Eternal Flame Bundle with Eternal Hunter & I'll Be Slaying You

by Cynthia Eden

  In return for luring, she’d wanted immortality.

  Too bad.

  Turning, he glanced at the Taken in the doorway. “When?” He’d known this day would come. But just because the little hunter had finally turned didn’t mean she was a threat. Sure he’d hoped to have her head so she wouldn’t become, but failure didn’t mean the end for him.

  There was no end for him.

  “About four nights ago.” A pause. “We had her, but Chase stopped the team. He took her away.”

  Fucking Chase.

  The asshole had been a thorn in his side for too many years. “The bastard needs to burn.”

  A grim nod.

  “So does she.” He shoved the body out of his way as he stalked to the window. “Take the bitch out with him.” Because the demon seer he’d used so long ago, another bitch who’d tried to screw him, had told him a great deal about Sandra Dee.

  A new Born breathes on this earth.

  A new Born? He hadn’t believed her, not at first. The youngest Born was over two thousand years old.

  But the demon had been certain. She’d seemed to know so much about Sandra Dee.

  Her strength lies close to her heart.

  So when he’d attacked, his first move had been to cut her heart out. He’d killed her family. Let her walk in their blood.

  And later, when he couldn’t kill her, he’d set plans in motion to separate her from the friends she’d come to know so well.

  The killing of the human in Baton Rouge had been the first step. He’d planned to force Dee into solitude. To make the others turn on her. Alone, Dee would be weak. The demon had said so.

  He’d made the seer tell him about Dee’s weaknesses. Torture was so easy for him. He’d learned at the foot of a master so many centuries before. He knew exactly how to make prey break.

  The demon had broken for him. Two days, and she’d broken. But the whore had made one last prediction, right before he used his fangs to slice her throat wide open. “She’ll kill you when she rises. Drain you. Make you see the fires of hell.”

  Fear.

  As the demon had bled out, fear had trickled through him because the woman had been so certain.

  Death wasn’t an option for him. He knew what waited after this world. No, death wasn’t an option.

  He rolled his neck and shoved away the past. “Burn her,” he said again. Fire was always the easiest way to kill his kind. “Make sure Chase dies with her.” Simon Chase. A stupid mistake made by one of his blood.

  Some just weren’t meant for the darkness.

  A soft muffle reached him. Glancing back, he saw the new girl who’d been brought to him. Young, maybe eighteen. With bright red cheeks. A smile curved his lips. He could hear the fast drum of her heart.

  Some weren’t meant for the darkness.

  And some were.

  “You know where they are?” he asked, eyes on the girl. She stared back at him. No fear in her light gaze. Excitement. She knew what was coming.

  “We followed her the instant she left Night Watch.”

  “Good.” He licked his lips, already tasting his pleasure. “Then have her dead by dawn.”

  Simon raised a hand to his throat, and touched the blood that dripped down his neck. His pants were open, his cock out, and rising by the moment.

  Dee stared back at him, her eyes slowly changing from black to that deep chocolate he loved.

  Her mouth hung open. The tips of her fangs peeked at him.

  A vampire. A Born. The witch he’d sought had been right about her.

  He should probably lower his head. Do some dumbass bow or head incline like all the vamps did whenever a Born was close. A sign of subservience. Of submission.

  Because Borns could rip apart the Taken if they wanted.

  But he’d just let her take his throat and his body. And he’d taken her.

  Simon wasn’t exactly feeling real submissive right then.

  So he held her stare and knew that she felt the new link between them. A link she’d forged. Not him.

  Already, the call that had haunted his mind for weeks had begun to soften. It will work. He’d been right to think she was the key. Dee would be able to change the game, to give him back his life.

  Well, what was left of it, anyway.

  She stumbled to her feet. Grabbed her jeans. Jerked them up. No panties. He’d remember that. Her curls disappeared beneath the denim. Pity.

  Setting his shoulders, he began to rise.

  But fell right back on his ass.

  “Simon?”

  Weak, in front of her. Because of her. “Give me a minute.”

  Her footsteps creaked across the wood. “I took too much.” Not a question.

  But he managed a nod anyway.

  She edged closer to him. “I-I—didn’t mean to hurt you.”

  She hadn’t. The woman had given him one hell of a rush with her mouth and then the tight clasp of her creamy sex had driven him close to begging.

  “What can I do?”

  He looked up at her. Standing over him, blond hair mussed, always mussed, eyes so steady and…afraid? Dee? Since when did that woman fear anything? She’d stared straight at death with her eyes wide open and never flinched.

  While he’d been so scared he’d almost bitten her. Because what if the witch had been wrong? Losing Dee hadn’t been an option for him. The woman wasn’t a pawn anymore. Hadn’t been, maybe from that first night.

  She was…everything.

  Not that she’d believe him. Not when she found out the secrets he’d kept.

  His eyes began to drift closed.

  “Simon!”

  The crack in her voice had his lashes lifting. So beautiful. Had he seen the beauty the first moment? Or the strength?

  “What do you need?” She asked again.

  The last part of the puzzle. Careful. Had to be so careful here. “Blood.”

  Her delicate jaw worked.

  He let his shoulders slump. Not really hard with the weakness spreading through him, weighing down his limbs.

  “You drink, then you explain, got me? Everything, everything.” She held out her arm, turned it, and exposed her wrist with the thin line of blue veins visible just beneath the surface.

  He’d be her first.

  His hands shook when he reached for her wrist. The shaking was from the blood loss, of course, just that. His fingers curled around her flesh and brought her offering close. Eyes on her, he opened his mouth and sank his teeth deep.

  Fuck. His tongue slid along her wrist and the blood flowed into his mouth. Sweet, so damn sweet. A wild rush poured through him at her taste. His cock jerked, his muscles strained, and power, wild, rich power, heated his body.

  Nothing like a Born’s blood. That was the whisper. The rumor. Blood straight from a Born was power. Pure power.

  Her breath caught and her eyes began to darken once again. The scent of blood hung in the air between them, but Simon’s nostrils widened and he caught the heavier aroma of her slick cream.

  “Enough.” Her whisper.

  One more swipe of his tongue, then a press of his lips, and Simon pulled back.

  Her chest rose and fell quickly. “What the hell am I doing?”

  Getting ready to change the world.

  Simon rose, too easily this time. He righted his clothes, hard that, with his dick bobbing toward her. But he’d promised Dee answers, and from here on out, he’d be keeping his word to her.

  “I didn’t change you in that alley.” Her chin tipped back as she stared up at him. His neck throbbed from her bite and his body burned for her. Always, for her. “And I damn well didn’t let any of those other bastards touch you.”

  The understanding was in her eyes, but Dee shook her head.

  Time for some brutal truth. “Do you know how long it’s been since a new Born came into the world?”

  Her lips trembled. “Borns are ancient. There haven’t been any for thousands of years. They were some kind of geneti
c mutation. A messed-up mutation that gave rise to the vamps.”

  To us. “What all do you know about Borns?”

  The fingers of her right hand rubbed the wrist he’d bitten. Slow, steady strokes that she didn’t even seem to be aware of making. “I hunt vampires. I know everything there is to know—both about the Born and the Taken.”

  “Not everything,” he said, voice soft.

  Eyes narrowing, she snapped, “They’re young. I mean the Born change young. They’re strong. Stronger physically and psychically than the Taken. They can—they can control other vampires. Summon those in the line they create.”

  Points for her. Time for hell. “Those vampires came to your home all those years ago for a reason, Dee. It wasn’t some random attack.”

  “No, they wanted blood. They didn’t care who they hurt—”

  “They came for you.”

  She paled. “What are you saying?”

  “I’m saying that about sixteen years ago, a level-nine demon made a prediction.” She’d been the strongest precognitive alive. Of course, after her prediction, the demon’s body had been found, minus her head.

  One less precog demon around.

  “The demon said a new Born was in the world, and that one day, she’d change, just like the others had changed so long ago.” Not so subtle emphasis on the she.

  Dee’s lips parted. “No.”

  No sympathy. No remorse. “The vampires came to your home because you were the predicted Born. They had to kill you while you were young, before you could change.”

  “No.”

  The air seemed to thicken around him. “They were under orders not to drain you. They were supposed to cut your head off.” No chance of her changing that way. “They weren’t sure when you’d transform, and the bastard leading them didn’t want to take any chances.”

  She backed up a step. “Stop this! This is bullshit, I don’t—”

  “They killed your family because they wanted you to be alone. Helpless.”

  A tear leaked from the corner of her eye. Blood red. Borns always cried tears of blood. “If what you’re saying is true, why didn’t they come back and kill me? Why let me keep living all these years?”

  “At first, because you disappeared.” And because Grim had killed his all-seeing demon. No one had been around to tell him where to find a missing girl. “Then Pak took you in.” Most vamps knew better than to cross him. “Others did come for you, but by then, it was too late. You’d learned to kill, and you were ready for the change.”

  “Ready? Ready how? Simon, I don’t—”

  Now he did lift his hand. His fingers brushed over her face. The clean, smooth lines of her face. She should have seen this for herself. “You stopped aging.”

  She swallowed.

  In her thirties, but she looked like she was in her early twenties. The woman hadn’t even realized it. She’d been too busy fighting. He cleared his throat. “You probably began to heal faster from your injuries, too, didn’t you? And killing, I bet it became easier.”

  “So much easier.” A bit of sadness.

  “You didn’t transform fully because you were still alive.” Tricky part here. “You couldn’t become a vampire until your human self died.” A little rule not everyone knew.

  Her lashes fell. “Like I did in that alley.”

  No denial now. She just sounded tired. Sick.

  “Yes.”

  She swiped away the tear and left a smudge of red on her cheek. “Why should I believe this crap? Why should I believe you? You’ve been lying to me from the beginning.”

  “Yes.” Again, a simple response.

  She growled at him. He shouldn’t have, really shouldn’t have, but Simon found that small growl sexy.

  “This could be some kind of sickass mind game you’re playing with me.”

  “Could be, but it isn’t.”

  Her hands went to her narrow hips. “Then how do you know all this? How do you know?”

  His gaze drifted over her face. He suspected she knew this, but he’d tell her anyway. If she wanted the words, he’d give them to her, and he’d brace for her attack. “Because I’m blood linked to the Born Master who killed your family. And from the moment I became a vampire, I’ve known there was a bounty on your head.”

  The hunter—she didn’t know it, but all along, she’d been the prey. Prey who’d taken down every vamp who’d come for her.

  And who’d made the Born bastard afraid.

  Dee drew back her fist, and Simon knew the punch would be hard. He probably deserved it, though, all things considered.

  Before the blow could land, a long, loud whistle split the night.

  Dee spun toward the front of the house. “This is not my night—” She froze. “Tell me that’s not gasoline.”

  But it was. The scent was thick and heavy in the air, because some bastards were out there, getting ready to torch the house, to torch them. “They followed you.”

  “What?” Her claws were out. Not as long or deadly as a shifter’s, but still able to do a whole lot of damage. “No way, I’m always careful.”

  He shoved past her and headed into the small den. The gasoline scent was stronger here. Not much time. “You weren’t careful enough.”

  “Simon—”

  Something flew through the already broken front window. A Molotov cocktail. Shit. “Dee! Get the hell out!”

  More burning bottles. They slammed into the floor. Into the walls. Into the broken remains of his prized TV.

  Then the flames sprang up like greedy bitches, racing across the floor and devouring everything in their path.

  Trying to burn us out. No, just trying to burn them. He grabbed Dee and shoved her back into the bedroom. The flames chased them. The smoke thickened the air and he tasted ash on his tongue. He could see flames through the blinds on his window. Tall, dancing, red flames. They’d surrounded the house. Smart assholes. They’d circled the house with a ring of fire before sending the flames inside.

  The better to trap them.

  Vampires and fire didn’t mix. He’d seen too many of his brethren fall to the flames.

  It wouldn’t happen to them. Not to Dee. He grabbed the tangled covers from the bed.

  Dee jumped up and kicked the glass from his window. No fresh air came in, just more billowing smoke.

  She hurtled through the broken glass and Simon lunged right on her heels.

  Couldn’t see the sky. No stars. No moon. Only that hungry circle of flames, burning closer.

  “We’re surrounded.” Dee’s tight voice. And they were. The vamps had planned well, and he’d been so distracted by Dee that he’d let them get killing close.

  Won’t make that mistake again.

  They’d fed the flames, poured so much gas on the area that the air tasted rancid on his tongue.

  “Burn, bitch, burn.” The words echoed in the night, crackling above the flames.

  Not on his watch. He threw the covers over Dee, heard her grunt as he grabbed her and tossed her over his shoulder.

  Then he jumped through the flames.

  The fire bit his arms and licked across the side of his face. Touching hell. The white-hot pain seared him, singeing skin and lancing flash in the seconds it took to leap through the fire.

  They hit the ground. His arms were burning. The cover surrounding Dee blazed with fire. He rolled her, pounding at the fire, and the dirt flew around them.

  The pain—aw, fuck. He sucked in a breath, choked on smoke, and took the hot agony. Used it.

  Dee shoved out of the cover. “Simon, what the hell were you—”

  “Fucking bitch,” a snarl, too close.

  Simon’s head jerked up and he saw the vamps closing in. Four of them. The survivors from the alley.

  Shouldn’t have let them live. But his priority had been getting Dee the hell away from that place before any of the vamps had been able to make her death permanent.

  Mateo came in first. The big, thick Italian was at le
ast a century old, and he had one serious addiction to pain—giving it and hearing the screams of his prey.

  He came at Dee, the claws of his left hand swinging toward her neck even as he brought up his right hand, a hand that Simon knew would be clutching a stake in that bulging fist.

  “No! Dee, watch out!”

  She twisted, her legs still partially trapped in the smoking covers as she fought to rise.

  Simon jumped in front of her, and Mateo’s claws sank into his chest.

  Shit. His teeth snapped together. Oh, but the bastard had been begging for a killing for far too long.

  He slammed his head into the vamp’s. Handy little trick he’d learned from Dee.

  But Mateo just laughed and that stake came up even as the claws twisted in Simon’s chest.

  Okay, a little help would be good right then. “Dee!”

  Mateo’s eyes widened. His lips opened, a high keening cry gurgling up in his throat.

  Then he slumped forward.

  Simon looked over the stiff man’s body. Saw Dee. Saw her jerk the wooden stake from Mateo’s back. “Don’t worry, I got the heart.”

  Uh, yeah, he bet she had.

  He wrenched the vamp’s hand and the claws ripped from his chest.

  Pain blasted through him.

  Take it. Use it.

  Simon didn’t look down at his body. Couldn’t. Not then. If he saw the damage…

  “What are they waiting on?” Dee whispered.

  His head shot up. The other three vampires stood less than five feet away. Their claws were out, their fangs glinting in the firelight.

  He knew them all, just as he’d known Mateo.

  Katya, the Russian vampiress, an ex-mob boss’s lover. She’d gutted the fool who’d loved her.

  Vince, the newbie who’d turned less than a year before. So much bloodlust there, burning in his eyes.

  And Leo, tall and dark, standing and waiting with that damn twisted grin on his face.

  Waiting, all of them, just waiting.

  “Who the hell are you assholes?” Dee demanded and damn if the woman didn’t put herself in front of him.

  Aw, well, wasn’t that sweet. But, considering the way he was starting to waver on his feet, maybe it was necessary, too.

  “We’re the welcome wagon, sweetheart.” From Leo. He crossed his arms, raked his gaze over her, and seemed to ignore the flames.