Day Reaper
Night Blood
Book Four
Melody Johnson
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Kensington/ Lyrical Press
Date of Publication: April, 2018
Number of pages: 414
Word Count: 116, 525
Tagline: A dangerous choice for the chance to live.
Book Description:
On the brink of death, Cassidy DiRocco demands that New York City’s master of the supernatural, Dominic Lysander, transform her—reporter, Night Blood, sister, human—into the very creature she’s feared and fought against for months: a vampire. The pain is brutal, she'll risk the career she’s worked so hard to achieve, and her world will never be the same. But surviving is worth any risk, especially when it means gaining the strength to fight against Jillian Allister, the sister who betrayed Dominic, attacked Cassidy, and is leading a vampire uprising that will destroy all of New York City. . .
When she awakens, however, Cassidy realizes the cost of being transformed might be more than she was willing to sacrifice. The overwhelming senses, the foreign appearance of her new body, and the lethal craving for blood are unrecognizable and unacceptable. But if Cassidy hopes to right the irrevocable wrongs that Jillian and her army of the Damned have wrought on New York City, she’ll need to not only accept her new senses, body and cravings, but wield them in her favor.
Irresistible and enigmatic as Dominic is, he no longer has command over the city or its vampires. Only Cassidy has the connections to convince the humans, Day Reapers, and the few vampires still loyal to Dominic to join forces, and maybe, if Dominic can accept her rising power over the coven he once commanded for the past several hundred years, the two of them together might forge a bond more potent than history has ever known. . .
Excerpt:
A bird was squawking,
and after several minutes of attempting to ignore its repetitive, shrill,
bleating, I came to grips with the fact that it didn’t seem inclined to stop on
its own. I snapped open my eyes, prepared to reach out the window and stop it
myself, with my bare hands if necessary—I’d never heard such an obnoxious bird
in my life, not in the city, not on the west coast, not even on my one
excursion to visit Walker upstate—and froze. There was no window. And if the
vents Bex used to filter fresh air into her underground coven were any
indication, there was no bird. Despite the similarity of the vents to Bex’s
coven, however, I didn’t recognize the room as the inviting, well-decorated
step-back in time that Bex had created, either: no extra furniture for lounging,
no scented candles, no Gerbera daisies, and no kerosene lamps pulsing in a
hypnotic, romantic beat.
and after several minutes of attempting to ignore its repetitive, shrill,
bleating, I came to grips with the fact that it didn’t seem inclined to stop on
its own. I snapped open my eyes, prepared to reach out the window and stop it
myself, with my bare hands if necessary—I’d never heard such an obnoxious bird
in my life, not in the city, not on the west coast, not even on my one
excursion to visit Walker upstate—and froze. There was no window. And if the
vents Bex used to filter fresh air into her underground coven were any
indication, there was no bird. Despite the similarity of the vents to Bex’s
coven, however, I didn’t recognize the room as the inviting, well-decorated
step-back in time that Bex had created, either: no extra furniture for lounging,
no scented candles, no Gerbera daisies, and no kerosene lamps pulsing in a
hypnotic, romantic beat.
This room
contained only sparse necessities: vents for underground air filtration, a bare
bulb for light, a door for privacy, and of course, a bed. I was in a strange
room in a stranger’s bed, its dimensions and décor familiar only by its
unfamiliarity, and suddenly, the last moments of my memory smashed into my
brain like a semi.
contained only sparse necessities: vents for underground air filtration, a bare
bulb for light, a door for privacy, and of course, a bed. I was in a strange
room in a stranger’s bed, its dimensions and décor familiar only by its
unfamiliarity, and suddenly, the last moments of my memory smashed into my
brain like a semi.
Jillian tearing out my throat.
Dominic healing me. The blood and burning. The transformation.
Dominic healing me. The blood and burning. The transformation.
Someone was
speaking in the room outside this bedroom’s door, and despite the distance, the
scarred door, the cement wall, and my disorientation, I could hear every word
being said, and I recognized the voice speaking: Ronnie Carmichael.
speaking in the room outside this bedroom’s door, and despite the distance, the
scarred door, the cement wall, and my disorientation, I could hear every word
being said, and I recognized the voice speaking: Ronnie Carmichael.
“Lysander said
he would. There’s no reason to think he won’t, so I don’t think—”
he would. There’s no reason to think he won’t, so I don’t think—”
And following
Ronnie’s voice was the squawking of that damn bird.
Ronnie’s voice was the squawking of that damn bird.
“Exactly. You
don’t think,” Jeremy snapped.
don’t think,” Jeremy snapped.
“Lysander said
that he would try,” Keagan said patiently, his voice nearly drowned out by the
bleat of that insufferable bird. “His priority is Cassidy and our safety. He
won’t take unnecessary risks, like remaining above ground, away from Cassidy
longer than absolutely necessary.”
that he would try,” Keagan said patiently, his voice nearly drowned out by the
bleat of that insufferable bird. “His priority is Cassidy and our safety. He
won’t take unnecessary risks, like remaining above ground, away from Cassidy
longer than absolutely necessary.”
“Yes, he said he would try,” Ronnie insisted,
but her voice was faint now. “Lysander doesn’t say anything lightly.”
but her voice was faint now. “Lysander doesn’t say anything lightly.”
The bird
squawked even louder, in time with Jeremy’s audible groan, triggering a memory
of Ronnie’s little girl voice and something she had confided in me: I never
even knew he thought of my voice as grating. I never knew someone’s annoyance
had a sound let alone that it sounded like a squawking bird.
squawked even louder, in time with Jeremy’s audible groan, triggering a memory
of Ronnie’s little girl voice and something she had confided in me: I never
even knew he thought of my voice as grating. I never knew someone’s annoyance
had a sound let alone that it sounded like a squawking bird.
I was right
about the bird not being underground, but unlike anything I’d ever heard, the
sound wasn’t a bird at all. The squawking was the sound of Keagan’s annoyance
at the grate of Ronnie’s whining voice. Unlike Jeremy, Keagan was too
well-mannered to audibly express his frustration with Ronnie, but among other
vampires, he could no longer hide his true feelings. His unspoken annoyance had
a sound—as loud, obnoxious and obvious as Jeremy’s audible hostility—and Ronnie
could no doubt hear it, too, despite the calm, reasonable tone of his words.
about the bird not being underground, but unlike anything I’d ever heard, the
sound wasn’t a bird at all. The squawking was the sound of Keagan’s annoyance
at the grate of Ronnie’s whining voice. Unlike Jeremy, Keagan was too
well-mannered to audibly express his frustration with Ronnie, but among other
vampires, he could no longer hide his true feelings. His unspoken annoyance had
a sound—as loud, obnoxious and obvious as Jeremy’s audible hostility—and Ronnie
could no doubt hear it, too, despite the calm, reasonable tone of his words.
I could hear it.
I could hear the
sound of Keagan’s annoyance.
sound of Keagan’s annoyance.
The weight of
the sheets covering my body was suddenly suffocating. I raised my hand to tear
them from my body, but someone else’s hand whipped into the air. I gasped at
the skeleton-skinny joints of each finger, the knobby protrusion of its wrist
and the elongated talons sprouting from each fingertip instead of nails. I
ducked under the hand, trying to avoid its attack and swallow the scream that
tore up my throat, but the hand moved with me, moving with my intensions,
attached to my body. I froze again, for the second time in as many seconds, and
raised the hand in front of my face. It looked lethal. With one wrong move, it
could eviscerate me. As I ticked each finger, the long talons swept the air as
I counted—one, two, three, four, five—and each moved on my command. Like the
inevitability of a pending dawn with the rising sun, I realized that the hand
was mine. Fear of that hand turned to horror and then to a kind of giddy
resignation. Hysteria, more likely.
the sheets covering my body was suddenly suffocating. I raised my hand to tear
them from my body, but someone else’s hand whipped into the air. I gasped at
the skeleton-skinny joints of each finger, the knobby protrusion of its wrist
and the elongated talons sprouting from each fingertip instead of nails. I
ducked under the hand, trying to avoid its attack and swallow the scream that
tore up my throat, but the hand moved with me, moving with my intensions,
attached to my body. I froze again, for the second time in as many seconds, and
raised the hand in front of my face. It looked lethal. With one wrong move, it
could eviscerate me. As I ticked each finger, the long talons swept the air as
I counted—one, two, three, four, five—and each moved on my command. Like the
inevitability of a pending dawn with the rising sun, I realized that the hand
was mine. Fear of that hand turned to horror and then to a kind of giddy
resignation. Hysteria, more likely.
I had ducked
against the attack of my own hand.
against the attack of my own hand.
A swift peal of
laughter burst from my mouth.
laughter burst from my mouth.
I stopped laughing just as abruptly.
Even my voice was different: guttural and sharp, like shards of glass scraping
against asphalt.
Even my voice was different: guttural and sharp, like shards of glass scraping
against asphalt.
The voices outside my door and the
squawking bird had abruptly stopped, too, and in the sudden silence following
my outburst, an uncomfortable, aching vise circled my chest. The pain wasn’t
physical, but its presence triggered a dull burn in the back of my throat. I
had the immediate urge to destroy everything, to pound the cement walls into crumbs
with my fists and tear the sheets into ribbons with my nails—my talons—and
fight my way free from this prison. I held myself motionless, resisting the
urge, and I realized with a belated sort of curiosity that the aching vise was
panic. Without a beating heart to pound and without a circulatory system to
hyperventilate, I hadn’t recognized the emotion without its physical symptoms,
but even so, it felt the same in one way. It felt horrible.
squawking bird had abruptly stopped, too, and in the sudden silence following
my outburst, an uncomfortable, aching vise circled my chest. The pain wasn’t
physical, but its presence triggered a dull burn in the back of my throat. I
had the immediate urge to destroy everything, to pound the cement walls into crumbs
with my fists and tear the sheets into ribbons with my nails—my talons—and
fight my way free from this prison. I held myself motionless, resisting the
urge, and I realized with a belated sort of curiosity that the aching vise was
panic. Without a beating heart to pound and without a circulatory system to
hyperventilate, I hadn’t recognized the emotion without its physical symptoms,
but even so, it felt the same in one way. It felt horrible.
I took a deep breath to dispel the
panic, purely from habit, but the action wasn’t calming. My heart that wasn’t
pounding didn’t slow, and I couldn’t catch a breath that I hadn’t lost. The
vise around my chest tightened. I squeezed my hands into fists, trembling from
the force of my will to remain still and silent. Something sharp pierced my
hands, and I gasped, the raging panic stuttering until I looked down at my
bleeding fists. My talons were imbedded in my own palms.
panic, purely from habit, but the action wasn’t calming. My heart that wasn’t
pounding didn’t slow, and I couldn’t catch a breath that I hadn’t lost. The
vise around my chest tightened. I squeezed my hands into fists, trembling from
the force of my will to remain still and silent. Something sharp pierced my
hands, and I gasped, the raging panic stuttering until I looked down at my
bleeding fists. My talons were imbedded in my own palms.
A door slammed somewhere outside
this room, further away than the voices directly behind the door, but I didn’t
hear it slam with my ears. I felt it slam from its flat slap against my skin.
Never mind that the door wasn’t near enough for me to see, nor in this room,
nor the impossibility that I could feel its sound waves, my entire body felt
its sting as if I’d been smacked from all sides.
this room, further away than the voices directly behind the door, but I didn’t
hear it slam with my ears. I felt it slam from its flat slap against my skin.
Never mind that the door wasn’t near enough for me to see, nor in this room,
nor the impossibility that I could feel its sound waves, my entire body felt
its sting as if I’d been smacked from all sides.
“Why are you just staring?” Despite
the impatience and aggravation in those words, hearing his voice made the
aching around my chest both loosen and worsen.
the impatience and aggravation in those words, hearing his voice made the
aching around my chest both loosen and worsen.
The clip of his tread across the
cement floor stung like the warning barbs of a wasp. I knew the physical pain
on my skin was only the tactile manifestation of sounds— first, the door slam,
and now, his walking—but that didn’t change the fact that the sounds really did
hurt my skin. I tried to rub away the lingering sting and realized my hands
were still fisted, my talons still imbedded in my palms, so I just sat on the
bed, motionless and bleeding, like someone trapped without an EpiPen, waiting
for the inevitable swelling, choking and death: trapped within a body that had
betrayed me.
cement floor stung like the warning barbs of a wasp. I knew the physical pain
on my skin was only the tactile manifestation of sounds— first, the door slam,
and now, his walking—but that didn’t change the fact that the sounds really did
hurt my skin. I tried to rub away the lingering sting and realized my hands
were still fisted, my talons still imbedded in my palms, so I just sat on the
bed, motionless and bleeding, like someone trapped without an EpiPen, waiting
for the inevitable swelling, choking and death: trapped within a body that had
betrayed me.
“Did you have time to—” Ronnie
began, but her voice was too small and too fragile not to crumble under the
weight of his will.
began, but her voice was too small and too fragile not to crumble under the
weight of his will.
“You heard her waken,” he accused.
“Don’t you smell the blood?”
“Don’t you smell the blood?”
I could actually taste the pungent,
freshly sliced, onion musk of their silence.
freshly sliced, onion musk of their silence.
The door swung open, and suddenly,
inevitably, Dominic entered the room. He didn’t need permission to cross my
threshold, not anymore, and he didn’t bother with the perfunctory acts of
knocking or requesting my consent to enter. He simply strode inside and slammed
the door behind him with a final, fatal bee sting.
inevitably, Dominic entered the room. He didn’t need permission to cross my
threshold, not anymore, and he didn’t bother with the perfunctory acts of
knocking or requesting my consent to enter. He simply strode inside and slammed
the door behind him with a final, fatal bee sting.
He’d recently fed. I could tell, as
I’d always been able to tell, by the bloom of health on his cheeks, his strong,
sculpted figure, and the careful calm of his countenance, but my heightened
senses could now also smell the lingering spice of blood on his breath and hear
the crackle of it nourishing his muscles. From the top of his carefully tousled
black hair to the soles of his wing-tipped, dress shoes, Dominic was insatiably
sexy, but his physique was an illusion of his last meal. I knew his true form.
Upon waking, before feeding, he appeared more monster than man. Although not
many people look their best in the morning, Dominic by far looked his worst.
I’d always been able to tell, by the bloom of health on his cheeks, his strong,
sculpted figure, and the careful calm of his countenance, but my heightened
senses could now also smell the lingering spice of blood on his breath and hear
the crackle of it nourishing his muscles. From the top of his carefully tousled
black hair to the soles of his wing-tipped, dress shoes, Dominic was insatiably
sexy, but his physique was an illusion of his last meal. I knew his true form.
Upon waking, before feeding, he appeared more monster than man. Although not
many people look their best in the morning, Dominic by far looked his worst.
The way I looked now.
That thought made my fists tighten,
embedding my talons deeper into my own flesh.
embedding my talons deeper into my own flesh.
Despite his
grievance with Ronnie, Keagan, and Jeremy for their inaction, he too just
stared, immobile after entering the room, but his gaze absorbed everything. I
felt the slash of his eyes slice across my face, down my body, and eventually,
settle with dark finality on my fisted palms.
grievance with Ronnie, Keagan, and Jeremy for their inaction, he too just
stared, immobile after entering the room, but his gaze absorbed everything. I
felt the slash of his eyes slice across my face, down my body, and eventually,
settle with dark finality on my fisted palms.
He didn’t move,
and that I could tell by the stillness of his throat, he didn’t make a sound,
but despite his still, silent stare, I heard the unmistakable rush of wind.
There were no windows underground, and in the stagnant stillness of the
room—the tension between our bodies like an electric current stretching to
complete its circuit—no relief from the heat of his presence. The sound wasn’t
wind, it only sounded like wind, but whatever it was the sound of, it was
emanating from the only other person in the room.
and that I could tell by the stillness of his throat, he didn’t make a sound,
but despite his still, silent stare, I heard the unmistakable rush of wind.
There were no windows underground, and in the stagnant stillness of the
room—the tension between our bodies like an electric current stretching to
complete its circuit—no relief from the heat of his presence. The sound wasn’t
wind, it only sounded like wind, but whatever it was the sound of, it was
emanating from the only other person in the room.
I blinked and
Dominic was suddenly, but no longer impossibly, beside the bed. His movements were
just as inhumanly fast as ever, but with my enhanced vision, I could track his
movement, see his grace and fluidity. I heard the slide of air molecules
parting for him, felt the electric snap of his muscles flexing, and smelled an
emotion he wouldn’t allow me to interpret on his carefully neutral expression.
Whatever he was feeling was spiced, sweet, strong, and dangerous with overuse,
like ginger.
Dominic was suddenly, but no longer impossibly, beside the bed. His movements were
just as inhumanly fast as ever, but with my enhanced vision, I could track his
movement, see his grace and fluidity. I heard the slide of air molecules
parting for him, felt the electric snap of his muscles flexing, and smelled an
emotion he wouldn’t allow me to interpret on his carefully neutral expression.
Whatever he was feeling was spiced, sweet, strong, and dangerous with overuse,
like ginger.
He reached out and carefully wrapped
his palms around mine to cup my fists. His voice was steady when he spoke, but
I knew better. The rush of wind emanating from him heightened, the smell of
ginger became chokingly poignant, and his heart that didn’t need to beat to
keep him alive, contracted just once. I could both hear the swoosh of his blood
being pumped through each chamber and taste the silky spice of that sound.
his palms around mine to cup my fists. His voice was steady when he spoke, but
I knew better. The rush of wind emanating from him heightened, the smell of
ginger became chokingly poignant, and his heart that didn’t need to beat to
keep him alive, contracted just once. I could both hear the swoosh of his blood
being pumped through each chamber and taste the silky spice of that sound.
My hands were
injured yet his trembled.
injured yet his trembled.
“Relax,” Dominic murmured. “I’m
here. I should have been here when you first awakened, but I’m here now.”
here. I should have been here when you first awakened, but I’m here now.”
I blinked at him. With him here,
everything was somehow simultaneous better and horribly worse.
everything was somehow simultaneous better and horribly worse.
“Mirror,” I growled. I tried to form
a complete sentence, to demand, Get me a mirror, so I can see the horror of a
face that matches these hands! but my throat was too dry. Even that one word
rattled from my vocal cords like flint scraping across steel, and the resulting
sparks flamed the back of my throat. I sounded dangerous and angry and
monstrous. If I had stumbled upon me in an alley, I would have run.
a complete sentence, to demand, Get me a mirror, so I can see the horror of a
face that matches these hands! but my throat was too dry. Even that one word
rattled from my vocal cords like flint scraping across steel, and the resulting
sparks flamed the back of my throat. I sounded dangerous and angry and
monstrous. If I had stumbled upon me in an alley, I would have run.
Then again, I’d stumbled upon
Dominic in an alley, and look how that had played out.
Dominic in an alley, and look how that had played out.
Whether Dominic saw my anger or
thought me a dangerous monster now wasn’t revealed by his carefully masked
countenance. He stroked the back of my hand with the soft pad of his
human-feeling thumb. “You need to calm down.”
thought me a dangerous monster now wasn’t revealed by his carefully masked
countenance. He stroked the back of my hand with the soft pad of his
human-feeling thumb. “You need to calm down.”
Calm down? I thought. I jerked my
hands free from his gentle hold and shook my fists between us, in front of his
face. All things considered, this is calm!
hands free from his gentle hold and shook my fists between us, in front of his
face. All things considered, this is calm!
Dominic sighed. “I can’t see your
claws from inside your palms, but did you happen to notice their color before
stabbing yourself with them?”
claws from inside your palms, but did you happen to notice their color before
stabbing yourself with them?”
I frowned. I had claws, for Christ
sake. Claws. No, I didn’t take note of their color.
sake. Claws. No, I didn’t take note of their color.
“I’ll take that as a no,” he said,
still gentle, still careful, and so fucking infuriating.
still gentle, still careful, and so fucking infuriating.
A comforting flood of hot anger
blast-dried my shock and sorrow. I spread my fingers, tearing said claws from
my palms and ripping wide my self inflicted wounds, but I didn’t take the time
to note their color. I swiped at Dominic.
blast-dried my shock and sorrow. I spread my fingers, tearing said claws from
my palms and ripping wide my self inflicted wounds, but I didn’t take the time
to note their color. I swiped at Dominic.
My movements were lightning.
Dominic’s movements were just as fast; he leapt back, dodging my claws. I
lunged off the bed after him. A familiar sound rattled from deep inside my
chest, a sound I’d heard emanate from Ronnie, Jillian, Kaden, and Dominic, a
sound that coming from them had raised the fine hairs on the back of my neck.
Now, that sound came from my throat. I was growling.
Dominic’s movements were just as fast; he leapt back, dodging my claws. I
lunged off the bed after him. A familiar sound rattled from deep inside my
chest, a sound I’d heard emanate from Ronnie, Jillian, Kaden, and Dominic, a
sound that coming from them had raised the fine hairs on the back of my neck.
Now, that sound came from my throat. I was growling.
Dominic summersaulted out of reach.
I watched his movements, fascinated by the strength of his muscles as he leapt
into the air, his coordination as his legs tucked and his arms caught his
knees, and his athleticism as he stuck the landing and raised his hands to
block my advance. He was the epitome of power and grace under pressure, and
with the enhanced ability of my heightened senses, I could actually see it. He
wasn’t just a blur of movement but a perfectly choreographed symphony of
muscle, control, and honed skill. I watched, and unlike the jaw-dropping awe of
impossibility that Dominic’s physical feats would normally inspire in me, I was
just inspired.
I watched his movements, fascinated by the strength of his muscles as he leapt
into the air, his coordination as his legs tucked and his arms caught his
knees, and his athleticism as he stuck the landing and raised his hands to
block my advance. He was the epitome of power and grace under pressure, and
with the enhanced ability of my heightened senses, I could actually see it. He
wasn’t just a blur of movement but a perfectly choreographed symphony of
muscle, control, and honed skill. I watched, and unlike the jaw-dropping awe of
impossibility that Dominic’s physical feats would normally inspire in me, I was
just inspired.
I attempted to mimic Dominic’s
movements with a matching forward summersault of my own, but instead of landing
on my feet, like I’d intended, like Dominic had stuck so effortlessly, I landed
in an awkward, bone-jarring, heap, flat on my back.
movements with a matching forward summersault of my own, but instead of landing
on my feet, like I’d intended, like Dominic had stuck so effortlessly, I landed
in an awkward, bone-jarring, heap, flat on my back.
Dominic leaned over me, his mouth
opened with concern, surely about to ask me if I was all right. My pride was
more injured than my body, and the hot embarrassment fueled my anger, as every
strong emotion could fuel my easily provoked temper. Taking advantage of his
concern and close proximity, I raked my claws down the front of his shirt.
opened with concern, surely about to ask me if I was all right. My pride was
more injured than my body, and the hot embarrassment fueled my anger, as every
strong emotion could fuel my easily provoked temper. Taking advantage of his
concern and close proximity, I raked my claws down the front of his shirt.
Buttons severed from their threads,
but before the pops of their little plastic heads hit the floor, Dominic was
airborne again, back flipping away from me before my claws could do any real
damage. I lunged after his leaps and twists and rolls, milliseconds behind his
acrobatics, but even without the advantage of his fancy gymnastics, my body’s
newfound abilities were astonishing. Each muscle contraction burned beneath my
skin, but not like human muscles burning with fatigue. Mine sparked to life,
twitching with power and reveling in unleashed speed and strength.
but before the pops of their little plastic heads hit the floor, Dominic was
airborne again, back flipping away from me before my claws could do any real
damage. I lunged after his leaps and twists and rolls, milliseconds behind his
acrobatics, but even without the advantage of his fancy gymnastics, my body’s
newfound abilities were astonishing. Each muscle contraction burned beneath my
skin, but not like human muscles burning with fatigue. Mine sparked to life,
twitching with power and reveling in unleashed speed and strength.
I’d never been
particularly athletic; my entire life, even before being shot in the hip, my
skills were better served in an intellectual capacity—interviewing witnesses
and writing articles. After being shot, my physical abilities had shriveled to
the point where I could barely walk. Now, I could not only walk, I had the
potential to fly. I was a force in both body and mind, and the limitlessness of
those abilities after being physically limited for so long was intoxicating.
particularly athletic; my entire life, even before being shot in the hip, my
skills were better served in an intellectual capacity—interviewing witnesses
and writing articles. After being shot, my physical abilities had shriveled to
the point where I could barely walk. Now, I could not only walk, I had the
potential to fly. I was a force in both body and mind, and the limitlessness of
those abilities after being physically limited for so long was intoxicating.
Time suspended. Our battle raged in
the timespan of a blink, but within that blink, we fought and danced and
completely trashed the little utilitarian room in what felt like years—a
lifetime of limitations revealed and obliterated with every movement and newly
discovered capability. Our movements were lighting, the evidence of our
devastation scattered across the room—Dominic’s torn clothing, upended and
smashed furniture, pillows gutted and their insides fluffed over the rumpled
comforter and upended mattress—the cause unseen.
the timespan of a blink, but within that blink, we fought and danced and
completely trashed the little utilitarian room in what felt like years—a
lifetime of limitations revealed and obliterated with every movement and newly
discovered capability. Our movements were lighting, the evidence of our
devastation scattered across the room—Dominic’s torn clothing, upended and
smashed furniture, pillows gutted and their insides fluffed over the rumpled
comforter and upended mattress—the cause unseen.
I made a move of
my own instead of following Dominic, cutting him mid-leap and smashing him
face-down into the box spring. He was vulnerable for the split of a
millisecond, me at his back, my razor claws splayed across his shoulder blades,
his neck bared as he craned to look over his shoulder at me, and I had him. If
I chose to, with a swipe of my hand, I could sever his head from his body. My claws
were sharp, his skin was soft, and unlike any other physical battle I’d waged
in my life, I had the advantage.
my own instead of following Dominic, cutting him mid-leap and smashing him
face-down into the box spring. He was vulnerable for the split of a
millisecond, me at his back, my razor claws splayed across his shoulder blades,
his neck bared as he craned to look over his shoulder at me, and I had him. If
I chose to, with a swipe of my hand, I could sever his head from his body. My claws
were sharp, his skin was soft, and unlike any other physical battle I’d waged
in my life, I had the advantage.
My body’s speed and strength were
new to me, but the feelings of rage and intoxicating addiction were not. I knew
those emotions intimately; they had been the very core of my personality and
shaped a person who, despite my former physical limitations, had unbeatable
mental strength, evidenced by my winning battle against Percocet addition and
an ability to entrance vampires as a night blood. Memories of addiction and the
bone-deep reasons I’d fought to overcome it, kept me grounded when I would have
taken advantage of Dominic’s weakness. I nearly let the strength and power
overwhelm reason, but I knew when to stop. I knew when the need and heat felt
too good to be good. The rage reminded me that despite the claws sprouting from
each fingertip, despite the fact that I might look like the devil and have the
strength of God, I was the same flawed person I’d always been.
new to me, but the feelings of rage and intoxicating addiction were not. I knew
those emotions intimately; they had been the very core of my personality and
shaped a person who, despite my former physical limitations, had unbeatable
mental strength, evidenced by my winning battle against Percocet addition and
an ability to entrance vampires as a night blood. Memories of addiction and the
bone-deep reasons I’d fought to overcome it, kept me grounded when I would have
taken advantage of Dominic’s weakness. I nearly let the strength and power
overwhelm reason, but I knew when to stop. I knew when the need and heat felt
too good to be good. The rage reminded me that despite the claws sprouting from
each fingertip, despite the fact that I might look like the devil and have the
strength of God, I was the same flawed person I’d always been.
I was still me,
and despite his flaws, I loved Dominic.
and despite his flaws, I loved Dominic.
I jerked my hand
from his back, ripping fabric with my movement but not skin, and fell to my
knees.
from his back, ripping fabric with my movement but not skin, and fell to my
knees.
Dominic
summersaulted over me. He landed at my back, but I didn’t turn to face him. He
knew I’d resisted the opportunity to kill him. Our battle was over, but mine
had just begun.
summersaulted over me. He landed at my back, but I didn’t turn to face him. He
knew I’d resisted the opportunity to kill him. Our battle was over, but mine
had just begun.
He fell to his
knees behind me, wrapped his arms around me, holding my hands, cradling my
body, and it was only then, with the steady press of his cheek against mine,
that I realized by the solid stillness of his arms holding me that I was
shaking.
knees behind me, wrapped his arms around me, holding my hands, cradling my
body, and it was only then, with the steady press of his cheek against mine,
that I realized by the solid stillness of his arms holding me that I was
shaking.
I burst out
weeping. The sobs wracked my body and bathed my cheeks.
weeping. The sobs wracked my body and bathed my cheeks.
Dominic’s arms
tightened. He stroked my hands and murmured promises into my ear that I knew
better than to believe, promises that no one could keep, but having him hold
me, his lips moving against my ear and the familiar tone of his voice
resonating like a blanket cocooned around my body, was comforting anyway. I
sobbed harder at first, relieved that he was here, that I wasn’t alone, that he’d
experienced this, too, and had survived and eventually thrived. Buoyed by the
knowledge that I, too, could survive and eventually thrive, I calmed. My
weeping slowed, the sobs wracking my body lessoned, and my tears eventually
dried.
tightened. He stroked my hands and murmured promises into my ear that I knew
better than to believe, promises that no one could keep, but having him hold
me, his lips moving against my ear and the familiar tone of his voice
resonating like a blanket cocooned around my body, was comforting anyway. I
sobbed harder at first, relieved that he was here, that I wasn’t alone, that he’d
experienced this, too, and had survived and eventually thrived. Buoyed by the
knowledge that I, too, could survive and eventually thrive, I calmed. My
weeping slowed, the sobs wracking my body lessoned, and my tears eventually
dried.
I relaxed into
Dominic’s embrace—my back flush against his chest, his arms cradling my arms,
our fingers entwined. His breath fluttering my hair wasn’t winded, and I noted
with a detached sort of astonishment, that neither was mine. I was suddenly
struck by a wary sort of certainty that my new, debatably improved physical
form would continue to astonish for a very long time. I stared at our entwined
fingers—his perfectly formed human hands still larger than my emaciated fingers
but not nearly longer than my elongated claws—and I pulled into myself,
embarrassed that he was touching them.
Dominic’s embrace—my back flush against his chest, his arms cradling my arms,
our fingers entwined. His breath fluttering my hair wasn’t winded, and I noted
with a detached sort of astonishment, that neither was mine. I was suddenly
struck by a wary sort of certainty that my new, debatably improved physical
form would continue to astonish for a very long time. I stared at our entwined
fingers—his perfectly formed human hands still larger than my emaciated fingers
but not nearly longer than my elongated claws—and I pulled into myself,
embarrassed that he was touching them.
“Don’t,” he
murmured, tightening his hold. “Some aspects of the transformation might take
some getting used to. You’re already becoming accustomed to your heightened
senses and increased strength, which is impressive. In a few days, you’ll land
that summersault, I assure you. And eventually, you’ll look into a mirror and
recognize yourself, but for tonight, let me be your mirror.” He raised his hand
and urged my face to the side to meet his gaze. “Let me show you how beautiful
you are.”
murmured, tightening his hold. “Some aspects of the transformation might take
some getting used to. You’re already becoming accustomed to your heightened
senses and increased strength, which is impressive. In a few days, you’ll land
that summersault, I assure you. And eventually, you’ll look into a mirror and
recognize yourself, but for tonight, let me be your mirror.” He raised his hand
and urged my face to the side to meet his gaze. “Let me show you how beautiful
you are.”
My physical
appearance wasn’t the only aspect of the transformation that shook me, but when
he cupped my cheek in his palm and ducked his head, pressing his lips to mine,
I kissed him back. My lips felt foreign against the long protrusions of my
fangs, but his lips were soft and the texture of his scar familiar. His
Christmas pine scent enveloped us, and with my enhanced senses, I felt its
chilled effervescence simultaneous heat and create goose bumps over my body. I
turned in his arms, angling for more access, and a rush of blood filled my
mouth.
appearance wasn’t the only aspect of the transformation that shook me, but when
he cupped my cheek in his palm and ducked his head, pressing his lips to mine,
I kissed him back. My lips felt foreign against the long protrusions of my
fangs, but his lips were soft and the texture of his scar familiar. His
Christmas pine scent enveloped us, and with my enhanced senses, I felt its
chilled effervescence simultaneous heat and create goose bumps over my body. I
turned in his arms, angling for more access, and a rush of blood filled my
mouth.
Dominic
stiffened.
stiffened.
I jerked back,
startled by the blood coating my tongue, a taste which wasn’t entirely
unpleasant, was in fact, not unpleasant at all. The blood was absolutely
delicious, which was also startling, not to mention disturbing. Dominic had a
gash across his lower lip, and I realized that I’d cut him.
startled by the blood coating my tongue, a taste which wasn’t entirely
unpleasant, was in fact, not unpleasant at all. The blood was absolutely
delicious, which was also startling, not to mention disturbing. Dominic had a
gash across his lower lip, and I realized that I’d cut him.
I swallowed the
blood in my haste to apologize and choked.
blood in my haste to apologize and choked.
Dominic covered
my lips with a finger and shook his head. His thumb swiped back and forth over
my cheekbone as we stared at each other, and before my very acute eyes, I
watched the intricacy of Dominic’s body heal. The split sides of his lip filled
with blood, and that blood pooled in the crevice of his cut, coagulated,
scabbed, and flaked to reveal new, shiny, pink skin. That skin darkened to a
faint thread, and if he’d still been human, the healing might have stopped
there, but his body healed the scar, too, until his lips bore not one sliver of
evidence of my clumsy lust. What had once seemed to occur instantaneously and
magically was now a simple bodily function, but I suppose, that in itself was a
kind of magic.
my lips with a finger and shook his head. His thumb swiped back and forth over
my cheekbone as we stared at each other, and before my very acute eyes, I
watched the intricacy of Dominic’s body heal. The split sides of his lip filled
with blood, and that blood pooled in the crevice of his cut, coagulated,
scabbed, and flaked to reveal new, shiny, pink skin. That skin darkened to a
faint thread, and if he’d still been human, the healing might have stopped
there, but his body healed the scar, too, until his lips bore not one sliver of
evidence of my clumsy lust. What had once seemed to occur instantaneously and
magically was now a simple bodily function, but I suppose, that in itself was a
kind of magic.
I touched his
lips, grazing my fingertips carefully over the perfection of his newly healed
skin to the divots and pucker of the permanent scar gouging through the other
side of his lower lip and chin, a reminder of his human lifetime, and for me, a
reminder of the few things we had in common. Although looking at the skeletal,
talon-tipped hand touching him—the hand that I controlled but didn’t resemble
anything I recognized as mine—we had much more in common now than I’d ever
anticipated having.
lips, grazing my fingertips carefully over the perfection of his newly healed
skin to the divots and pucker of the permanent scar gouging through the other
side of his lower lip and chin, a reminder of his human lifetime, and for me, a
reminder of the few things we had in common. Although looking at the skeletal,
talon-tipped hand touching him—the hand that I controlled but didn’t resemble
anything I recognized as mine—we had much more in common now than I’d ever
anticipated having.
He touched my
lips with his fingertips, mimicking my movements with the human-looking version
of his hand, and I couldn’t help it. Despite the impossibility of this
situation and the state of my hands and what I could only imagine was the state
of my face, I smiled.
lips with his fingertips, mimicking my movements with the human-looking version
of his hand, and I couldn’t help it. Despite the impossibility of this
situation and the state of my hands and what I could only imagine was the state
of my face, I smiled.
“Sorry,” I
murmured. Dominic’s blood had moistened the scratch in my throat, so it didn’t
feel like my vocal chords were raking my esophagus with razor blades anymore.
“I’m not myself this morning.”
murmured. Dominic’s blood had moistened the scratch in my throat, so it didn’t
feel like my vocal chords were raking my esophagus with razor blades anymore.
“I’m not myself this morning.”
Dominic
grinned—full and genuine and lopsided from the pull of his scar—and the warmth
and affection in his expression widened my own smile. I let that warmth soak
into me, filling my unfamiliar body with hope, reminding me that I could
survive. That I wanted to survive.
grinned—full and genuine and lopsided from the pull of his scar—and the warmth
and affection in his expression widened my own smile. I let that warmth soak
into me, filling my unfamiliar body with hope, reminding me that I could
survive. That I wanted to survive.
“No one looks or
acts their best upon waking, not even you when you were human.” Dominic
reminded me. “Not even me.”
acts their best upon waking, not even you when you were human.” Dominic
reminded me. “Not even me.”
I sighed. “I
will miss working on my tan though,” I said, only half-jokingly. The feel of
the sun’s warmth on my skin had become a safe haven after discovering the
existence of vampires. Having become one, I supposed the necessity was moot,
but that didn’t mean I wouldn’t miss it.
will miss working on my tan though,” I said, only half-jokingly. The feel of
the sun’s warmth on my skin had become a safe haven after discovering the
existence of vampires. Having become one, I supposed the necessity was moot,
but that didn’t mean I wouldn’t miss it.
Dominic grunted.
“Many things about you will never change despite the transformation, including
your ability to enjoy the sun and your stubbornness it seems.”
“Many things about you will never change despite the transformation, including
your ability to enjoy the sun and your stubbornness it seems.”
I raised my
eyebrows. “My stubbornness won’t cure a fatal sun allergy.”
eyebrows. “My stubbornness won’t cure a fatal sun allergy.”
“Look at the
color of your claws,” Dominic said dryly.
color of your claws,” Dominic said dryly.
Despite my said
stubbornness and the urge to resist looking at my claws just to defy him, I
looked. The skeletal appendages coming from my body were long and knobby and
honestly grotesque, a monster’s hands with four-inch, lethal talons sprouting
from their tips.
stubbornness and the urge to resist looking at my claws just to defy him, I
looked. The skeletal appendages coming from my body were long and knobby and
honestly grotesque, a monster’s hands with four-inch, lethal talons sprouting
from their tips.
And those talons
were silver.
were silver.
Dominic was
right, as per usual, and unfortunately, so was our dear friend, High Lord
Henry. I was a vampire, but I wasn’t allergic to the sun.
right, as per usual, and unfortunately, so was our dear friend, High Lord
Henry. I was a vampire, but I wasn’t allergic to the sun.
I was a Day
Reaper.
Reaper.
About the Author:
Melody Johnson is the author of the gritty, paranormal romance Night Blood series set in New York City. The first installment, The City Beneath, was a finalist in several Romance Writers of America contests, including the “Cleveland Rocks” and “Fool For Love” contests. Melody graduated magna cum laude from Lycoming College with her B.A. in creative writing and psychology, and after moving from her northeast Pennsylvania hometown for some much needed Southern sunshine, she now works as a digital media coordinator for Southeast Georgia Health System’s marketing department. When she isn’t working or writing, Melody can be found swimming at the beach, honing her newfound volleyball skills, and exploring her new home in southeast Georgia.
Website: http://authormelodyjohnson.com
Twitter: https://twitter.com/MelodyMJohnson
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