Magic in the Moonlight

Magic in the Moonlight

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Yesterday, my name was Elizabeth Summers. I was 43 years old with a good job that I didn’t like much, but it paid the bills. When I woke up today, I was told my name is Kimberly Sparks. My birth certificate says I’m 24 years old. I don’t have a job or a place to live. But there’s a seriously hot guy taking me home with him. Elizabeth Summers died yesterday in a terrible fire and Kimberly Sparks was born. But I’m not a phoenix; I’m a werewolf. Who knew?

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Chapter 1

Chapter one

I looked around at the mound of documents and hoped (for the dozenth time today) that I could flee to the Bahamas. I grinned as I recalled my lunchtime phone talk with my closest buddy earlier in the day. I'd tell him if I went missing that afternoon to start searching on the white sand beaches of Nassau since I was sick to death of the audit at work and anxious about the full day of meetings I had booked for tomorrow. He'd laughed and reminded me that I had a week of vacation coming up as soon as the auditors left.

I would have told him I loved him if I had known that was the final time I would ever see him. Oh, not anymore, not for a long time. But Samuel Nash was the most influential person in my life. He'd been my boyfriend for several years. When that didn't work, what bothered us the most was the prospect of losing our close relationship. Samuel and I made a pact that no matter how tough or distressing the issue was, we would work through it together. He'd been my best buddy since then.

I began rummaging through the heaps of material on my coffee table, wishing I could just walk away from it all. I worked at a cement firm as an accountant and financial analyst. I'd been there for approximately six years, and it felt like the longer I stayed, the more bullshit I had to deal with. I'd been assigned to deal with a bunch of sales tax auditors who were making my life a living hell.

Sales tax auditors only came out once every three years, rather than once a year. I'd heard that some businesses never had to deal with them at all. That, I attribute to heresy and wild conjecture. I'd been handed a list of invoices that the auditors required copies of, and most of them were nearly three years old. All except two had been located. I collapsed on the couch and debated with myself after concluding that the missing bills were not lying in the stack I'd previously sorted twice.

I had a solid notion of where those bills may be kept, but it entailed returning to the office. I was largely prepared for tomorrow's meeting with the executives to finalize the budget specifics. Perhaps I could look for the bills in the morning?

No.

If I was correct, those bills were buried in the basement file room, and there was no way I was going to dig through that muck without looking like something the Swamp Thing vomited up on New Year's Eve. I groaned and dragged myself off the couch. I needed to change my clothing before poking about in the basement at work, which I dubbed the Basement of Horror. I returned to my room and changed into an old, tattered pair of pants that had seen better days. The t-shirt I was wearing had a stain on my left breast from spilling red sangria a few months before, so it'd suffice. I stuffed my feet into my old shoes, grabbed my keys, and walked out to my vehicle.

The apartment building was peaceful. It was a little community with largely senior residents, including me. I'm not that ancient, but I turned forty-three earlier this year, so I fit right in around here. On the top level of my three-story building, I had a spacious two-bedroom flat. It wasn't anything out of the ordinary, but it was constructed in the 1970s and the apartments were almost soundproof. My neighbors were kind enough, but we largely avoided each other.

My workplace was just a short distance away. I'd always thought it was strange to see a two-story office building amid a field. There were a few homes here and there, but it was mostly agricultural and desolate. The firm had elected to establish the headquarters out here rather than in town to be near the stone quarry and mixing plant that functioned as our operational hub. I didn't mind the surroundings during the day, but when the sun set, the empty environment increased the spook factor.

I parked adjacent to the administration building and carefully secured my vehicle before entering. My parents had taught me that it was better to be cautious than sorry, even if I came from a tiny town. It was strange how missing them would occasionally come as a surprise to me. My father died while I was in my early twenties, but my mother had only been gone a few months.

A new wave of anguish washed over me as I remembered her. I wished I'd picked up my baseball bat and taken it with me out here in the middle of nowhere, with the moon just starting to rise. It was a Christmas present from my mother a few years ago. When I first moved into my apartment, she was concerned that someone would break in and "do awful things" to me.

We'd all laughed as I opened it, but my mother had looked me in the eyes and said solemnly, "Elizabeth Anne Summers, I'd want you to swear to keep the bat next to your bed. I don't want some sheriff appearing on my doorway telling me you're gone because you couldn't defend yourself."

"Yes, Momma, I promise." Since then, I've kept the bat next to my bed.

The agony of loss faded as I opened the front door and entered the building. It seemed strangely silent when no one was present. As I walked up to my office on the second level, I flicked on every light switch I passed. I might have had the bills in my file cabinet. It was worth a look if I could avoid going to the Basement of Horror.

I realized my final hope of success was below in the subterranean file room after twenty minutes of futile searching. I took the key from the wall-mounted storage cabinet and went down to the first level. The basement door was left open, which was not uncommon. It was never shut down. The rear door of the office was slightly ajar, which was unusual. I grimaced as I examined it. When the cleaning woman departed, she must not have locked it. The locks were a pain in the arse, and I had frequent issues with them. Before heading down the basement steps, I tightened the door and double-checked the latch.

I despised these stairs. They were abhorrent. They were small and steep, with very shallow tread. I was constantly afraid of falling since the step was thinner than my foot. I stretched out to grasp the banister to protect myself from sliding, but I stopped before I closed my palm over it. It was a million years old black iron pipe that had been coated dark green. I don't believe it had ever been cleaned, and I considered whether it would be more painful to fall to my death or to get a contagious lethal illness from the railing. Because my t-shirt had long sleeves, I grasped the cuff and pulled it over my hand before grabbing the rail.

I shivered once and then gently started down the steps. The fragrance swept over me about halfway down. Mildew, stagnant water, and a hazy thread of sewage ran through the air, making it terrible to breathe. The whole structure had been refurbished a few years previously, but since the basement was mainly used for storage, it had been allowed to decay in peace.

I turned on the light at the foot of the stairs and rolled my eyes at the toilet in the corner. The nasty thing was still connected up and overflowed whenever it rained heavily. Who the heck would have utilized that item in the first place? I had no idea why it was there at all.

The floor, window sills, and a few abandoned, broken chairs were all coated in dust. It increased the creep factor, so I dashed across that room and went to the file room's closed door. When I took the key from my pocket to insert it into the padlock, I saw something was wrong. The padlock and hasp that kept the door shut had been torn completely off! "What the fuck?" I thought as the door swung abruptly inward, revealing someone standing just inside the file room.

As the guy walked through the door and grabbed me, I screamed in astonishment and panic. It was no one I'd ever seen before. As one of his hands curled around my neck and hoisted me up, I got a good look at him. He wasn't particularly tall, yet he had no trouble pulling me off the floor, although I was several inches taller and much heavier. He had a pale, pale complexion, immaculate white hair, and black eyes. I attempted to get his fingers off my neck so I could breathe, but I couldn't obtain any leverage since my feet were hanging off the ground.

"It's kind of you to drop by. I was just about to start thinking about dinner, and you'll do just fine."

I was soaring through the air the next thing I knew. My body burst into anguish as I collided with the concrete wall. I found it difficult to move. I needed to go away. I got up on my hands and knees and tried to stand.

His knee crashed into the middle of my back, pinning me to the ground and depriving me of the last of my air. My chest ached, and several of my ribs seemed fractured. He grabbed my hair and yanked my head back, arching my upper body off the floor.

"Doesn't that hurt?" he snarled in my ear. "It'll hurt a lot more before I'm done."

He dug deep furrows of burning hot anguish with his fingertips up the side of my neck. He touched the wounds with the tips of his fingers and showed me the bleeding consequences. As he licked his fingers clean, my body trembled uncontrollably.

"That's exactly what I want to see. It's lovely and crimson, and it tastes delicious. It's the anguish, you know. Your body is producing a lot of adrenaline right now, which makes your blood taste even better."

The jerk was on my back, but I'd played soccer in high school and knew how to utilize my brain. As he relaxed his grasp on my hair, I was able to press one elbow on the floor. I managed to lower my head an inch before slamming it backward with all I had. It wasn't much, but it was a start. He screamed when the back of my head collided with his jaw, and I rolled just enough to get him off my back.

"How dare you, you fucking cunt!"

I was immediately soaring through the air again. When I struck this time, I heard my arm snap. As anguish rushed through me, I yelled. I couldn't think of anything. I couldn't take a breath. I began to weep, unable to stop the tears from falling down my cheeks. It ached like hell. I'd hardly touched the ground when he yanked me to my feet. When I saw his fangs, I don't think my brain trusted my eyes, but then he bent and buried them into my neck.

I heard his voice in my thoughts as he began to feed. "You are so delicious," he murmured, and "your blood is so sweet." I trembled in terror as images formed in my head. They belonged to another girl, a young woman with long brown hair. He was sucking on her neck in the same way that he was sucking on mine. She screamed the whole time till she passed out. He smiled as he snapped her neck, then walked away, dropping her into a garbage can.

I realized then that there was no way out. I thought I was going to die. And I started to pray with what little power I had.

"Our Father, who art in Heaven..."

My words were so weak that I couldn't make them out. Even whispering them took effort. My assailant yanked his lips away from me and screamed. My blood covered his face, and the incisions in my neck were pouring profusely.

"Hallowed be Thy name..."

As he whirled away from me, he dropped me and covered his ears. As I landed, I saw two guys seize him and slam him headfirst into the wall. The power of the strike fractured and broke the concrete blocks. My attacker was yanked out of the wall by one of the guys, who pinned his arms behind his back. He was knocked out cold when the other guy hit him in the face. The guy rushed forward quickly and seized my attacker's jaw with one hand and the base of his head with the other. I was struggling to keep my eyes open, but the swift motion that cracked his neck was clear. The guy who was holding him threw the corpse on the ground.

"We'd better tackle him, too. I don't want to take any chances."

He walked to a derelict wooden pallet in the corner and yanked a slat off. My eyes were tired and the world was growing darker, but I pushed myself to stare as the guy drove the wood into my attacker's chest. I couldn't keep my eyes open once it was finished, and the world was reduced to sound and anguish.

"I don't believe she'll make it." One of them was caressing me, and the agony forced me to whimper. "She had many fractured bones, and he bit her."

"Look, yeah." As they examined my neck, a soft hand moved my head "He got her. You know, if we don't do anything and she dies as a result of this, she'll rise again."

"It is not permitted. We just cannot do it."

Will I grow up to be like him? Was he a vampire or not? My intellect resisted the concept, but I couldn't take the prospect of becoming like him. No, please, dear God. It was difficult to speak, terribly difficult... but they had to know I didn't want to end up that way.

"Please do not allow this to happen. Stake me as well."

"We're not going to let that happen," a kind palm brushed my locks from my brow.

I forced my eyes open and watched as one of the guys slashed his wrist with a pocket knife. He put his wrist to my lips. I wanted to fight, but I couldn't. I could taste his blood on my lips.

"No, not like him."

"You won't be, I promise. You drink some of mine, I drink some of yours and you're going to be just fine. Not like him, I promise. Trust me, just take a little bit."

I could feel his fingers touching my neck. I attempted to tell him, no, but his wrist was in the way. I could taste blood, but I couldn't tell if it was mine or his. He drank my blood with his fingers on his lips.

"Come on, love, just a little more."

I sucked the blood from his wrist reluctantly. It hurt my mouth but tasted deliciously sweet. As I swallowed, I could hear something snarling. That made no sense. I managed to tilt my head just enough to see a large growling wolf face to face. He sprang and buried his fangs into my shoulder as soon as my brain noticed the wolf.

Fortunately, the world went black.

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17 Chapters
Chapter one
I looked around at the mound of documents and hoped (for the dozenth time today) that I could flee to the Bahamas. I grinned as I recalled my lunchtime phone talk with my closest buddy earlier in the day. I'd tell him if I went missing that afternoon to start searching on the white sand beaches of Nassau since I was sick to death of the audit at work and anxious about the full day of meetings I had booked for tomorrow. He'd laughed and reminded me that I had a week of vacation coming up as soon as the auditors left.I would have told him I loved him if I had known that was the final time I would ever see him. Oh, not anymore, not for a long time. But Samuel Nash was the most influential person in my life. He'd been my boyfriend for several years. When that didn't work, what bothered us the most was the prospect of losing our close relationship. Samuel and I made a pact that no matter how tough or distressing the issue was, we would work through it together. He'd been my best buddy sin
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Chapter two
It was warm and dimly lit. Quiet. I could hear something beeping faintly in the background, but it was far away and didn't bother me. I went back to sleep.But I had the strangest dream. I was growling on my hands and knees in a hospital bed. The guy from the basement, the one who forced me to drink his blood, was present. He was assuring me not to worry because no one was going to harm me. He continued speaking to me in this calming, gentle tone, but I was furious. Why? What has gone wrong? But he advised me to sleep again, which seemed like a nice idea, so I cuddled up on the bed. My tail beat a few times on the bed before I fell asleep again.Wait. My tail?I pushed my eyes open again, perplexed. White walls, shady windows, a faint beeping, and a stench could only be described as a hospital. When I glanced down, I saw an IV in my left arm. My right arm seemed to be in a cast. I tried wriggling my butt in the bed, but nothing moved. Even yet, I couldn't detect a tail. Just a dream,
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Chapter three
So I'm not a vampire after all. Derek kept his word. But I'm not human anymore. I'm a werewolf, apparently, but I'm not sure I believe it.A werewolf, indeed.The day began routinely enough. Dr. Scott came over and informed me that I'd done such a good job with my Jell-O and applesauce supper that he was promoting me to solid meals. And what about my broken arm? It's almost healed. He believes the cast will be removed tomorrow. He said I'd be allowed to shower later today since my knee was as good as new. I asked him how long I'd been in the hospital, and he skirted the topic once again. It enraged me to the point where I let out a serious-sounding roar. That was a little frightening.He removed the bandage from my neck. Dr. Scott hesitated when I asked for a mirror to see it."I'm not going to lie to you, Elizabeth. Right now, your neck looks awful. That man ripped you to shreds. You have many stitches that will fall out in a day or two. Just trust me when I say that the scar will di
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Chapter four
My dreams that night were sweat-filled nightmares filled with wolves and the bastard vampire that attacked me. He repeatedly shoved me against the wall and taunted me. He laughed more the more I bled. The wolves circled, growled, and attacked at random. Derek loomed over me, earnestly telling me things that screamed at me. I had died. I used to be a werewolf. I used to be a vampire. I'd never be able to return. All of my friends and family are no longer with me. Throughout it all, I was engulfed in a vortex of agony that enveloped me. My monitors must have given me away because the nurse came in and injected me with something that put me under so deep that my nightmares couldn't reach me. Dr. Scott removed the cast from my arm in the morning, and I spent over an hour in the shower washing my skin and hair until I couldn't smell anything except soap. The only thing that remained hurting was my neck, so I washed it. I was shaky and trembling at the end of the shower, but I made it on
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Chapter five
Dr. Scott kept his promise. A half-hour later, an orderly arrived with a wheelchair, and we were going. As the elevator doors closed and we descended to the below-ground laboratory, I felt a shiver go down my spine. Part of me worried whether I'd ever be able to come back up.The tests were not painful. An X-ray, a CAT scan, blood samples, and an MRI were all procedures I'd had before. When they returned me to my room and I crawled into bed, something inside of me calmed. I nearly sobbed with delight when Derek arrived a few hours later. He was holding a huge pizza with cheese and pepperoni! I grabbed a handful of his shirt and yanked him down for a loud, smacking kiss on the cheek as he placed it down on the bedside table."Sir, you've made my week. Thank you very much!"He laughed and made a courtly bow that, in his jeans and t-shirt, should have looked ridiculous, but he did it with grace. "I am just yours to command, whatever the Lady wants."I laughed and grabbed a lovely piece.
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Chapter six
Dr. Scott gave me two gowns so I wouldn't flash anyone on the plane. He tried to hide his snicker of amusement, but I saw the look that passed between him and Derek. I ignored it, put my gowns on, and stomped off toward the main entrance.The driver didn't blink, but the pilot openly grinned at my attire. I sighed and settled in for the flight. It was a pretty snazzy little plane. Large, leather captain's chairs (that swiveled!) in elegant bone color, a small round cherry table bolted to the floor on one side, and plush navy blue carpeting set off the inlaid wood accents on the walls and the hand-blown glass light fixtures. I buckled in and thanked Derek for the blanket he tucked around me. I don't remember much after that until Derek shook me awake as we were getting ready to land."I called ahead. One of my pack will be waiting at my house with some clothes for you. We can go out shopping tomorrow if you like, but you seem pretty beat. Let's get you home and settle in for the day, o
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Chapter seven
I was only vaguely aware of being carried up the stairs and into my new room. I was warm and comfortable and safe, that was all I cared about. When I was put down on my feet, I protested and tried to snuggle back into that warmth."Kimber, can you just stand there for a second? I need to turn down the bed so I can put you in it."I mumbled a protest in a sleepy, childlike voice and leaned against Derek. He held me against him with one arm while turning down the bed with the other."Okay, into bed you go," and I scooped off my feet and slid into the sheets.I blinked up at him owlishly, "What'd you call me?"Derek grinned at me, "Kimber. Kimberly is a mouthful and Kim is too short. You seem like a Kimber to me, sort of unusual and elegant. Is that okay with you?"It was already too warm in the bed. I pulled the sweats off and tossed them on the floor, leaving me in my t-shirt and panties."S'okay. You're weird, but I like it. I'm going to sleep now." My words were slow and sleepy. Talk
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Chapter eight
When we arrived at Derek's place, it took several trips to haul everything to my room. Noelle helped me unpack, talking casually about the shopping and how much fun it had been. Once everything was hung and organized, she went back to her place to get ready for the party that night. Before she left, I apologized."Noelle, I'm sorry about today. I didn't mean to pry into your head that way. I can't control it. I'm so sorry I made you remember that day and made you sad."She looked at me in astonishment and drew me into a firm hug. "You stop being silly right now. I was already thinking of that day. You didn't cause it, seeing that man who looked like my brother did. There's no need to apologize. Now try to relax and get some rest before the party."I could feel her absolute sincerity and it helped put me at ease. Noelle was an extraordinary person. I nodded in agreement, but after she was gone I drew myself a hot bath and climbed in for a soak.I was floating lazily in the tub, making
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Chapter nine
When I woke up the next morning, the house was quiet. I couldn't hear Derek moving around. My whole body ached from sleeping in the same position all night. I'd been so tired that falling into bed and falling asleep had been pretty much simultaneous. Suppressing a groan, I rolled over and mentally reviewed everything that happened last night.Marsh and Tasha were nice. The rest of the pack wasn't bad. I was just too uncomfortable with all of the speculation to see it last night. I knew the time would help. I just needed to get to know them. Except for John; I wasn't much interested in getting to know him. I couldn't fault him for his interest, but the way he went about expressing it was completely wrong. Intimidation and entrapment were not the way to a woman's heart.Then again, Derek had been pretty damn possessive. "She is mine and doesn't ever forget it," is that what he said? Something like that. Did he mean it or was he just claiming me to get the others to back off and leave me
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Chapter Ten
I woke up once in the night, shaking and sweating. I didn't remember the dream, but the panic and fear stayed with me. The urge to go climb into Derek's bed was strong. But doing that would be inviting something I wasn't sure I was ready for. Instead, I turned on the lamp and read for an hour or two. Eventually, I calmed down, turned out the light, and went back to sleep.The next time I woke up, it was light out. The first item on my new shopping list: are curtains. Other items soon followed. Computer, cell phone, car -- why did everything I need start with c? Amused with my silly list, I decided to go have some coffee. I could hear something clicking softly in the basement and realized it must be someone working out. Derek, maybe? Or had the pack shown up again?There was a fresh pot of coffee already brewed, so I helped myself. I looked around for the phone, but as I picked it up, I realized I didn't know Noelle's number. I'd have to ask Derek for it so I could call her. I hoped an
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