Part i:
FEAR THE DARKNESS
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FEAR THE DARKNESS AUDIOBOOK
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Part ii:
A LETTER FROM SHERRILYN KENYON 20
Part iii:
SNEAK PEEK: THE DREAM-HUNTER
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Part iv :
BITE A FRIEND
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“Fear the Darkness”
Copyright © 2007 by Sherrilyn Kenyon.
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Pa r t i :
FEAR THE DARKNESS
New Orleans, 2007
Nick Gautier was home.
And he was pissed. As the taxi wended its way from the airport in the
mid-morning hour toward his Bourbon Street home, and he saw the scars
that were still left by Hurritcane Katrina, his blood literally boiled.
How could this have happened? Closing his eyes, he tried to blot out the
boarded-up windows and fallen signs. The white FEMA trailers. But those
images were replaced by the news feeds he’d seen of victims stranded on roof-
tops, of fires burning, of rioting in the streets...
Nick couldn’t breathe. New Orleans was his home. His touchstone. This
city had birthed him. She was his lifeblood. And in one heartbeat, she’d been
torn asunder. Crippled. Never in his life had he seen anything like this.
Growing up here, he’d lived through numerous hurricanes over the years.
They hadn’t had the money to evacuate for the worst storms so he and his
mom would get into her broken-down red Yugo and drive up to Hattiesburg,
Mississippi, where they would camp out in a grocery store parking lot, eating
deviled ham sandwiches made with stale bread and mustard packets, until it
was safe to return. Somehow his mother had always made those days fun and
adventurous, even when they were hunkered down in the car during tornado
warnings.
Then they’d come home to a sight similar to what he saw now, but within
a few weeks’ time, everything would be back to normal.
It was now going on two years after the hurricane and still there were
closed businesses—businesses that had been there for years and, in some
cases, centuries. There were entire areas of the city that looked as if the hur-
ricane had just blown through.
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Most of his friends were either dead or relocated. People he’d known for
decades.
In one heartbeat everything had changed.
Nick gave a bitter laugh at the thought. He’d changed more than anything
else. No longer human, he wasn’t even sure what he was anymore.
The only thing that kept him going was his furious need for vengeance on
the ones he blamed for this catastrophe.
He moved his hand to scratch his neck, then froze as he felt the bite mark
there. By taking a blood exchange, Stryker had made Nick his agent. If Nick
obeyed the Daimon lord, then Stryker would give him the means to destroy
the man who’d ruined Nick’s life... and his town.
Acheron Parthenopaus. At one time, they had been best friends. Broth-
ers to the end. Then Nick had made the mistake of sleeping with a woman he
hadn’t known was Ash’s daughter. Ash had torn him apart over it.
That he could handle. What had made them enemies was the night Nick’s
mother had died and Ash had allowed it. Unlike the other immortal beings
who made New Orleans home, Nick knew the secrets that Ash carried. He
wasn’t just the Dark-Hunter leader, an immortal warrior who served the god-
dess, Artemis, and protected mankind from the vampiric Daimons who ate
their souls.
Ash was a god. He had the power to do anything he wanted. He could
have saved Nick’s mom or at least brought her back from the dead the way
he’d saved Kyrian Hunter and his wife Amanda. But Ash hadn’t done that.
He’d turned his back on Nick and left Cherise Gautier dead.
Nor had Ash saved this city from the storm. Up until the night Nick had
slept with Simi, Ash had loved this city more than anything. Ash wouldn’t
have allowed New Orleans to suffer.
But that was before they’d become enemies. Now Ash hated him so much
that he’d taken everything from Nick.
Everything.
“Nice house.”
Nick paused as the driver’s voice interrupted his thoughts. He looked at
the Bourbon Street mansion that had been his home since he’d started work-
ing for Kyrian.
“Yeah,” he said under his breath. “It is.”
Or at least it had been when he’d shared this place with his mother. Nick
got out and paid the fee, then pulled his suitcase from the seat. Slamming the
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door shut, he looked up at his house and gripped the handle so tight that his
fingers ached in protest.
He’d bought this house as a birthday present for his mother when he’d
been twenty. He could still hear her squeal of joy as he handed her the key. See
her standing beside him as she stared at him in disbelief.
“Happy Birthday, Mom.”
“Oh Nicky, what have you done now? You didn’t go and kill someone,
did you?”
Her question had appalled him. “Mom!”
Still, she’d been relentless as she narrowed her blue eyes on him and stood
arms akimbo. “You ain’t doing none of that drug dealing either? ‘Cause if you
are, boy, love or no love, I’ll beat you blue.”
He’d scoffed at her warning. “Mom, you know me better than that. I would
never do anything to embarrass you in front of your church friends.”
“Then how you get all this money, chere? How you able to buy a house
this fancy at your age? You still a baby and I couldn’t afford two bricks off this
place.”
“I told you, I’m the personal assistant for a broker down in the Garden Dis-
trict. He put the house in my name, but technically he owns it. He’s letting me
rent it from him.” It’d been a partial lie. Part of being Kyrian’s Squire back when
Kyrian had been a Dark-Hunter had meant that all of Kyrian’s properties were
owned by Nick—at least on paper. This house, though, really was Nick’s. His
salary was such that he could have eas
ily bought three houses like this, but his
mother would never have believed that he could make that kind of money with-
out breaking the law.
“Broker, hmmm. That sounds like one of those euphemisms for drug dealer
to me.”
“Ah, Mom, c’mon inside and see the book room. I’ve already got your chair
there so you can read those novels you love so much.”
“Baby, you spoil me. You know I don’t need nothing this big and fancy.”
Yeah, but as a kid, he’d heard her crying enough times in the late night hours
that she couldn’t do better for him than their rundown rented room—that the
only job she could find was stripping. “My baby deserves so much better than
this.” Meanwhile her parents had lived in a nice home in Kenner and had money
to burn. But they’d disowned her the minute she’d become pregnant with him.
His mother had sacrificed everything to keep her son—her dignity and her future.
And though she cried at night that she couldn’t give him the things she thought a
boy should have, by day, she was the best mom anyone could have hoped for.
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Since the day he was born, it had been the two of them against the world.
“You’ve always taken care of me, Mom. It’s my turn to take care of you. I got
a big house ‘cause one day I’m going to give you enough grandkids to fill it full.”
Nick winced as he swore he heard her laughter on the wind before she’d
dashed into the house to inspect it. And as he stood there, rain began pouring
down on him, soaking him to the bone.
He’d found his mother dead in that chair in the library...
Unrelenting pain and grief tore through him with talons made of steel.
They shredded every part of him.
How could she be gone and by such vicious means? Her throat had been
ripped out and her body drained of blood. She was all he’d ever had.
“I can give you vengeance.”
It was Stryker’s promise to him. The Daimon lord had told him that if
Nick gave him information against Acheron and the other Dark-Hunters
and the Squires who served them, then Stryker would give him the power he
needed to kill Ash.
It was all Nick wanted.
Then he heard Ash’s voice in his head. “You know, Nick, I envy you your
mother. She’s one hell of a lady. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for her.”
“Why did you let her die, Ash?” he snarled under his breath. “God damn
you!” But in his heart, he knew who was really to blame for all of this and that
hurt even more. If only he’d been a better son. A better friend. None of this
would have happened.
He’d been the one who had signed on to this world where danger was an
intrinsic part. Had he just told his mother the truth, then she wouldn’t have
gone home that night with a Daimon. She would be safe. She was killed because
of him and that was a truth that hurt to the deepest part of his being.
Unable to stand it, he forced himself to walk to the keypad on the gate and
press the code. He half-expected it not to work, but it did.
He paused by the petunias his mother had planted in a large vase next to
the backdoor and moved it over so that he could get the spare key.
Everything was just as it’d been when he’d been human... Only now
everything was different. His stomach churning, he opened the door and
stepped into his house.
His friend Kyl had told him that there had been some damage to the place
during Katrina, but that the house had been restored. Nick had to give them
credit, it was pristine. Nothing, other than the absence of his mother, was out
of place.
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“Oh, Nicky, look! It has one of them garbage disposals! I never thought I’d own
something so fancy and look at them tiles on the wall. Is that Italian marble?”
He glanced to the right where the Italian marble bake center was. “Only
the best for you, Mom.”
“Oh you spoil me, baby. You’re the only thing right I’ve ever done in my life. I
don’t know why God was so good to me that He sent you down from heaven, but
I’m glad He did.”
But Nick Gautier wasn’t heaven-sent. Like the worthless bastard who’d
fathered him and then run off, he was hell-born.
He set the suitcase down by the door and laid the key on the countertop.
The last time he’d been here, he’d been calling out for his mother. Screaming
her name as he ran through the house, trying to locate her.
He’d found her upstairs.
Against his will, his feet took him right to the spot. He stood in the door-
way, looking at his mother’s favorite chair. In his mind, he could see her life-
less body still there. But in reality, there was no trace of her death...
Or his own. Just before where he now stood, he’d called out to the Greek
goddess Artemis to make him a Dark-Hunter. When she refused and told him
he’d have to be dead first, he’d blown his brains out right in front of her.
Afraid of how Acheron would react to his death, Artemis had made him
immortal and marked him with the Dark-Hunter bow-and-arrow brand on
his face, but he wasn’t one of her army who protected mankind. He had pow-
ers greater than the others. He could walk in daylight.
And now he shared powers with Stryker...
Nick frowned as he saw a half-empty Coke bottle on the sidetable. His
mother had never touched regular Coke, only Diet, and he would never have
dared left a drink in her secret sanctum.
Someone else had been in the house, and since there was an opened paper
from today, he would say that someone had moved in and made themselves
at home.
In his house.
Anger tore through him. Who would dare?
Wanting blood, he stormed through the rooms, but found each one empty
with no sign of who had dared trespass here. “Fine,” he snarled. “I’ll deal with
you later.”
First he wanted to visit his mom. He winced at the thought. He hadn’t
been to the cemetery since his worthless father had died. Even though he’d
passed the St. Louis cemetery almost every day, it just hadn’t been a place
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where he’d ever spent much time. It reminded him of his father and of the
gang he once ran with. A gang that used to rob tourists who dared to enter the
cemetery alone.
But he would go now to visit his mother. He hadn’t been there for the
funeral. The least he could do now was let her know he still missed her.
His heart heavy, he walked the few blocks that separated his house from
Basin Street and walked through the stone entrance of the St. Louis Cemetery.
The rains had already moved on as they often did in New Orleans. Now it was
sticky and hot.
Since it was morning, the wrought-iron gates were open and chained back.
As a Daimon and a Dark-Hunter, Nick shouldn’t have been allowed to walk
in daylight, but a higher power had spared him that curse. Like Ash, he could
walk in daylight, and unlik
e other Dark-Hunters, he could walk in a cemetery
and not be possessed by the wandering souls that were trapped there.
Without pausing, he walked toward the Gautier family mausoleum. As he
passed the raised tombs that had caused New Orleans cemeteries to be called
the cities of the dead, he noted how many of them still bore traces of hurri-
cane damage. Even Marie Laveau’s tomb wasn’t as colorful as it’d been before.
Many of the tombs were missing names and stones.
Fear crept into him at what he’d find waiting for him at his mother’s rest-
ing place. But as he turned the corner toward his mother’s grave, he froze.
Menyara Chartier, a tiny, frail African American woman was sitting in
front of the grave, talking in a whisper to his mother while she arranged bou-
quets of white lilies. The Voodoo High Priestess paused mid-sentence and
turned her head as if she knew who would be there.
“Ni...” she frowned, catching herself from saying the rest of his name.
“Aunt Mennie,” he said, his voice catching as he closed the distance
between them. She’d been the tenant in the room next to theirs where he’d
grown up and she’d been the woman who had delivered him since his mother
hadn’t been able to afford a hospital stay. Menyara had been the closest thing
to family he and Cherise had known. “You’re still here.”
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