Escape To Vampire Dam (Dark Heart Heroes Book 1) by McKibben S.N

Author:McKibben, S.N. [McKibben, S.N.]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Troll River Publications
Published: 2013-07-07T04:00:00+00:00

I woke from the un-dead of unconsciousness to long wet strokes of a tongue across my neck.

“Hey.” I smiled.

Jason pulled back and helped me get my clothes on.

I gently probed my neck and felt puncture wounds. “I thought vampires healed wounds with your super saliva.”

Jason snorted. “We’re predators, Noir. A tiger shark doesn’t cauterize the wound after he’s bitten off your arm.”

“Comforting and charming.” I stepped out of the tree sleeper. “Stand back girls, he’s all mine.”

That faint near non-existent smirk made an appearance and then faded.

I climbed down the rope ladder and when my feet hit dirt, the ladder came down in a heap.

Jason jumped off the branch and when he landed, he didn’t make a sound. A new and beautiful kind of presence permeated from my vampire. Beautiful because he seemed more dangerous and new because I'd never seen him with such purpose before. This new Jason made the old tight wad look lethargic. And maybe that's what he was, starving from the different hungers of flesh.

In record time I coiled the rope and stuffed it in my backpack. It barely fit with my flashlight and water.

We walked in silence to edge where forest fell and the forty-meter circle began.

Jason turned those cloud-blue eyes to me. “If he’s in there I will get him out.”

“I don’t like this plan.” I looked over at the mountain horizon. Pink rays cast tentative shoots of light.

“You don’t have to.” Jason crouched down, back straight, and removed some kind of fur coat out of his bag. “Promise you will leave before noon.”

I smiled braver than I felt. “We’ll meet you at the raft. Like I promised.”

Jason shook head. “Don’t wait.”

From his own pack, Jason brought out and shook the longest tan rug I’d ever seen. It was the skin of some kind of cat. The head and tail was still attached. The rugs white teeth gleamed in the morning light. Real daylight was about to peak over the crest.

“What are you going to do with that?”

He wrapped the hide around him and wore it like some…Indian shaman.

Jason put his arms around me. “I need every advantage I can get.”

I opened my mouth to voice a smart-ass comment. Jason’s tongue prevented me from saying anything. He frenched me, making another ‘round the Noir’s insides’ in eighty seconds. Then he was gone.

Drama king.

He was going to be fine. That was all I could believe.

What I saw next made me question my eyes. Jason bolted toward the entrance to the perennial’s lair with the cougar skin flapping around his body. But as he ran, the strangest thing happened. He became a cougar. As I watched, the cougar skin expanded. It wasn’t a man wearing a cougar skin that jumped into the Perennial’s lair. It was the real deal. It was a cougar. Huh.

I stood there dumbfounded. I wasn’t sure I’d seen it. Trick of the light maybe. Jason being a vampire skin-walker just didn’t register. The marble cat he placed next to the totem pole—I thought it was some kind of gesture.

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