Cashing Out

by SM Reine

  Cashing Out

  Dana McIntyre Must Die: Book Three

  S M Reine

  Copyright © 2017 by S M Reine

  DM3-v1.0

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  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  About the Author

  1

  Las Vegas, Nevada—July 2034

  It never rained all that much in Las Vegas. Shannon had done some reading on the subject before leaving the house, so she knew this for a fact.

  According to the North American Union’s weather surveys, Vegas only accrued four inches of rain over the entirety of the year; in July alone, there might be two days of precipitation, amounting to a half-inch total.

  A half-inch of rain didn’t sound like much. Certainly not enough for Shannon’s best friend, Melissa, to throw a fit about how unsafe the sewers were when it was overcast. “It’s going to rain, and the sewers are going to flood, and we’re going to fucking die,” Melissa said. She was a pretty blond, the kind you saw in catalogs. Though catalog models never looked as freaked out as she did. They also seldom explored dripping, odiferous sewer systems. “We’re going to die!”

  “Shut up, Mel,” Shannon said. “You’re giving me a headache.”

  “And you are giving me muddy boots! You said it wouldn’t be muddy down here because it’s too dry!” She shook her foot, but it wasn’t enough to dislodge the muck from the suede.

  “Who cares about your stupid boots? We’re going to find ourselves some vampires on this trip before we go home—real vampires—and I don’t care if we have to belly-crawl through literal shit to do it!”

  Shannon and Melissa had been in town for an entire week without having close encounters of the vampire kind. A whole week! No vampires!

  Everyone had said it was a bad idea to take trips to Las Vegas these days. They said there was a gang war between vampires and hunters. Shannon’s mom had made it sound like vacationing in a war zone.

  The idea had gotten Shannon excited like literally nothing else ever had.

  Skydiving, zip-lining, and deep-sea diving with questionable equipment had never given her the thrill she experienced at the idea of running into some vampire war.

  It turned out to be all hype.

  She’d dragged Melissa to the tables at a vampire casino called Judex every night, hoping to cross paths with some pasty-skinned goth-looking hunk of a dead guy. They’d seen lots of pasty people. Every freaking bartender looked as though they hadn’t been outdoors in the last century. But aside from the occasional flash of fang, which totally could have been artificial, nothing had happened to Melissa and Shannon.

  Male revues with vampires? They were identical to Chippendales, which were a yawn a minute. Dark cirque-like shows? So boring. Those closed-room murder mystery things? Never saw a single member of the undead. They were all actors.

  Shannon had gotten so fed up with her stupid boring trip that she’d asked the concierge at Judex about it.

  “I’m sure every vampire you’ve seen is a Paradisos member,” the concierge had said. The name on her tag was Nunziatina, and she was so pale that her mahogany hair looked almost black by comparison. “All vampires in Clark County are part of the murder.”

  “Really? Really?” Shannon had given Nunziatina The Look. The one that she usually gave retail staff about ten seconds before demanding to speak with the manager. “I heard so much about all the vampire experiences available, and nothing has actually happened to me. Like drinking blood! Why hasn’t anyone tried to drink my blood?”

  “It’s illegal for vampires to drink from humans, ma’am. Only synthetic blood is used by Paradisos. If you’re interested in vampire experiences, there’s a male revue—”

  Shannon had interrupted her with a huge fit, summoned a manager, and demanded an authentic vampire experience.

  Nothing had come of that except that she’d had drinks comped for one night.

  She and Melissa would be flying home the next day, and they hadn’t even been nibbled on.

  “There’s just got to be somewhere cleaner than this with vampires in it,” Melissa moaned. “Like, bars? Some kind of off-Strip location that isn’t so sterilized?”

  Thunder rolled above them, and Shannon heard a faint rush of water. It echoed from elsewhere in the sewers. The only thing Shannon saw was extra water dribbling down the walls.

  “Oh gods!” Melissa froze, ears perked. “We have to get out of here!”

  Shannon rolled her eyes. “It won’t rain that much. Like a half-inch, max. Probably less. It’ll barely even touch your boots.”

  “It’ll be a lot more than a half-inch if it all gets diverted down here! We’ll drown!”

  “Look, this is where that guy said we could find vampires,” Shannon said. “If you want your vacation dollars going to waste, then fine. You can leave. But we came here looking to get a bite, and gods dammit all, I’m going to get a bite!”

  “You sure are,” said a male voice. A vampire emerged from a tunnel tangential to theirs.

  “Maximillian!” Shannon’s heart flip-flopped with delight. “That was your name, right?” They’d met in a bar called Valhalla after Shannon’s disappointing encounter with Judex management. Maximillian had overheard her lamentations. He’d bought her a drink and told her where the cool vampires could be found.

  “That’s right, princess,” Maximillian said. “Who’s this radiant dove with you?”

  “This is my friend Melissa! I told you all about her. How she’s got, you know…the vampire fetish. Just like me.”

  Melissa was probably blushing, but it was impossible to tell in the darkness. Both of them had a serious boner for the undead, though. She craved the thrill as much as Shannon did.

  “It’s a pleasure,” Maximillian purred.

  Melissa gasped when he took her hand, brushing his lips over her knuckles. “Holy hell.”

  “So where are the others?” Shannon asked.

  Maximillian smiled to expose multiple sharp teeth. The front four teeth, the canines, probably some in the back. They made him look more like a tiger than the sexy vampires Shannon had seen in movies. “Others?”

  “I’m not getting drank from by the same guy as Melissa. That’s weird. We don’t do weird stuff like that,” she said.

  He slunk around them, and Shannon took a reflexive step backward. Closer to the tunnel Maximillian had come from, which seemed to be flooding. The sound of rain was becoming progressively louder, echoing all around her like she was inside a drum beaten by a dozen players.

  “You don’t get to make demands, little sheep,” he said.

  Her heart leaped. There was that adrenaline she wanted. Maximillian’s toothy grin got a lot sexier once he kicked off the really intimidating behaviors. “Can we save the villain monologue until we’re with the others?” Shannon asked. “Make this a real party, you know?”

  “What others?” the vampire asked.

  Adrenaline spiked harder, but Shannon laughed. “I’m serious. Let’s go.”

  Melissa wa
sn’t laughing. “I don’t think there are others.”

  “I told you the truth,” Maximillian said. “Vampires who don’t obey Paradisos law do hang out down here in the sewers. Right now, I’m the only one here. Even the law-breaking vampires would report me for what I’m about to do.”

  The only words that Shannon got out were, “What are you—”

  Then she was slammed into the wall.

  Maximillian had shoved her against the tunnel juncture. Its corner jabbed hard into her spine, much harder than when Shannon’s parachute had deployed at the wrong time during a skydive.

  In that pain, Shannon found clarity.

  I don’t want this to happen to me.

  All those other things she’d done chasing the high of adrenaline—she’d always known she would survive them. She’d been confident in her skills, and her control.

  She’d made a mistake with Maximillian. She had no control.

  Shannon landed in the water, and chilly muck flooded all the way up to mid-thigh, her elbows. Her back hurt so badly. If she went under the surface of the sewer’s sludge, she wasn’t sure she’d get up again.

  Melissa screamed. She had a great horror-movie scream. She used to get cast as an extra on cop shows for that exact reason. Girl who discovers body, girl who gets killed by bad cop, girl who witnesses crime. On and on. She made a decent living as a featured extra with a scream like that.

  It cut off when Maximillian’s head snapped forward, biting down on her throat.

  No more screaming. No more acting career.

  No more life if Shannon didn’t do something.

  She clawed into shallower water and fumbled for her cell phone.

  “I don’t party with other vampires,” Maximillian hissed, yanking Shannon off of her feet. He had one woman in each hand. When Shannon kicked, the only thing she managed to do was toe Melissa’s shin.

  “Not like this,” Shannon wheezed. “Don’t do this to us!”

  Maximillian cackled. “What, do you think you get to choose how this works? You asked for a close encounter of the vampire kind, and a close encounter’s what you’ve got. This is how you die.” His mouth opened wider. His jaw unhinged.

  Shannon’s scream wasn’t as good as Melissa’s, but it was the best of her life.

  Given all of Dana McIntyre’s current options, dying seemed to be the best of them.

  The problem was that she didn’t have an easy way to die at the moment.

  Sure, she was being swept along in a sewer flooding with the most recent of Nevada’s gullywashers. Dana’s head hadn’t broken the surface for at least a good ten minutes. There wasn’t even a surface to break, for that matter—this part of the sewer system was full. She kept bumping against the concrete arches at the top of the tunnel. That was what it felt like, anyway. She didn’t bother trying to swim or open her eyes or anything because she didn’t care.

  Dana didn’t need to breathe. She couldn’t drown; she was already dead.

  She wished she were a whole lot deader, though.

  There is no cure.

  Weeks had passed since Dana was bitten by Achlys, a master vampire. She’d been injected with venom. Flooded with it. Dana should have fallen on a wooden stake the instant she’d realized what happened.

  Instead, she’d dared to hope. If she hadn’t hoped, then she could have died with honor.

  Now she was damned.

  As horrible as it was to be among the effluence of the sewers, it wasn’t as horrible as the moment human blood had flooded her mouth. Innocent blood. Police officer blood. Enough blood for Dana’s body to finish the process of converting into a vampire.

  She could feel herself changing. Emotion drained away with the last hints of body temperature. The urge to move…gone. Her teeth felt so sharp in her mouth.

  Dana hit a wall, and the water sloshed onward without her. She shored up on a cement outcropping, soggy and heavy. The triadist necklace she wore was glimmering a couple inches in front of her nose, out of focus. She couldn’t distinguish the elaborate lines on the rune and didn’t care to.

  Why? she wondered.

  She’d always been good to the gods. Better than she was to anyone else. If most folks tried to tell Dana to jump, she’d tell them to jump off a fucking bridge. When the gods told her to jump, she jumped. She jumped and kept jumping until they said she didn’t need to anymore.

  She owed her whole gods-damned life to those gods, and they’d let this happen to her anyway. The bite, the change. Now this.

  “Why?” Dana asked, out loud this time. Her voice was so croaky. She had never felt so dried out in her life even though she was still halfway submerged in sewer water. “What the fuck do you want from me?”

  The triadist charm had no answers for her, and no god descended from on high to bestow truth either.

  It felt like she’d been completely forgotten.

  Until she heard the scream.

  The sewers were already loud. Rain pattered. Thunder rolled. Water roared. The echoes alone might have been deafening to human ears, but the scream was still louder than everything else.

  Dana’s new instincts awakened at the sound of that scream.

  Thirsty. Very thirsty.

  She’d thought that the cravings had been bad enough when she’d been a blood virgin. Now it consumed her, from the innermost fibers of her leathery muscles to the dried-out sponge of her marrow and all the way to the tips of her fingers.

  Dana wanted to eat someone. A human.

  Those instincts brought her onto her feet, and even though she clutched the triadist charm hard enough for its corners to dig into her palm, she felt no pain. Just hunger.

  No. No, no, no. I cannot drink blood. I will not.

  Her rubber-soled boots made weird squishing noises when she staggered toward the scream.

  It was a woman. She sounded desperate, and the desperation made Dana so gods-damned hungry. “Don’t do this,” she growled to herself, clutching her stomach. “Anything but this.”

  But her body kept going.

  She lurched around the corner.

  There was another vampire in the tunnel. He pressed one woman against the wall. Another woman was lifted so that her toes dangled inches above the water.

  Dana’s vision was so good now that her transition completed. She could tell the splattering blood was fresh because its neon-cherry tones glowed brighter than everything else.

  Interestingly, this vampire was glowing in dim shades of crimson. He had been drinking human blood for a while.

  His teeth buried into one woman’s neck. Her cries became increasingly strangled.

  The screaming sounded good to Dana.

  No.

  Instinct was strong, but habit was stronger. She strode toward the vampire. Driftwood bumped into her right boot; she grabbed it, mindful of the splinters and the effect they would have if she let one sink into her dead skin.

  The other vampire only noticed her approach when she was a meter away. He tore away from his victim, shredding the skin under her jaw.

  “I didn’t invite company,” he said.

  Dana decided to move quickly, the way that Nissa had shown her.

  And then she was standing behind the vampire, her arm all the way through his chest, driftwood and her fingers jutting out his back. Slimy bone scraped her forearm. He had drunk enough blood that he was wet on the inside.

  The two human women fell to the sewer, landing in the water. They were crying. Scrambling toward the walls.

  “I made a mistake!” one sobbed.

  “I’d fucking say you did!” the other yelled.

  Dana twisted her arm inside of the vampire, watching as the women ran away, clutching at their throats.

  She let them go.

  They were wounded, bleeding, easy targets—and she let them go.

  Dana yanked free of the other vampire. He hit the ground, gurgling. Blood oozed out of his mouth. Out of his chest.

  She fell upon him with hunger.<
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  So gods-damned hungry.

  Dana sank her teeth into the cavity of his chest. She tore into him with her fangs, shredding open the skin, cracking bone, slurping up everything soft and squishy that was inside of him.

  As she drank, she felt better. Clearer.

  She felt…purposeful.

  This was secondhand human blood, run through a vampire’s body first. It was sludgy and thick and gross. About as unappetizing as a weight-loss shake. Its repulsiveness pleased Dana. She didn’t want to enjoy blood; she wanted it to taste like diarrhea so that she wouldn’t be tempted to drink more.

  When she finally lifted her head, the vampire was shriveling, the floodwaters were rising higher, and Dana’s triadist charm gleamed.

  She patted the vampire down to look for identification. She found a wallet with his ID inside.

  In one of his pockets, there was also a soggy flier for a nightclub.

  It was called Vampire Vegas. A Judex property.

  The sight of the Judex logo made hatred surge inside Dana.

  Judex was run by Nissa Royal—the vampire who had forced blood onto Dana, making her change into a monster whose arm could punch through another vampire’s spine. Nissa, who Dana had tried to help against all of her better senses, only to be betrayed.

  Nissa, who needed to die.

  “This is what you want, isn’t it?” she asked, wrapping her fingers around the triadist rune. She focused the words at the shiny metal. She imagined that they could penetrate the fabric of reality to reach the gods’ ears within the Infinite. “I need to go after this club. Vampire Vegas. I need to take down Nissa and Mohinder and all of the Paradisos, and you need me to be a vampire to do it.”

  Even though she didn’t get a response from the gods, she knew they heard her. Dana felt their approval in her bones.