by H. D. Gordon
H. D. spends her time with family, eating desserts, and taking strolls by the sea.
She resides in southern New Jersey—which she insists is really quite lovely.
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Story Summary
When her home is attacked by murderous vampires, Alexa Montgomery is forced to leave her mother for dead in order to save her sister.
She soon learns that she is the last known member of an elite race of supernatural warriors, and is thrust into a world full of vampires and werewolves who all seem to regard her as some sort of savior.
Meanwhile, Alexa battles a monster within herself that seeks to gain control—a monster that seeks blood.
The hidden city she finds herself in appears perfect, but Alexa's instincts tell her that all is not right within its walls. When she is asked to attend a school of fighters, whose exams consist of gladiator-style competitions, she must decide who she can trust among the smiling faces.
And, when she meets Kayden, a vampire she feels undeniably drawn to, she must decide if she can trust herself.
Blood Warrior is the first book in The Alexa Montgomery Series.
Chapter 1
It wasn’t dead when I found it.
I’m not even sure what drew me to the window in the first place. But I went. I suppose I should have, even could have walked away at that point… let nature take its course. But I didn’t.
Its neck was broken. Its wings outstretched and feathers splayed in a way more peacock than blackbird. I pushed open the window, having almost forgotten its deceitful boundary, though the glass was stained where the two had collided.
And then I tilted, just bent my upper body so I was leaning over it. It was in pain. No, I couldn’t be sure of this, and yet, I was. I think the eyes captured me, held me there until the option of walking away had faded, leaving me with no choice at all.
I backpedaled, reached out a calloused and cracked hand, and grabbed Capote off my desk. Returning to the window, I raised the hardcover.
My hesitation was brief, but present. The bird lay wounded beyond repair. And, somehow, I thought I knew what it wanted, what I would want were I the broken blackbird.
Or maybe I justified certain wants with inferred ones. Either way, it was the right thing. I took no pleasure in watching something suffer. Nor would I let it.
The book fell at exactly the same moment the door opened.
Chapter 2
My mother entered the room, and I reluctantly turned to face her. I had been in a good mood. I didn’t particularly want to change that. But there she stood, and that meant she had a reason. She never visited for a simple chat.
Her eyes flicked briefly to the window. If I hadn’t been watching, I would’ve missed it. She didn’t comment. She didn’t ask about the lone black feather sticking out from under Capote. She just gestured to the bed, and I took a seat.
She carried the makeup in her hand, and I refused to wince as she applied it none too gently to my eye.
“There,” she said, leaning back to examine her work.
I blinked a couple times to clear my vision and went to study myself in the mirror. My black eye was still visibly swollen, but at least the foundation she’d applied covered up some of the bruising. I stared at myself, almost ignoring the fact that I’d become reasonably comfortable with this routine.
“Thanks,” I mumbled.
It was all I ever said to her when this happened, and it occurred to me that it was strange to be thanking her for covering up an injury she had caused. Still, I had learned long ago to enjoy these moments with her. These moments when I could almost believe her when she said it was necessary for me to endure the physical pain she inflicted.
“Now go,” she said, snapping me out of my thoughts. “Or you’ll be late for school.”
I nodded and grabbed my loaded backpack off its hook as I headed out the door.
“Hey, wait!” my little sister, Nelly, called from upstairs.
I was tempted to shut the door behind me and head off without her, but I knew that would only piss off my mother. I suppose that’s why I was tempted. I felt good this morning, stronger. And I realized much later this probably had something to do with the blackbird.
As it was, my mother shot me a warning look as I stood in the open doorway and waited impatiently for Nelly. A few moments later, she came running down the stairs with her backpack in tow. I rolled my eyes as I took in her usual perfect and prim appearance. Her golden-brown hair hung perfectly straight across her shoulders, and her makeup was light and tasteful. We were both very pretty, but most of the time I couldn’t help but feel mildly jealous of her. I had my reasons. Believe me.
She was wearing a baby-blue button-down blouse and light-colored jeans. I looked down at my wrinkled T-shirt and sweatpants. Mom always got her the good stuff. At least the pants fit me nicely.
“Don’t you look pretty?” I said. “Can we go now?”
This earned another glare from my mother, which I pointedly ignored by pushing the hair that had fallen out of my sloppy ponytail off my face.
Nelly just smiled genuinely and swept past me through the open door. It was childish, but I sighed and rolled my eyes again. Nelly certainly is the diplomatic one. Me? Not so much. Still, I felt bad for making fun of her this morning. It wasn’t her fault she didn’t have to “prepare”—that’s what my mother called it—like I did. And, truth be told, I was glad she didn’t get the same treatment from my mother. Nelly’s more fragile than I am, and I wasn’t sure she could take it.
Just before I closed the door, my mother called out to me. “Alexa—”
“I know, I know,” I said, cutting her off. “Don’t stop until we get there.”
Chapter 3
Nelly waited for me outside the door, and I stepped out onto the porch with her. Letting out a big breath, I steeled myself for the run ahead of us. I glanced at her, and she gave me a sympathetic smile. I smiled back because I couldn’t help it. Nelly is just that way. Her moods tend to be contagious. Also, this was one thing our mother insisted we both do, and it was hard on both of us.
“Ready?” I asked.
“As I’ll ever be,” she replied.
I gave her another smile. It was the same response she gave every day, and I admired her for her optimism. Despite the unfair treatment from our mother, I loved Nelly. She was all I had in this world and the only reason I hadn’t left long ago. Our mother was right about one thing: we needed to stay together. I had to protect Nelly. From what? I was still figuring that one out. I just knew she needed me.
“All right,” I said. “Let’s go.”
Nelly jumped off the porch and set off at an impressive rate in the direction of our school. I let her get a few paces ahead before jumping off the porch myself and racing after her. She was fast, but I was faster.
I caught up to her, and we kept up pa
ce as we ran down the road that would take us to Levland High School. She grinned and shook her head as I fell into step just behind her. This was another thing our mother insisted on: always keep Nelly in your line of sight.
We didn’t talk much on this run. It was hard enough, with the three-and-a-half mile trip, just to keep up a steady pace. Our heavy backpacks didn’t make it any easier.
It could have been worse, though. Our last school had been six miles from the house and the terrain had been hilly. This road was flat and hard-packed. Thank God for small favors.
My thoughts churned as I ran, and I actually took time to enjoy the scenery around me. We lived in a small town in Missouri, and springtime was just starting to set in. Another thing I was grateful for. Running in snow sucks.
Inevitably, my mind soared back to the blackbird. It was impossible not to think of, especially since the day seemed to match my good mood. I had done a good thing this morning, a humane thing, and this seemed to fuel me as my feet pounded the dirt road.
Every blooming wildflower lifted their smiling faces at me, rewarding me by wrapping their sweet scent around my body. I felt like Mother Nature was thanking me, trusting I would do the same for her if she were ever suffering. And promising me that kindness in return, should I ever need it.
The sun shone brightly in my eyes, and I was pleased I’d remembered my sunglasses this morning. Glancing over at Nelly told me she hadn’t.
I jogged up beside her, took off the sunglasses, and held them out to her. She shook her head and forced out, “It’s okay, you keep them.” I shook my head and continued holding them out to her. Finally, she took them and put them on, nodding her thanks.
Squinting the rest of the way, I fell back a few paces behind her. It was so ingrained in me to take care of her, even in the smallest of ways, I hadn’t thought twice about handing over the sunglasses.
Finally, I saw the school up ahead and Nelly and I picked up our pace. The sooner we reached it, the sooner we could stop. School buses were pulling in the lot as we reached the entrance. Nelly and I entered the school grounds and leaned against the big oak tree near the school’s entrance. As I watched the students file out of the buses, I couldn’t help but feel a little envious. There was a bus that went right by our house, but our mother insisted that running was essential.
“Bullshit,” I said, still struggling to catch my breath. Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out a pack of Marlboros and a lighter. I set fire to one as I glared at the students exiting the buses.
“Don’t swear,” Nelly chastised me. “And the run would probably be easier on you if you quit that stupid smoking.”
I smirked. “It would be easier on me if I could ride the damn bus like everyone else.”
She shook her head and smiled. “Come on, or we’ll be late for class.”
I nodded and threw the cigarette to the ground, stomping it out. We entered the school and she gave me a quick hug before we parted to go to our first period class. Nelly was a sophomore and I was junior, so we had no classes together. I wished she would have been able to jump ahead into some of my classes, like she had at our last school. She was certainly smart enough.
I watched Nelly leave, mildly annoyed as a group of her friends surrounded her, as they did every morning, eager to swap rumors. Nelly was better at that than me, I guess. I was the only one she really cared about in this world, but she could pretend her ass off that she cared about other people as well. That’s not to say she wouldn’t help them if she could; that just meant she only really cared about me.
I’m sure I was just jealous, which is not something I like to admit. But I didn’t really have any friends; I was never good at pretending. And, anyhow, people tended to avoid me. They didn’t talk to me. They usually wouldn’t even meet my eyes. Sometimes I felt like the plague personified. That’s how they behaved. As if looking into my eyes would cost them dearly—as if they would lose their soul or be frozen solid like the onlookers of Medusa. People just tended to avoid me.
Well, most people.
“Hey, Alexa, wait up!” called a voice behind me.
I knew who it was before I turned around. The options were limited. Like I said, I had no friends.
Unless you counted Jackson Kane. Jackson was the only person who didn’t treat me like a deadly disease. For whatever reason, Jack got me. He understood me, possibly because people treated him the same way.
Jackson swung his arm up and over my shoulder as he walked alongside me, and my lips pulled upward in an involuntary smile. Usually, I’m not one for physical contact. I’m a “personal bubble” person. But with Jack, I didn’t mind it so much. It didn’t make me uncomfortable. And, part of me was just always amazed he was willing to get close enough to touch me.
It also didn’t hurt that Jack was rather attractive. All of the girls at school were in love with him, but most of them just seemed too intimidated by him to even begin a conversation. Like me, I suppose he just has that “back off” way about him.
“What’s up, Jack?” I said.
He spoke with his thick mid-western drawl. “Um, let’s see… the sky, the clouds, the sun…”
I laughed at his weak attempt at comedy. “And, apparently, your supply of crappy jokes.”
“Crappy? Hardly, the ladies love my jokes.”
I made a show of glancing all around us. “You’re right. They’re swarming us as we speak. Better be careful with that arm around me, I wouldn’t want to start my day by beating up some jealous, potential girlfriends.”
He laughed at that. “Really, that would be pretty hot. Not that you need to get any hotter than you already are,” he said, flashing his teeth with a smile.
I rolled my eyes and couldn’t help another laugh. Jack had a way of making me smile, which could be quite a task. He hadn’t even mentioned my black eye. Maybe today was going to be a good day.
But then again, maybe not.
åWe walked into our first period class together and I was tempted to push his arm from my shoulder. I knew what was coming, and I just didn’t feel like getting into it today. Still, my pride got the best of me. I’d be damned if I’d let these kids scare me away from the only person who treated me like I wasn’t some kind of freak.
Sure enough, as soon as we walked through the door, the other students in class grew silent. Then, as I had anticipated, Riley Brockman spoke up. He was surrounded by his jock friends, and each one of them was dumber than the last.
“Look, guys,” Riley said. “Two losers in love. Hey, Kane, did you give her that black eye?”
The class erupted in snickers and giggles, and Riley sat back with a smug little smirk on his face. I felt Jackson stiffen beside me and had to keep a tight grip on his arm to keep him from going after Riley.
Riley hated Jackson. Last week, Riley’s girlfriend, Jenna, asked Jack if he would escort her to the girl’s choice dance this coming weekend. I had been right there when she’d asked him. Jackson and I had taken our lunches outside to eat so we could sneak a cigarette afterward. Or maybe just so I could sneak one. Anyhow, Jenna walked over to where Jackson and I were eating in the shade of a large tree, and she said, shooting a rude glance at me, “Um, hi, Jackson. I was just wondering if you would like to take me to the girl’s choice dance next weekend.”
I’d raised an eyebrow at her audacity. Jackson just looked at her like she was stupid. Eventually, after what must have been many awkward seconds for her, she’d stalked away. We’d laughed about it afterward and didn’t think much of it until we encountered Riley in class the next day. Up until this point, Jack had been letting Riley’s antagonizing slide, but Riley needed to watch what he said. I knew Jack would only take it for so long. They were both big boys, and that would not be a pretty fight.
Not only that, Riley was starting to earn ill thoughts from me. Very ill thoughts.
“Not today,” I whispered to Jack. “You can’t get any more suspensions.”
It seemed to take a minute for
this to register with him, but finally, I felt him relax beside me. We took our seats on the other side of the room, with Jackson giving Riley a look of death the whole time. I could swear I saw Riley cringe a little, but he quickly recovered. I couldn’t blame him. I would’ve been scared too if Jackson had looked at me like that.
Just then, the teacher walked in, and I was thankful that Riley wouldn’t be able to continue his ridicule. It’s not like I was scared to fight, quite the contrary actually, I enjoyed it. Good thing too, with all the “preparations” my mother put me through. It’s just that I didn’t feel like it today. Things had been going pretty well.
“Miss Montgomery, would you care to enlighten us with your thoughts on Hawthorne?” my teacher said, looking at me expectantly.
Great. What book were we even talking about? I wracked my brain as the whole class waited for me to speak. What were we supposed to be reading this week? Oh, yeah, The Scarlet Letter. I had read this book before, as I had every other book she assigned us. I read a lot. It’s one of my favorite things to do. Still, it pissed me off that she always called on me first when we were discussing our readings. I don’t like being singled out.
“Not really,” I replied.
She shook her head, as if she expected no less, and marked something down in her grade book. Probably a zero. Whatever. Just add it to my list of problems.
Eventually, class ended and I headed to my second period class, gym. I received another zero for refusing to run the mile. I’m not terribly defiant. It’s just that I didn’t want to do any more running than I already had to. I still had to run the three and a half miles back home, which was more than enough physical exercise, if you asked me.
