Scarlet Night: The Complete Trilogy

by Megan J. Parker

  Barking his laughter at Zoey’s offer, Isaac side-swiped a pair of ykali who tried to tackle him, only finding themselves underfoot and under claw.

  “Just leave enough for a wallet!” Zane rushed in, leaping over Isaac and coming down hard on another two; taking each one by the throats and beginning to crush their windpipes in his palms.

  Serena smirked as her colleagues—her friends—converged and brought the fight to a close. As the last two made a mad dash for an exit, she “fired” a pair of auric arrows that pierced their backs and crushed their hearts in one pass.

  She smirked over at Zoey, “Just like castrating a mouse from a hundred meters away, huh?”

  “You’ve definitely earned a Snickers bar!” Zoey smiled.

  “S’Renaaa!!” The loud cry startled Serena as she saw Fang rushing towards her.

  “Fang!” Serena called back and turned to face the little vampire as she enveloped him in her arms. “It’s alright now, Fang…where are the others?”

  “They’re hiding over there!” He pointed, “We all wanted to watch you fight!”

  Serena frowned, “You should’ve been more careful! Besides, all this blood and guts is”—she paused for effect and then smirked—“pretty awesome, huh?”

  Serena nodded and turned to Zoey and the others, biting her lip for a moment as she noticed Sierra’s body once again and sighed. Zoey, can you do something about that? The kids don’t need to—

  It’s already hidden from their sights, Zoey responded, I saw in your mind that she was the one in charge and figured it would be better if they didn’t see.

  You rock, Zoe. Think you can get a ride for all these kids lined up for me?

  I already have.

  Serena chuckled and shook her head, You rock double-time!

  I know, Zoey giggled, It’s a curse, really.

  19

  Open Arms

  “Raith,” Nikki whispered as she fell into the new-yet-familiar embrace of Raith’s new body, “Oh, how I missed this!”

  Raith’s arms pressed her to him as he traced his fingertips across her tattoos. She closed her eyes, basking in the contact and enjoying having a body for Raith. Finally back in a body that they could freely use.

  No limitations.

  No restrictions.

  It was as it had once been.

  Nikki moved her face upwards to look into the new, dark-green eyes that were now Raith’s. Luckily, though there were some unmistakable differences, Axle’s body was close in resemblance to Raith in the long run that Nikki found it incredibly easy to accept the new him.

  It truly was a lucky match.

  “Nicc’oule…” He sighed, placing his face into her hair, nuzzling her in the way he used to always do. “Ah! I’ve missed your scent. It’s spicy and sweet all at once,” he smiled. “Like cinnamon.”

  She giggled at that and leaned forward, “Bet you won’t look at one of those cinnamon lattes the same way again, will you?” Smiling, she leaned into his embrace until she realized that, no matter how tightly he held her, it wouldn’t satisfy what they were both after. “Do you remember our rock?” She cooed.

  Raith smirked, “I do. Very much, actually.” He chuckled.

  “I think we should christen this new body.” She looked up at him, “Just like you christened me on that rock all those years ago.”

  “Oh? Are you sure you’re ready?” He smirked, his eyes gleaming in the darkness.

  “Does this answer your question?” She pressed her chest upward—her cleavage pressing against her top—and the exposed tattoos already beginning to glow.

  Raith needed no further incentive and pulled open her shirt with a sharp tug. Nikki gasped as her exposed chest met the open air, and she felt her nipples harden under Raith’s intense gaze and the anticipation of what was about to come. Soon, Raith’s hot breath replaced the slight chill on her hardened buds and Nikki pushed herself against his passionate kiss on her breasts. She gasped as his teeth grazed her sensitive buds and she shivered as he continued his onslaught on not only her nipples, but every inch surrounding them.

  She gasped out as his head moved up so he could get a better look into her eyes. “I’ll never stop loving you, Raith.”

  “Nor I, you, Nicc’oule,” he whispered. “This moment is making all the waiting worthwhile.”

  As their desire erupted into the room, their bodies collided into a fervent onslaught as they fought to relieve the built-up passion that resonated into their beings.

  The two were finally together.

  Finally one once again after so long.

  Finally able to show the other how much their love still resounded in the other.

  20

  Dark and Stormy

  Serena smirked, “That’s it! I’ve got the exact plan that can help us nail those bastards!”

  “And which bastards might those be?” Zoey looked up.

  “That new clan, of course!” Serena rolled her eyes.

  Zoey stuck out her tongue, “Ah yes. Sorry; so much anarchy, so little time.”

  “When exactly did the new clan come in?” Zane frowned, “I mean, there’s no reason for a new clan to have been built in the first place. We’re the only clan needed here.”

  “A new clan moved into town while you were ‘indisposed’.” Zoey sighed, “And Serena feels there’s something not right about them.”

  “I remember…when I found Serena the one night,” Zane shook his head. “She told me.”

  “Fuckin’ A, I do! Because it’s the truth, Zoe! Let’s look at the fucking facts: they pop up the goddam moment Axle and his gang shows up to help Sierra with her orphanage and, despite a limited criminal history, his fucking file gets pushed up as though it were some sort of priority. However, what the fuck have they done since then? Ever since putting forth a massive effort to establish themselves in less than two days they suddenly go quiet and do precisely dick; I mean, they have made zero contact with us nor have we seen any sort of activity from them. Then, though they’re doing nothing in the realm of patrolling to prevent such things, we see an unprecedented spike in not only illegal auric assignments to still-living subjects and an entire goddam nest of six-foot scaly, hissing cock-scabs that start ripping only a select group of not-so-bad ‘bad guys’ and a goddam orphanage to shreds. I’ve now visited the building on several occasions, and I’ve yet to make it past the front desk because they insist that their leader who—unless you’re keeping something from me, Zoe—we still don’t know the identity of. Aren’t clan leaders, y’know, a relevant nugget of ‘perhaps-I-should-fucking-know-that’-ness?” Serena sighed, “Not that I can do a goddam thing to prove it—or any of this, as far as you’re concerned—but I’m pretty damn sure that they’ve got something to do with what happened to Zane, too!”

  “To be fair, Zoey, she does have a point. The Council has trusted the Vail Clan for decades, but not one month after they suddenly decide to assign a second one and all this goes down? Not that I’ve ever been the political type, but shouldn’t more law equal less crime?” Zane sighed, “Plus, Serena hasn’t mentioned that all of this ALL happened exclusively when I was gone? For fuck’s sake, how long has it been?”

  “Four months…” Serena sighed, “And it’s not like I was just flicking the bean while you were gone, either! I did get the clan’s headquarters rebuilt and in great shape and!” She smirked, “I was able to get new members and keep the streets clean. UNTIL, that is, those fucking fuck-wads showed up and fucked it up!”

  Zane shook his head, “That’s not just fucking coincidence!”

  Zoey sighed, “I’m noticing an exponential increase in the use of the word ‘fuck’ since your return, Zane.”

  “That’s not just fucking coincidence either, Zoey,” he smirked.

  “Told you!” Serena smirked over at Zoey.

  “So what do we do about it?” Zoey frowned.

  “We go there in good, ol’ fashioned Serena style!”

  “That doesn’
t sound good,” Zoey frowned.

  Isaac stepped inside and smirked widely, “I think it’ll be fun! I’ve been aching to get some fighting done!”

  “Of course you would be, Isaac!” Zoey sighed. “Isn’t there a more peaceful option?”

  Zane frowned, “We haven’t exactly had a peaceful few months, Zoey.”

  “We’ve tried peace, Zoey! They kicked my ass out the door and then things got worse!” Serena pouted, “Come on, Zoe, you remember how good it felt to put that parking meter through my brother’s shoulder? Remember how good it feels to kick some ass? There’s a neon-painted bitch in there with your name on her; she makes the whole dyed-hair thing look like a course at Clown College!”

  Zoey sighed, “Okay. Okay! What’s the address again?”

  Serena frowned, “The address? It’s the only damn office building downtown that’s been renovated in less than a week! You can’t get a damn wheelchair ramp built fucking anywhere around here, but they get this place rebuilt in—”

  “Zane? You alright?” Zoey frowned.

  “That office building…” Zane bit his lip.

  “What about it?”

  “I… I think I remember being there,” Zane frowned.

  “Well, Axle did end up misplacing a lot of money on their roof shortly after you’d been put in his body,” Serena offered.

  “No. Not on or near. I was in that building! I’m not sure how, but I remember…” Zane shook his head.

  “Zane?” Serena frowned, “Do you know where you went after that Kristine bitch pulled your aura out of your body?"

  “Kristine…” His eyes suddenly went wide and Serena frowned as his body began to shake as his anger began to snake through him.

  “Zane! What is it? What’s wrong?” Serena placed her hand on his shoulder.

  “Kristine!” Zane growled, “That night when Kristine came to attack you…” He shook his head, “When she attacked and I was struck. My aura… It was her! I was stuck with her!” He looked at Serena, “Just like how Devon was bound to your aura! And she was constantly in that building with… with somebody else. Some partner in building that place…”

  “Which means she’s the one that put you inside Axle!” Serena narrowed her eyes. “That fucking bitch! Why in the fuck would The Council give her permission to start a clan?”

  Isaac frowned, “Did you ever hear that straight from anyone in The Council? Or was it just word-of-mouth? If they’re privately bankrolled and making claims to anybody of power that they’re acting as an extension of us because of our proximity, then they don’t really need to answer to anybody as long as nobody figures out their angle.”

  “Son of a bitch!” Serena growled, “That fucking cunt is going down!”

  “I’m with you!” Zoey announced.

  “Same here!” Isaac smirked.

  “You may need some extra magic and muscle in there!” Nikki stepped out with Raith at her side.

  “Serena…” Zoey frowned, biting her lip as she watched the scene as well, “We need to make a plan.”

  “You know what I’m planning already, Zoey.” Serena smirked, “We go in there and take those fuckers down!”

  “We attack tomorrow at dusk!”

  “Dusk, huh?” Zane smirked, “sounds like a good time to me!”

  21

  Battlefield

  The parting sun’s rays had finally past the horizon, leaving a smoky red sky as the hint of the moon hid behind the painted clouds. The skies scarlet hues had Serena ready for their attack.

  It was time…

  Time to end Kristine.

  Time to put the past to rest.

  As they filed into their cars, Serena hopped on her motorcycle and grinned as she revved the engine, signaling to the others before she started off, the others not far behind.

  Clackity clack clack clackityclack clack clack clack clackity.

  Tiffany sighed, already bored and feeling herself lulled by the rhythm of her nails working the keyboard as another day of work went by. The job had become a total drag since the bosses had come down on her for letting the Vailean girl get the drop on her so many times. To make matters worse, most of the security guards had quit after they’d seen what had happened to their friends, and, with the whole mess being blamed on her, Tiffany had been forced to actually start keeping up with her work.

  Which would have been so much easier if that bitch hadn’t broken her fingers!

  Just fifteen minutes.

  Just fifteen short minutes until the end of shift.

  Then she could just go home and…

  Seeing a flood of light fill the front window, she lifted her head to get a better view of what was beyond the recently-fixed door.

  Her eyes went wide.

  Fifteen minutes seemed so far away suddenly…

  Serena steered the motorcycle off the street and popped a wheelie before the first of the steps that led up to the office building’s front door. Throwing her aura in a makeshift slingshot, she pulled the bike’s wheels from the staircase and launched her and the bike at the front door.

  “Knock knock, assholes!”

  Wrapping herself in an auric shield, Serena crashed the bike through the glass—the others in the Hummer following suit just behind her—and sent a hailstorm of broken glass spraying out across the interior of the lobby.

  Letting her motorcycle fall to the floor, Serena drew the katana that was sheathed at her side. Spotting the source of so many previous bad moods, she jumped into overdrive and appeared in front of the neon-painted nuisance with the tip of the blade pressed to her throat.

  “You crazy fucking bitch!” The secretary sneered, “Do you, like, know what The Council’s going to do to you when they find out abou—”

  “Tiffany, right?” Serena smirked and nodded, “Yea. See: while you were flapping your gums just now, I decided to take a swim in your head. Now, for starters: yuck; you are a whole new breed of worthless trash. But, more importantly, I just saw everything in your head about this place.” She made a note of giving a slight drag with the sword across the side of her neck, earning a small trickle of blood. “Now I don’t even want to hear your voice, so I’ll make you a deal: if you nod your head and agree that what I saw in your mind is true—that this entire ‘clan’ thing is a hoax and that you’re a worthless patsy who has never even seen the leaders or know their names; just a bunch of emails from upstairs telling you to send anybody who comes in right back out again—and I’ll forgive all of it and not execute you for treason.”

  The secretary nodded.

  “Good,” Serena smiled, lowering the sword. “Now there’s just the matter of that eleven year old boy you kidnapped a month and a half ago to use as your own personal feeder. That’s a criminal offense”—Serena smirked—“punishable by, like, the death penalty!”

  “No, wait! Plea—”

  Serena let out a deep sigh of relief as the neon-painted head hit the floor. As she sensed Zane’s arrival, she threw up an auric shield around him. Deciding that if all else failed, she could use him being there to her advantage as a surprise against Kristine.

  Zane stepped up behind her, looking down at it. “Yeesh!”

  Serena nodded, “You’re telling me.”

  The others gathered around Serena and braced themselves as the pounding sound of footsteps grew louder from beyond the door to the hallway ahead of them.

  “Here we go!”

  “About time!” Zane smirked, flexing his fists. “I’ve been aching for a good fight!”

  A wave of mythos in uniform burst from the doors and started towards them, the first three soon hitting the floor without their heads as Serena made a wide pass with her sword. As the fourth ducked under the attack, the next countered with their own blade; forcing Serena’s katana away from the other guards as they began to flood the room.

  “Zoey,” Serena glanced back, “I think the boys have had enough privacy.”

  An unnerving giggle issued from the blue-ha
ired auric then and the auric veil that had been hiding Isaac and Raith—already waiting in their therion forms—lifted and revealed the two hulking creatures standing on either side of the doors. The first few guards made muffled sounds from under their helmets as they tried to flee, only to find that their feet were suddenly locked to the floor.

  Courtesy of a stealthy spell from Nikki, who’d melted the soles of the boots before flash-cooling them to the linoleum.

  Casting out her aura and warping the blade of the distracted guard who’d countered her, Serena drove a fist into his gut. As he keeled over, Serena met the face-plate of his helmet with her knee—shattering the fiberglass shielding in his face—and brought the butt of her sword’s handle down on the exposed nape of his neck.

  Zoey and Isaac had split to the left and were taking on a group of guards that had flocked around the back to try to close in on the group. Zoey’s aura whipped out—going in a wide arc from one end of the room to the other—and wrapped around the guards as she ducked and dipped under their attacks. When the bulk of their attackers were secured in her invisible grip, Isaac began to go to work. There was no need for weapons; the therion only needed half-a-minute and the assets nature had granted him.

  Serena frowned as she heard more footsteps approaching on the right and she swung right around Nikki and Raith, rushing forward to help.

  “I got them!” Nikki called out as she pulled out her sais—the metal shimmering with the added magic of her magical tattoos—and began to charge through the crowd; a violent whirlwind of enchanted metal and well-cast spells leaving a trail of bodies as she passed.

  Raith, satisfied that his work in the lobby was finished, dropped to all fours and loped after Nikki before finally joining her at her side; rising to his complete height and making a note of bringing a massive fist down on the head of the nearest guard; forcing his skull and most of his helmet through the top of his chest.