Twilight Fulfilled by Maggie Shayne

Author:Maggie Shayne
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: MIRA
Published: 2011-11-16T23:00:00+00:00

Key

Black

= Subject is unaware he/she possesses Belladonna Antigen

Blue

= Subject is aware he/she possesses Belladonna Antigen but unaware of connection to Hostile Non-Humans

Red

= Subject is aware he/she possesses Belladonna Antigen and fully aware of connection to Hostile Non-Humans

Purple

= Unknown whether subject is aware he/she possesses Belladonna Antigen

= In Custody

= Arrest Pending

O

= Whereabouts Unknown

X

= Deceased

This was a list of human beings with the rare Belladonna Antigen in their blood. A list of the Chosen. And most had check marks beside their names, a few had stars and only a bare handful had the circle that marked them as whereabouts unknown or the X for deceased.

They were rounding up humans with the antigen. Yes, there had been discussion among the Undead that something like that seemed to be happening, because humans with the antigen had been disappearing ever since the existence of the vampiric race had become public knowledge.

Now there was no doubt why. The government had been detaining them and taking them…where? Clearly this was part of whatever trap Scarface was laying for the Undead. He knew the connection, the bond, between vampires and the Chosen, the way the Undead would watch over and protect those human beings who possessed the antigen that made them potential vampires.

It wasn’t a choice the vampires made. It was a reflex, a need. There was no free will involved.

She shoved the file back into the cabinet and scanned the room. Where could she learn the rest? Where were the innocent humans being held? The desk called to her, and she went to it, opening drawers even as she hit the power button on the computer. She rifled the desk as the PC powered up, and then she quickly scanned the keyboard for traces of his snotty essence, finding it on the G, B and N keys. His password was NGB—his own initials. Figured, given his arrogance. Finally she clicked the internet icon and checked the history.

Her eyes skimmed down the column of recently visited sites, pausing on a familiar one—a mapping page. She clicked on “begin private browsing” so the computer wouldn’t keep track of her movements, then opened a new tab and rode it to a popular networking site. Leaving that up, she returned to the original tab and skimmed the most recently requested driving directions.

St. Dymphna Psychiatric Hospital. Mount Bliss, VA.

She cut and pasted it into the search bar, and clicked return.

Then she drummed her fingers, waiting. Results popped up about the same time the office door swung open.

Scarface stood there, two armed men behind him, both pointing guns at her.

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