Concordia, Seven Hundred Years BeforeThe human sentries were bored and napping against their spears, easily taken, and killed, their cries muffled against vampire palms, their ribs popping their lungs as their last breath was squeezed from them and their bodies left discarded in the grasses.Thaelen’s soldiers made their way to the tents and Thaelen caught Harithen against his side as a human staggered out to urinate not far from where they stood, the acrid stink of warm piss rising to the air as he farted and scratched his pubic hair before tucking his c-ck away.“Don’t stand in that,” Harithen wrinkled his nose. “Disgusting.”“Mhm,” Thaelen’s cheeks felt hot and his body heavy, still fighting off the effects of the dead blood. Walking through some piss was the least of his concerns, he thought. All of them would be covered in blood, soot and worse by the end of the night, and he had to hope that his reaction times and strength were up to the battle that lay ahead of them. “How many
Present Time“Well, that was f-king scary,” Cameron said as they made their winding way through the warehouse district. “I almost puked alongside of Aislen just thinking that it could have been her. It sounds awful, but I’m so glad it was… Not her,” he corrected himself sliding a look at Aaron who arched an eyebrow.“Mhm,” Rhett hummed his agreement through his nose. “That was f-ked.”“It was well done, Cameron, to persuade Morgana to stay behind,” Talen said, placing his hand on Cameron’s shoulder and leaning down to nuzzle into Cameron’s curls. Cameron leaned into him, wrapping his arm around Talen’s waist. It still felt odd to do such things in front of his dad, he thought, although seeing Jules walking hand in hand with Harry sort of made it feel more okay. He wondered if Jules found it freeing but also slightly uncomfortable, too, as if he had farted in church and everyone’s eyes were on him...“She is a target for the Van Helsings,” Heath continued. “She should stay at the wareh
Present Time“F-k me,” Rhett stared. “Is that f-king Guy?”There were zombies hanging from the streetlights along the street, their necks broken, and bodies twisted, and yet their limbs jerking as they swam through the air mindlessly. The stench was stomach curling, Rhett thought. At the point of being hung, many had lost control of their bowels, and the paving below them was splattered with ooze and their trousers stuck to their legs with it, the foulness attracting flies and insects.“I think I’m going to puke,” Cameron said pressing his hand to his mouth. “It’s f-king stupid what gets you and what doesn’t, isn’t it? I can watch Aislen chuck her guts up, no problem. We can have a… Umm,” he flushed, his eyes going to Aaron. “Accident in bed, no problem. But seeing this… Yeah, it’s other level gross.”“He’s still…” Aaron gaped. “They are all still…”“Zombies,” Rhett said grimly. “They’re final-level zombie now, past vampire blood.”“The only option now is to…” Talen broke off, turning
Present Time“Umm,” Toby leaned in the door. “There are birds leaving really weird stuff in the courtyard at the rear of the warehouse and these people back here don’t want to touch any of it as they say it’s spell components.”“Hmm,” Meguitte touched Bianca’s forehead. “She will be fine for a moment,” she decided and slid past Toby into the bowels of the warehouse.Toby lingered, his eyes going from Bianca to Aislen. “Is she okay?” He wondered.“I hope so,” Aislen sighed heavily and stood up, stretching out cramped back muscles. The stools around the benches weren’t designed for comfort, but she supposed their normal use didn’t involve sitting on them for hours and watching someone sleep.“So…” He said looking around at the windows. “This place isn’t very defensible. I’m also not entirely sure how much light escapes through these windows at night.”“Cameron’s dad chose the warehouses. He’s pretty smart. I’m sure that he checked for that.”“We’ll see,” he walked over to the glass and
Present TimeThe creak of the door seemed to echo through the warehouse. It felt dead within where it had been feeling like an overcrowded dormitory. “Hello?” Aislen called out, her voice too loud for the quiet.“F-k,” she muttered as she stepped in and closed the door behind her. Not that it had been great before, but they had really trashed the place, she thought as she moved through the reception. There were chalk marks from the witches' circles on the floor, paper had been peeled from the windows, the stretcher from the ambulance had been shoved back against the wall, and she’d created a skylight in the floor...She kicked around debris as she walked past the abandoned offices, bits and pieces stolen from the MegaStore and left behind when everyone had moved, crumpled rubbish, and empty packaging.The air stank like cat food and musty laundry.The door into the zombie chamber was gone. She stood there for a moment with her mouth open as her brain tried to catch up with what she wa
Havermouth, Present Time“Where did Aaron go?” Cameron asked suddenly. There had been so much happening that it hadn’t been until they were two streets away that he realized that he hadn’t seen the warlock since the butcher and his apprentices had exploded out of their shop to fight the Van Helsings.“F-k,” Rhett looked around as if expecting to see the warlock hiding in the back. “Did we leave him behind?”“No, he ran away,” Connery said, mildly. “I saw him take off back the way we went.”“Seriously?” Cameron’s jaw dropped. “What a coward. I just don’t like the guy,” he added meeting Talen’s eyes in the rear-view mirror. “I don’t like how he looks at Aislen, the way he talks, and… I don’t like him.”“Noted,” Talen nodded grimly. “You are not alone there,” he said as he pulled off down a dead-end street and parked. “I had an encounter with a witch in Rideten that made no sense to me,” he said as he got out of the car. “But, I suspect from things that Morgana has said off and on, that
Havermouth, Present TimeAislen picked her way over the sleeping bodies and stood at the door, pressing her ear against the flaking paint. Muffled by the ward and wood, she heard male voices, calling out “Clear!” to each other from the other side and the creak of the stairs as they made their way up to the other level. “The Van Helsings?” Verina pressed up against the wood beside her, their eyes lifting to the ceiling as they both held their breaths, listening intently as the footsteps creaked overhead, drifting dust down from the cracking plasterwork, before returning down the stairs.“There’s no one up there. Place looks abandoned.”“Something is odd. There were at least a dozen people here. There was a door around here somewhere, too,” a familiar man’s voice replied from the other side of the door. August Mason himself, Aislen thought wryly. She imagined that she could hear the rasp of his palm against the wood as he searched for it. “F-k! This wall just zapped me!”“Faulty wirin
Havermouth, Present TimeTalen followed the big alpha through a door into a cement lined corridor, walking close enough that the werewolf had to feel his breath warm against the back of his neck. His investigation into the death of Patrick Carter had been shelved due to the flood and resulting drama, but he had not forgotten, and the opportunity had so conveniently fallen into his lap that he could not resist but to pursue it.It also enabled him to see more of the underground compound that the werewolves had built. There had been two doors close together, and from what he had seen through the other door, he suspected that one way was used by those higher ranking in the pack, and probably lead into more opulent accommodation, from the rich carpet, art-work on the walls, and ambient lighting.The door that they had taken had led into a serviceable corridor, unpainted bare cement walls and floor, and harsh, energy efficient lighting that made his eyes water. The corridor branched off at