Scarlet Dawn

by Megan J. Parker

  Megan J. Parker

  Scarlet Dawn

  Published by

  Lions’ Pride Press

  a division of

  Tiger Dynasty Publishing, LLC

  www.tigerdynastypublishing.com

  This is a work of fiction, Names, characters places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imaginations or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  If you purchased this book without a cover you should be aware that this book is stolen property. It was reported as “unsold and destroyed” to the publisher and neither the author nor the publisher has received any payment for this “stripped book.”

  Copyright © 2014 by Megan J. Parker

  Edited by Nathan Squiers for Tiger Dynasty Publishing

  Cover art by ShinyShadows (DeviantArt)

  Design by Eden Crane Designs

  ISBN-13: 978-1-940634-14-2

  ISBN-10: 1940634040

  Acknowledgements:

  I would like to thank EVERYONE who has stood by me since the first publication (and several re-releases) of Scarlet Night. While time progressed, I really appreciated the patience and dedication you all put forth for me!

  Also, a special thanks to my fiancé and fellow author, Nathan Squiers, for not only editing this bad boy but contributing to the backstory in “There and Back Again” as well as the dream chapter, “Lullaby of the Crucified” and “Closing In”. This sequel would not be the same without you!!

  This sequel is long past due (and, believe me, I appreciate the absence of ANY bomb mail appearing at my doorstep *deep breath*)…

  So, while I could sit here and spout all sorts of thanks to everyone who had a part in making this sequel come to fruition, let’s get to the good shit!

  THANK YOU & I HOPE YOU ENJOY! Xoxo

  Your one & only Scarlet Empress,

  †Megan J. Parker †

  Dedicated to all those who believe in the transcendence of love past the flesh and through the spirit.

  “I don’t know how to explain it. I just know that Zane is still out there somewhere.” Serena sighed and choked down the newest batch of synthetic blood, “Oh! Blech! Ahg! Sweet shit, Zoey! What’d you put in this one? Badger piss?”

  “Quit complaining and drink it,” Zoey sighed, not looking away from the file on their newest mission from The Council. “And I’m not questioning your instincts,” she retrieved the pen she’d tucked behind her ear, causing a wave of blue-dyed hair to fan across her face, “A part of me wants to believe that he’s still alive, too. But you’re letting it get in the way of what needs to be done.”

  “What needs to be done? Really?” Serena rolled her eyes and pulled the file away, “This is nothing more than another distraction! They’re just trying to swamp us with new assignments because they think I’m—”

  “Dangerously obsessed?” Zoey frowned, finally looking up at her.

  Serena growled and threw the file back on the table. “Dammit, Zoey, not you too!”

  The corners of Zoey’s eyes dropped as a wave of sympathy rolled off of her aura—the rippling energy signature matching her hair—and she wetted her lips before letting them part to—

  “No!” Serena aimed a stern index finger at her, “You will not do this to me. Not now! You know what they’re doing; keeping me busy just so I don’t…” She bit her lip, “Just so I don’t…”

  Zoey stepped over and wrapped her arms around her friend, “Just so you don’t do this to yourself.” She nodded, “And I thank them for that every day.”

  Ever since getting her power-hungry brother, Keith, arrested by The Council, the non-human government had recognized Serena as capable of handling the role of leader of her late-father’s clan. And while the respect was a refreshing change of pace, an unwelcome reunion with a bitch-vamp named Kristine from her past shortly after had taken her lover’s life and turned their victory into a bitter-sweet mess. However, never one to make anything simple, Zane’s “death” had only seemed to take his aura—his being—out of the picture and allowed for his old friend, Raith, to take control of his body; a bizarre turn of events that now forced Serena to see Zane on a daily basis while still being expected to believe that he was gone.

  And the whole ordeal was most certainly taking its toll.

  Though she would never admit it to Zoey—not that it mattered, since the auric vampire’s psychic abilities could spot that little detail easily—Serena was suffering, and The Council’s distractions were probably the only thing keeping her sane.

  Still…

  She shivered as she imagined Zane’s mismatched, silver-and-blue gaze and the flash of that devious grin of his that always made her toes curl. And the way his fingers…

  “Earth to Serena,” Zoey called as she waved her hand in front of Serena’s face. “Hey, airhead, you in there?”

  “Yeah,” Serena nodded, “Sorry, just got lost in thought.”

  “About what?” Zoey frowned.

  Knowing that the subject of Zane would only result in more nauseating pity and even more lectures, Serena put up a psychic shield to hide her thoughts and forced a wicked grin that she’d all-but trained herself to wear by that point. “This delicious hunk of yes-ness I saw in the latest Vogue. He was a hottie-hot-hottie!” Serena winked to sell the lie, “Oh, Zoey, the things I would do…”

  “That’s fine! I trust you, Serena! I don’t need to hear about the things you’d do. I’m still not fully recovered from that cayenne pepper scenario you chose to share,” Zoey chuckled as she moved the file back towards Serena, “Now, are you ready to get some work done?”

  Serena fought the urge to bite her lip and nodded, “Hell yea!”

  Zoey smiled and pointed to the intel on the page. “Here’s what The Council has so far on the rogue outlaw.”

  Serena sighed, studying the page and taking in the grainy, black-and-white picture that a poorly positioned security camera had captured.

  “This?” Serena shook her head at the picture, “This stooge is the rogue that’s eluded capture for so long? He’s just a therion! Bait a damn bear trap with a Milk Bone and—oh… sorry, Zoey.”

  Her friend’s aura whipped about in irritation as she shot a glare up at her.

  “I take it back, okay? Therions… they have their charm,” Serena offered an apologetic tug on Zoey’s shoulder. “After all, Isaac couldn’t have scored a babe like you if he wasn’t a gentleman, right? Though I have heard that—”

  Zoey cleared her throat, “The mission, Serena!”

  “Oh, right,” Serena giggled, nudging her friend once more before scanning over the file again. “Axle Travers: last seen… huh,” Serena looked over her shoulder at a large map of the city they’d tacked to the wall, “That’s only two hours from here. Why did we JUST get this file now? These cases are dated from several months ago!”

  “Yeah, I guess he’d been quiet lately.” Zoey shrugged, flipping through the pages before finally pulling a few of the last pages free and holding them up, “At least until recently.”

  “Okay, so what did this big, bad boy do recently to get The Council’s panties in a bunch after such a long time of ‘who gives a shit’?” Serena frowned.

  Zoey shrugged, “Near as I can tell: he moved.”

  Serena frowned, “Huh?”

  Zoey nodded, “No new charges. Just some intel on a shift in whereabouts. See: an informant spotted him in our district about a week ago.”

  “Doing what?” Serena quirked an eyebrow.

  “Uhm…” Zoey ran her fingertip over the report for a moment, “Buying a half-gallon of milk, I guess.” She shrugged, “It doesn’t look like he’s done anything suspicious, but The Council seems conv
inced that, because of his history, he might be up to something.”

  Serena looked back at the picture, “So they want us to keep an eye on the stray dog just because he has a history of biting?”

  Zoey sighed, “Though I’m not thrilled with your choice of metaphors, that would appear to be the case. However, there has been a rise in robberies and a few cases of arson since he was reported to have arrived, but The Council isn’t interested in the affairs of the humans’ laws.”

  “So even if he is the one responsible, The Council won’t give two wet shits about it?” Serena frowned, “Doesn’t a thieving therion register even as a blip on their radar?”

  Zoey shook her head, “Not with what I’ve heard. Apparently they’ve got their hands full with a bunch of bodies that have been popping up with that Stryker-kid’s name on them. Literally!”

  “Mmm! That boy is a little cutey, though,” Serena chuckled, “Wouldn’t mind showing him a thing-or—”

  “Really, Serena? Really? Is sex the only thing you think about?” Zoey shook her head, motioning back to the file. “Can we get back to the point? Remember: thieving therion?”

  “Oh, right. Him…” Serena smirked, “Well then, I can only hope that he decides that good behavior isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.”

  “You want him to bring trouble into our area?” Zoey frowned up at her.

  Serena nodded, “You bet! If this little crotch-sniffer stirs up more trouble, then The Council’s gonna want results! I give them the results—bring in this unobtainable rogue—and they’ll see that I’m not the nutcase that everyone”—she shot a look at Zoey—“seems to think I am. Then maybe they’ll give me the support I need to finally track down that bitch Kristine and—”

  “And continue this man-hunt for Zane?” Zoey turned to face her. “And what if he is gone, Serena; really, really gone!”

  Serena growled, “Then I’ll rip that murdering bitch apart!”

  “What makes you so sure she’s even still even alive?” Zoey frowned, “You and Raith… well, you weren’t merciful.”

  “Yea, but the stupid cunt slipped away before we could finish the job,” Serena growled, “And she made damn sure to mask her aura and her trail when she did. She might be a scabby twat-rag, but she’s clever enough to stay hidden and stubborn enough to not die.”

  “Well if it makes any difference to you, I think Raith shares your sentiments. He wasn’t at all pleased with her escape, either,” Zoey shrugged. “Whether or not he got control of the body from it, he was Zane’s friend. I’m sure he’s every bit as furious at Kristine for attacking him. At least the Maledictus hasn’t been active since he’s taken control.”

  Serena bit her lip, “Any idea why that might be? Or why he was even in Zane’s body in the first place?”

  Zoey shook her head, “It all seems to have something to do with the curse that was put on Zane, but any memories that Raith might have aren’t presenting themselves.”

  “Have you actually looked?” Serena looked over, “I mean truly tried to probe Raith’s mind?”

  Zoey frowned, “You can’t ask me to invade somebody’s privacy to that extent, Serena. I’ve only scanned him deep enough to know that he doesn’t mean us any harm.” She blushed and looked away, “And that his feelings for Nikki are sincere.”

  “Him and Nikki…” Serena sneered, shuddering at the memory of seeing Zane’s body—freshly “possessed” by his old friend—locked in an embrace with their taroe comrade and…

  “I know. I wasn’t expecting that either,” Zoey sighed.

  Serena clenched her fists, “Maybe if those two would quit being lovey-dovey long enough to explain anything then we might find Zane.”

  Zoey bit her lip, “And then maybe you’ll stop putting holes in your bedroom walls every time they’re together?”

  Serena felt her fangs begin to extend and she growled, “If I find out they’re bumping nasties I’m gonna—”

  “Serena!” Zoey took her wrist in her left hand and Serena felt the flood of anger begin to numb, “Whether you like it or not you need to remember that that isn’t Zane.”

  “It’s…” Serena struggled to keep her thoughts focused even as Zoey’s auric efforts calmed her boiling mind, “It’s still… his body.”

  Zoey nodded, “And we’ll deal with the situation when the time comes, but in the meantime…” She slowly withdrew her hand when she saw that Serena’s mind was calm.

  Serena offered a thankful nod. “In the meantime, we keep ourselves busy,” she looked back down at the papers, grinning at the picture of Axle; their newest assignment. Her newest distraction. “What do you say we go find this Axle guy and see if we can’t stir up some fun?”

  Zoey smiled and nodded, “I love that idea… but can I ask for one little, itsy-bitsy favor?”

  “What's up, Zoe?” Serena grinned, already beginning to pull on her steel-toed boots.

  Zoey blushed, “Can I drive?”

  “Oh god… oh god… OH GO—Why did I let you talk me into letting YOU drive again?” Zoey cried out as Serena downshifted into a squealing drift that carried the green convertible across two lanes of oncoming traffic. Halfway through the turn, Serena threw the clutch and floored the gas pedal, sending them rocketing forward between an eighteen-wheeler and a honking Jeep before she jerked the wheel and returned the car to the right side of the road. “Dear Jesus! Blessed Buddha! Humble Shiva! Sweet Satan… SOMEBODY—ANYBODY—SAVE ME!!”

  “Because you KNOW you actually have fun with me driving! Come on, Zoey! Let loose for once!” Serena laughed as she quickly moved to the right land and swerved across two lanes onto their exit.

  “C-can’t you slow down just a litt—AH SHIT!” Zoey cried, grabbing hold of edge of the windshield and whimpering, “Why did you have to get a convertible?”

  Serena smirked, “Because it’s fun to see you flail without an ‘oh shit’ handle to grab hold of! Too bad Isaac’s not here; I hear he’s got quite an ‘oh shit’ ha—”

  Zoey’s eyes widened, “KEEP YOUR EYES ON THE ROAD!”

  Serena swerved around the oncoming car and slipped back into her lane without taking her eyes off her friend, “You’re too tense, you know that, right?”

  Making it into the more populated area of the city, Serena slowed the car and began to look around the streets.

  “You said they’d be in this area, Zoey. Where do I turn now?” She scanned the sleepy business district, the towering buildings—dark and vacant—providing no sign of any sort of activity; mythos or otherwise. Sighing, Serena turned onto another street.

  “Wait! Did you hear that?” Zoey frowned.

  Focusing her superhuman ears, Serena picked up on the squeal of an alarm in the distance and she smirked, “Good ear, Zoe!”

  Zoey bit her lip, “Does this mean…?”

  “Oh you know it, sister!” Serena howled excitedly as she hit the gas and spun in the direction of the sound.

  Zoey cried out as Serena weaved in and out of the lighter traffic filled areas. Zoey screamed as they sailed through two red lights and nearly collided with a pickup truck.

  “What a rush!” Serena smirked, turning the wheel as they made it to the source and she slammed the brakes. The convertible’s tires shrieked louder than the alarm as it came to an abrupt stop and Serena threw it in park before vaulting over the door and turning to wait on her friend.

  Zoey, still dizzy and disoriented from the ride, slowly opened her side and stepped out of the car on shaky legs. “Go get ‘em, Serena,” she waved her friend on as she began to catch her breath, leaning on the car for support, “I’m… uh, I’m right behind ya… oh god, I think I’m gonna puke.”

  Serena smirked and nodded, sprinting through the open door and into the dark interior of the building. Seeing no immediate cause of the alarms, she cast out her aura and began to scan the rooms for any sign of the intruders.

  “Looking for someone, toots?” A voice called from behind and the sound of heavy fo
otsteps followed.

  “Yea, some friends of mine were worried about a stray dog that’s been wandering about,” Serena turned and glared, recognizing Axle Travers from the photo in his file. As far as dirty rogues went, he was surprisingly handsome; a definite step-up from the eyesore mythos lawbreakers Serena usually had to deal with. With a pair of gleeful, animalistic green eyes that gazed out from under a mat of shaggy, dirty-blond hair all atop a face that was deliciously boyish-yet-chiseled, he certainly was in a league of his own. He wore nothing but a greasy tank-top that might have passed for white at one time and a baggy pair of even more greasy jeans. She frowned, realizing she was staring for a moment and—extending a half-hearted appreciation for Zoey’s accusation of her sex-starved mind—forced herself to look away from his features and down at his hand.

  “So what’s in the bag?” Serena frowned, “More greasy laundry? On your way to the laundromat?”

  “We were,” Axle smirked and shrugged, “but then we remembered that we’d left our quarters at home and we didn’t have any bills to break. So… well, you know how it is.”

  Serena sneered, “Stealing money? Really? What would you need money for anyway?”

  Axle pouted, “You don’t believe my laundry story?”

  “Did you really expect me to?” Serena pursed her lips.

  “Hmm… I guess not,” he shrugged. “Fair enough, I suppose.” He paused to take her in, his eyes lighting up as he made no effort to hide his ogling, “Though I might be persuaded to be a little more… umm, cooperative…” He stepped forward giving her a teasing wink.

  “How’s this for persuasion?” Serena jumped forward, slamming her booted foot into his stomach.

  He growled and stumbled back before catching himself and narrowing his eyes. “You broke my smolder!” He grinned slightly, however his eyes still held the pain he was in from her kick.

  “Yea, I guess this is kinda an off-day for you. Now, I’m going to relieve you of that heavy burden, and then I’m gonna bring you in for The Council to deal with,” she grinned, stepping forward and going to reach for the bag of money.