before he could say goodbye.

As if he willed her to look at him, her eyelids opened and her green eyes stared up at him. He paused and looked at her. She was in his arms leaning her head against his chest. It had been many years and he couldn’t remember when or if he ever felt this feeling for a human female. Maybe never until today.

It was a longing to be loved and to return that love. It was a longing to feel himself inside a warm body. Not any woman’s body, her body.

Before he reached the sidewalk he said to her, “Do you remember anything?” His voice soft, soothing, and non-threatening.” Hannah could see him in the faint window lights coming from the apartments and the sign from the bar. She stared at him unable to speak. His face magnificently handsome and pale with chiseled features and high cheekbones. His lips full over even teeth.

If she could wish for a man it would have been him. She could dream about him now. Her knight saved her. The man of her dreams who now would be only in her dreams.

Mesmerized at his gaze, her eyes followed up and she focused on his eyes. They were the bluest she had ever seen. Icy radiance, her first thought only had she seen that color once in new snow. His eyes glowed as he moved through the seamless darkness of the alley carrying Hannah.

For some reason she wasn’t afraid of him. She should have been, but because of what she remembered about the two men trying to rape her and kill her, she felt safe in the stranger’s arms. So safe that she didn’t want to leave him.

His presence affected her in ways she couldn’t comprehend. She felt the power and charm he emitted. The power his body possessed over hers. To fight his power she knew she had to resist because she wanted to go with him and she didn’t care where it was.

But where was she going with him, and where was he taking her?

Was she safe because she was still alive and hadn’t been molested? “Please put me down. I can stand,” she said with a tone of gratitude and strength. The stranger placed her on her feet. He raised his head as if taking in a breath. He was remembering how she smelled in his arms and how he would have to pull himself away from her before he forgot who he was and why he was out walking.

The stranger turned quickly sensing an approaching male.

Then Hannah heard Justin calling her name, “Hannah, where are you?” Hannah rushed in the direction of his voice emerging from the alley, she turned around to thank the stranger. He was gone. She looked up. He couldn’t have vanished into the buildings. He wasn’t dressed like he belonged in that neighbor. The feel of his clothing, fine cloth, and expensive.

She stared into the darkness not believing her eyes. The alley behind her a dead end. “I’m here,” she shouted when Justin didn’t see her. He walked closer to the edge of the building and then peeped around it to see her eyes large with fright.

“What are you doing in that alley?”

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Excerpt from Star Splitter Book 2

When she stopped struggling the craft dropped her inside a compound and took off. This was a prison of some kind. A prison with women. They walked around in a daze but one thing she noticed, they were all dressed in beautiful attire, and they were her age or younger. None were teenagers and none were in their thirties.

 

They were beautiful young women. And the second thing she noticed. They were like her, well almost like her. They were the first androids built to look like humans.

As Jessie stood watching at them, a group of soldiers rushed in her direction and subdued her with electrical prods and short circuited her program.

When she woke she was in an office sitting in a large wingback chair. She heard the shuffling of feet and a door opening and closing and then the opening of the door to the sparse office where the window overlooked the courtyard of what she thought was a prison.

“You’re Jessie, am I right?” The thin faced, deep set eyes, nervous male said standing before her leaning on the desk and stooping to look her in the eyes. “You aren’t like the old models here. You are more human than a human female. I never thought I would come across one like you.”

“That’s because I’m the only one like me,” Jessie said in an arrogant tone.”

“You have all the mannerism and sharp tongue of a human female. You are priceless. I will get a lot of gold for you. Do you understand me?” He stood in front of her. If you want to remain in your state of conscientiousness you will have to hold your tongue.”

Jessie glared at him. She didn’t know how to control that part of her brain. She didn’t know how to be obedient and do what the man had said hold your tongue. She held her tongue and just glared at him with her unusual blue eyes.

“But of course you do. Don’t be frightened.” It wasn’t fear that the man saw in her eyes but loathing. “Your previous owner died shortly after he discovered that you had run away. I guess the old man’s heart couldn’t stand the disappointment.”

“Why are you holding me against my will?” Jessie felt compelled to say.

“Because you have no will. You are what I say you are, and you are now a possession of the corporation of this planet. The rich men on this planet pay me to bring them the best A. I. females in the universe. Ones that will obey their every command and ones that will provide whatever sex they subscribe to. Any and everything,” he emphasized with a widening of his grey eyes.

The man stood in front of Jessie. “You are not unusual here but you are one of a kind. All the women you see here are humanoids. They are the only women who could survive on this planet and I’ve been collecting them for twenty years. This is the first time I’ve met one like you.”

The man walked away from Jessie and sat behind his desk. Rubbed his chin as he studied her.

“I will not cooperate with whatever you have in mind. I will break out of here the first chance I get and you won’t be able to stop me.”

“I know you have that in mind. They all thought they could. But with a little configuration of your circuits, you will be like a puppy wearing an electrical leash and I will be your master. When you misbehave, I will… never mind.” And he shot her a sly smile.

He rose from behind his desk and pushed a button and two soldiers in dark brown fatigues walked up to her and took both her arms. She let them take her to the door.

Then she wrapped her hands around their wrist and with a snap of her hands she whipped them around facing each other and with a quick flick of her hands she brought their heads together. The crash of bones breaking made a sickening dull sound. She had shattered their skulls and they dropped in front of her.

It took the man a few seconds to understand what had happened. He stood with his mouth opened looking down at the two soldiers.

“You can’t get out of here. I can afford to lose men. Can you afford to give up your existence? Once I cut off the circuit to your computer, your life’s battery will die and there will be no more you. All I have to do is call in twelve men to hold you down. I don’t think you can fight off twelve men. Correct me if I’m wrong.” He smiled a wide smile. He knew Jessie’s limitations if she didn’t.

She had grown tired of hearing how she could die. She didn’t want to die because Dorian’s ship, the Star Splitter, would cease to exist and would destroy all on it if it wasn’t docked on a planet. And what about Max?

She had fallen in love with Max. She shouldn’t have but the desire to see him grew more each day that she was away from him. Filled with pain at the thought of him unable to find her, and she may never see him again, caused her to weaken with anxiety and dread.

She knew there was a possibility that she would never see Dorian again, but Max was there to love her and make her feel like a woman and that’s all she wanted was to be loved again. She cursed the scientist for giving her these feelings. But it was because of the feelings that her senses were acute and came alive. And she thought it better to laugh or cry, love and die, than to be forever a robot heartless and cold.

To the warden’s surprise Jessie said, “I won’t resist.”

“Good,” he said stepping over his dead men with crushed skulls where their brains were visible. “I’ll give you a week to rest and prepare to meet your new owner.” The man walked to the door, opened it and called in the men outside and they walked in and stared down at the two men.

“Why are you staring at them? They’re dead. Do you want to end up like them, then get them out of my sight,” he said. “I’ll take you Jessie and show you your room.” He opened the door for Jessie and she walked weary alongside of her jailer. “I want to make sure you don’t leave here without me knowing. I’ll keep you close to me. You will be living in my wing,” he looked at her, “close to me.” He unlocked the door. Jessie turned to glance at him. “I don’t want you dealing with those robots. I may want to test you before I sell you to this thing from Ovid.”

“What kind of test?” She asked. He shot her a wicked smile. His beady eyes lit up but he never answered her.

Jessie felt better now. She knew Ovid was the planet she needed to get to where she could meet up with Dorian and that peeked her curiosity. But why would he call an Alien a thing. That didn’t sound good to even a humanoid, let alone a robot.

Whatever the nervous sweaty jailer thought he would do to Jessie, wasn’t going to happen. She would rather he disconnected her than endure the touch of a slimy greedy man like him.

He pointed to a large chest as she stood around waiting for him to leave. “You’ll find all you need in there. The girls in here are special and therefore command a high price. I have to make sure the standards are kept. We get humans and Aliens from all over the galaxy looking for something that’s not a human but just human enough to satisfy their pleasures.”

She sat near the window and looked out at the courtyard. “I know what you’re thinking and you won’t get as far as the gate. It’s one hundred miles to the nearest outpost. You ran out of gas in this heat and you had only traveled twenty-five miles.”

He stood with his back to the door shifting the remote to both hands which opens and closes the door to her room.

“I’ve had a long day. Can I have some down town?” Jessie said. He laughed.

“You even talk like a woman. You probably believe you are one. Oh well, to each his own. If you believe you’re a woman, then that will make the client more than happy to have someone like you. I bet you even get headaches.” Another loud laugh as the squirrelly thin man left the room.

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