Dark Becoming: A Vampire Urban Fantasy (An Ema Marx Novel Book 3) by J.D. Brown

Author:J.D. Brown [Brown, J.D.]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Tags: werewolf, paranormal, dark fantasy, vampire, shapeshifters, urban fantasy
Publisher: NightMare Publishing
Published: 2015-07-20T00:00:00+00:00

Bridget

Condensation pelted my feathers as I soared through the clouds. I kept to the high altitudes of the Kongen mountain range to avoid drawing attention. Messenger falcons were an odd sight to behold in the cellphone era. Using an aircraft might have been more inconspicuous, but natural flight was faster. Nearing my destination, I lowered several meters, over a small valley nestled in the midst of the snow-covered mountain caps. The white walls and ceiling of the compound blended with the icy surroundings, but the large orange warning sign and electronic fence warding off trespassers was a dead giveaway, even to the untrained eye.

I circled the building, getting a feel for the situation, but there was no sign of outdoor activity. The party waited inside. Sticking to the plan, I landed on the flat cement roof and shifted back into my bodacious self. A thin layer of frost coated my fingertips and the ice on the roof stung the soles of my feet. I ignored the weather, rolling my shoulders back and releasing a visible puff of breath as my nervous system adjusted.

A makeshift tote bag hung from a strap across my back. I removed the pack, opened it, and quickly pulled on a pair of cargo pants and my favorite vest. Underwear was overrated, especially for a shifter. Besides, one didn’t get a reputation in the Elite by hauling around half of one’s wardrobe. I removed a taser gun and holster, and strapped them around my waist. Then I grabbed my dagger and placed the blade between my teeth. I tied the tote bag to an air vent so it wouldn’t blow away.

Naamah had said the generator was broken, which was why Apollyon left a guard with Helldora. Without electricity, Helldora could easily phase through the cell walls. I still didn’t understand why Naamah insisted on sending me—or rather, I didn’t believe his reasons. This mission would be a cakewalk. Naamah could have assigned anyone, and for a fraction of the price. But if I’d learned anything over the years, it was that if something seemed too good to be true, then it probably was. I knew in my gut Naamah was keeping something from me. For that reason, I exercised extreme caution. I wouldn’t drop my guard just because the job promised to be easy. That’s how mistakes were made.

The compound had only one door, no windows, and no other openings large enough for me to fit inside without leaving my weapons behind. I was good with my fists, but didn’t want to risk it. Apollyon’s guard was no ordinary vampyre. Naamah had warned me of the monsters Apollyon had conjured from the dead.

Keeping my posture straight and my calves tight, I walked across the roof—stepping first on my toes before letting my feet roll back to the heels, as though on a balance beam—to the front of the compound. Gymnastics was a good way to test the support of an iffy surface and avoid any creaky spots.

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