Under a Blood Moon: Death Witch, Supernatural Investigative Unit by Rachel Graves

Author:Rachel Graves [Graves, Rachel]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781735025063
Published: 2023-06-09T16:00:00+00:00

15

I was dreaming again. I was young, living in the apartment my mother had rented for most of my life. It was nighttime and I was sick. Mom was in the hospital, so Hannah, Mrs. Bäcker from down the hall, was with me. She prayed over me in German. All of that could have been a memory: Hannah prayed over me so much I only knew the Lord’s Prayer in German.

But the dream began to change, and Hannah wasn’t praying; she was telling me about werewolves. Her hands curled into claws as her voice got deeper. Suddenly it wasn’t Hannah, but an angry werewolf, seven feet tall and snarling beside my bed. I started to scream, but woke with a gasp instead.

The room came into focus slowly, Jakob’s bedroom. My heart was still pounding and the angry German was still going. I shook my head to clear out the last remnants of the dream, but the voice remained. Groggy, I tried to place the sounds into context, to make sense of them. The phrases escaped me, but the tone became sharper and sharper. Angry voices, men practically shouting. It occurred to me that something could be wrong, and my calm contemplation ended.

I pulled on my jeans and grabbed my gun. As a police officer I should have called it a service piece, but in the dark the metal felt like a gun, a tool for violence that I wanted to use. I quietly opened the door to the bedroom. I shouldn’t have bothered. Whoever was there, Jakob had started to argue with them. I doubted even vampire hearing could detect much over the raised voices.

The living room spilled in front of me like a pool filled with light instead of water. I gave my eyes a minute to adjust, but my senses didn’t need it. My magic told me the room held two vampires, Jakob and someone I had never met. The glare from the light receded. They weren’t fighting, just having what Hannah had called “a discussion.” Their language must have seeped into my dream.

The stranger was shorter than Jakob. I guessed he was five-seven maybe less. Anna was taller than that, even without her high heels. He had the same pale vampire skin as Jakob, but I suspected it had been pale to start with. It went well with the jet-black hair and dark eyes. Even from across the room, they were bottomless. The only color on his face was an angry red scar that crept up the side of his left cheek. It ended in a spike just beneath his eye. With his face turned, his smooth hair hung down to his chin and almost covered the scar. I realized it was deliberate.

They were sitting across from each other, Jakob on the couch, the smaller man twitching in the armchair. Someone had made a fire, and it reflected off the metal in Jakob’s modern furniture, turning the room into a strange tableau. The stranger turned, his hair fell away, and I saw that the scar on his cheek was one of many.

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