Crimson Hours by Unknown

Author:Unknown
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

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It was just after midnight but the streets were pulsing with traffic. Morgan had difficulty keeping up with the black Porsche as it skirted around corners and skidded down alleys, almost as if the driver knew he was being pursued. While the vampire had the ability to smell others of his kind, Morgan’s scent had been masked by the multitude present at the auditorium and on the roadway, he had done an impressive job of staying far enough back not to be detected either visually or otherwise.

Astounded by Morgan’s ultra-keen senses, Samantha marveled at how one moment they were standing amid the horde in the lobby, hopelessly searching for a glimpse of their quarry, the next they had hotfooted it down the steps and were giving chase in Morgan’s low-seated sports car.

“How did you even know he was leaving?” Samantha

asked, clutching frantically at one of the “holy shit!”

interior handles on the car’s roof as the vehicle burned around yet another corner, flawlessly executing the tight turn.

“Nothing fancy,” Morgan replied. “I saw him leave through the east exit.”

On they followed the speeding vehicle, past tall

buildings sporting huge neon billboards and the lacy branches of the tall palm trees until it pulled into the first of several nightclubs. Always just a step behind, Morgan and Samantha spent the next several hours

playing out the same aggravating game of cat and

mouse, first arriving at the location of the parked and empty Porsche, entering the adjacent club, discovering the “Smiths” were nowhere to be found and then

exiting just in time to see the black coupe zooming away to another locale.

“He’s toying with us,” Morgan announced from

between tightly clenched teeth as the wee hour of four a.m. quickly approached.

“No shit.”

Tracking the vehicle from yet another club, both

Morgan and Samantha were surprised when the

Porsche headed south to a residential area, coming to a screeching halt in front of a sleek white apartment complex. With the motor running, it sat for several minutes with no sign of movement from either of its occupants. Then the passenger door opened and the woman got out and went into the building.

Revving once, the Porsche then took off in a cloud of smoke with Morgan hot on his heels, heading all the way down the Strip to the long and winding coastal highway. For miles they drove, separated only by a white Mercedes and a sporty orange Honda, following the car as it finally swerved down into a steep, boulder-edged trail that led to a quiet, cloistered district just north of the ocean known as The Flats.

Back in the city’s early days, the area had nearly been a ghetto filled with poor immigrants and those just barely getting by, but over the course of time it had evolved into an elite and clandestine district. Zooming along the snaking roadway filled with luscious foliage-some growing up along the walls of the residences to serve as a sort of natural cloaking device. Samantha wistfully recalled how as a young married couple she and her husband used to dream of one day living in the

exclusive quarter.

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