The Serenity Series: Box Set: Books 1-3

by Marissa Farrar

Book Three in the ‘Serenity’ Series

  eBook Edition

  ISBN 978-0-9571524-7-2

  Copyright © 2012 Marissa Farrar

  Warwick House Press

  Cover art by RT Designs

  License Notes

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  Publisher’s Note

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

  TABLE OF CONTENTS

  *You can click on the title to be taken to the selection. Additionally, clicking on the chapter titles will bring you back to the table of contents.

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-one

  Chapter Twenty-two

  Chapter Twenty-three

  Chapter Twenty-four

  Chapter Twenty-five

  I’d like to dedicate this book to all the readers of the ‘Serenity’ series. Each and every time one of you has contacted me, whether it be by email, facebook or twitter, to tell me how much you’re loving the series, it has inspired me to continue. When I first wrote ‘Alone’, I never imagined there would be a second book, never mind a third.

  I may have created Serenity and Sebastian, but it has been you, the reader, who has brought them to life.

  Acknowledgments

  Many thanks to my editor, Shontrell Wade of Wade-Staten Services. I always appreciate your hard work, keen eye and kind words. Thank you for picking up on all those British-isms that always seem to slip through, no matter how immersed I am in American culture. Going through your edits always reminds me that no writer should ever be without an editor.

  I would also like to thank John N. Dillon, Lecturer of Classics and Ancient History at Exeter University, for his translations from English to Latin. I’m going to take a guess that the context the words are spoken in is probably a first for you! Thank you for humoring my strange imagination.

  A special thanks to Glynis Elliott and Rebecca Treadway for providing proofreading/ beta reading services in return for a sneak-peak at the next chapter in Serenity and Sebastian’s life. I hope the experience proved more pleasure than work.

  Chapter One

  Her hands dug into soft, damp earth. Dirt wedged beneath her nails, almost painfully hard, pressing against the delicate skin. The tips of her fingers were calloused and split from digging, but she didn’t notice the pain. As she knelt on the ground, the damp soaked through the knees of her jeans, cooling her already frigid skin.

  Her master stood above her, his looming presence a devil on her shoulder. They spent only a few nights in one spot before relocating to the next. They moved from place to place with her clinging to his back as he ran, fast as the wind. Wherever they went, her master always needed to go back underground.

  At each location, Serenity dug their resting place.

  “Faster,” he growled, and she forced her arms to move, clawing farther into the ground. It didn’t need to be deep, just enough to cover them with clods of soil; encasing them in Mother Nature’s womb.

  Serenity only knew her name because her master used the title. There were other words he addressed her by—bitch, whore, slut—but she recognized ‘Serenity’ as being the one he used the most.

  “The sun is coming up, Serenity,” he said from above. “You wouldn’t want me to get caught in it, would you? Just because I can walk in the light, doesn’t mean I want to.”

  She recognized the threat in his tone, the one that told her to do as he wanted or she’d earn her repercussions—a slap to the face, a kick in the ribs, a bite to her breast. Not that it mattered anymore. She was nothing now. Even pain meant little, as though her senses had been dulled to the point of non-existence.

  Serenity was sure things hadn’t always been this way. Her memories were filled with her master’s beatings and presence—his rotten stench, his cruel words. Yet she felt certain there had once been something else.

  When she tried to search her memory, she found only darkness; a world that had imploded only to leave a gaping void.

  He nudged her with his foot. “That’s enough now. I need my rest.”

  She sat up and surveyed her work. A little over six feet in length and wide enough to fit them both, the hole looked like a shallow grave. Above her head, the branches of trees creaked and groaned in the fall breeze, the now dry russet and copper leaves rustling together. A couple of star-shaped leaves spun through the air and landed on the freshly turned soil.

  Serenity was unable to appreciate their beauty.

  Her master sank down beside her and gathered her in his arms, pressing her torso to his chest. She turned her face away from his neck, avoiding as much intimate contact as possible. His strength matched none and he lifted her with no exertion. She made no effort to hold on to him as he crawled to their resting place. Though the stench of death filled the air, she’d grown immune to it; in the same way a pig farmer no longer smells his livestock.

  He laid her in the shallow grave with something close to tenderness and then squirmed down beside her.

  Serenity’s back pressed against the earth, moisture seeping through her thin shirt. She should feel the cold, have some sort of physical reaction, but she didn’t. Whatever her master had done to her had left her immune to many of the things that would normally kill—starvation, the cold, a lack of oxygen. Though she recognized her discomfort, she couldn’t generate any emotion about it. It was as if her heart had been frozen inside her chest.

  She lay with her hands folded across her breasts. Small stones and uneven ground dug into her bones. He lay beside her, but she drew no warmth from the proximity of his body. He was as cold as death.

  Her whole body stiffened as he pressed his hideous body against her and nuzzled her neck. She heard the wet licking as he ran his fat, blackened tongue over his cracked lips. She knew what was coming. While he didn’t feed from her every night, he did so on a regular basis. That was the reason for him allowing her to live. He kept her close to supply him—in part anyway—with the blood he needed.

  Serenity had seen the times he’d killed; the women he’d murdered. They always seemed to be the same—young, dark-haired, pretty. Each time, she’d stood by as they screamed and begged for help. But what could she do? She wanted to scream and beg for help herself. At least the torture of these girls was swift. Serenity’s seemed to be never-ending.

  She took one comfort from the times her master fed—when he took blood from her, the number of killings decreased.

  Cold lips pressed against the delicate skin of her throat, probing for an area not encrusted with scabs. Like a kitten searching for its mother’s teat, he pressed and sought until he found a smooth patch of skin. He darted at her, teeth nipping the skin at first. With a low growl, he bit deeper. Warm blood flooded down her neck—the first heat she’d experienced for a few nights—and the sucking started. Pressure on her throat, the sucking almost painful, drew the blood f
rom her artery.

  The repetitive feeding had changed her. Her heart was slow now, at times almost stopping, yet she maintained consciousness. Her need to breathe had lessened; she found herself often going for minutes at a time without needing to draw in air.

  Her master brought back food for her from the cities—old packaged sandwiches that had passed their sell-by date or half-eaten slices of pizza someone had dumped in the trash. Though she had patches of a memory of being starving, the hunger seemed to have dissipated. Now, she struggled to eat the food he brought her. Even placing the food in her mouth turned her stomach.

  The thought of leaving didn’t even occur to Serenity. She only knew her existence with him. She knew nothing of the world outside that which he chose to show her. Occasionally, he would take her with him into a city or town, but those occurrences were rare.

  Her master slurped and sucked at her throat, taking just enough blood to abate his appetite yet keep her alive. Serenity lay powerless, her mind blanking the horror of what was occurring, just as she’d blocked it so many nights before.

  When he was done, he lay back, allowing his body to adjust to the fresh hit of blood. Then he sat up and clawed the earth over their bodies.

  From nowhere, a small, warm hand touched her cheek. Serenity lifted her own hand to cover the one she felt, but her fingers touched only her own cool skin. Sadness overwhelmed her, an anguish clutching at her soul, though she kept the emotions hidden deep.

  A tear ran from the corner of her eye and trickled down the side of her face, running a clear line through her dirty skin. She missed something terribly, like a gaping hole in the center of her chest, yet she didn’t know what.

  Often, she felt as though she wasn’t alone. Another presence seemed to exist near her, hovering close but remaining unseen. Sometimes a warm gust of breath would brush against her ear or she’d hear a faint voice, like someone calling her name from a great distance. On occasions, the sensation of having someone standing beside her was so strong she believed she could have reached out and touched them.

  But now wasn’t one of those times. As quickly as she’d sensed the warm touch on her face, it vanished and she was left alone with her nightmare.

  Serenity lay still as a corpse. Earth and clods of dirt scattered over her and weighed down her legs and torso. Sprinkles hit her cheeks, forehead and nose and she instinctively held her breath. She covered her face with her arm, creating a small pocket of air. It wasn’t much but it was enough to last her through the day. Because of their shallow depth and non-compressed covering, air still permeated the earth.

  With her eyes closed, she allowed herself to drift to sleep.

  Confused and anguished nightmares plagued her. She dreamed of being chased and of chasing something she desperately wanted. Yet, always that something remained out of reach, hidden in the shadows. The same longing that filled her when she felt the presence near, haunted her in her dreams. That time spent away from her master—if only mentally—opened up a part of her she kept shut off when she was awake, but all it did was increase her emptiness. During her dreams, the certainty that something was missing filled her like a physical thing.

  On some level she couldn’t explain, not being able to remember hurt even more than remembering.

  When the sun set once again, her master rose from the ground, shaking the dirt from his body. His lank, dark hair hung down by the sides of his face like drapes. His pale skin rippled with the darkness that lived beneath—the darkness that made him what he was—not vampire, not human, but something in-between. A milky film covered his brown irises so he looked as though he were blind; an irony considering his remarkable senses. His vision adjusted to the dark—not perfectly, but enough to make out the features on a person’s face. His hearing was more sensitive than that of any animal and he could distinguish the sound of a coin being dropped on the sidewalk several miles away. Razor-sharp, pointed teeth filled his mouth, designed to slash and tear flesh as much as puncture it.

  Her master was the ultimate being: a creature who existed only to kill. He had no weaknesses, at least none Serenity had discovered.

  Serenity sat up, feeling no different than when she’d gone to sleep. She existed in a numb haze, unable to focus on either the past or the future. She struggled to link her thoughts coherently together, only experiencing the emotion of intense loneliness.

  “You’re coming to the city with me today, Serenity,” he said. “I’ve got plans on how to upset humanity more than simply murdering individuals. There are people everyone else look up to. Do you know what I mean?” She shook her head and he continued. “There are powerful people in this world, important people, and if something were to happen to one of those people—one man in particular—the rest of the world would be in chaos.”

  “I don’t know anything about these people,” she said quietly.

  “No, you wouldn’t, you stupid bitch. But then you’re not here to think, are you?”

  Serenity remained silent, knowing no answer would be the right one.

  “Anyway, for your treat, I’m taking you to a city today. I have plans, Serenity, plans that will change the world. If you behave yourself, you could be a part of them.”

  She nodded, her waist-length, dark hair hanging in her face.

  He held out his arms to her. The embrace was not one of tenderness, but practicality. Obediently, she stepped into the circle of his arms. His cold fingers wrapped around the backs of her thighs and lifted her onto his hip. Serenity draped her arms around his neck, holding on for safety, knowing the breakneck speed they would be achieving.

  Her master ran with a sudden burst of speed, snapping her head back and ripping the air from her lungs. There was no bounce to his gait. Instead, he ran with fluid motion, almost as though he were flying, his feet barely touching the ground.

  Serenity was used to traveling at such speed now and where the sensation had previously left her confused and disoriented, it now barely affected her at all. She squeezed her eyes shut and curled against the horror holding her, trying to protect her face from the force of the wind his motion created.

  The forests they’d slept in bordered the outskirts of the city. Within a matter of minutes, he slowed. Serenity allowed herself to open her eyes and he dropped her to her feet.

  Together, they passed through the city’s wide streets. Tall, leafy trees lined the walkway. The night’s sky remained unlit by stars, the city’s lights masking their natural luminescence, but the moon hung fat and low. Streetlamps lit either side of the street sending spotlights onto the ground.

  In the distance, a huge rectangular spire reached into the sky. Arranged in a circle at the base, numerous flags surrounded the monument. Huge spot lamps shone upward, lighting the area.

  People of different creeds and colors milled around, large cameras hung around their necks or maps in their hands. They gave a wide berth to avoid the strange, rank-smelling couple. Serenity and her master received curious and distasteful glances, but they ignored the stares. Human repulsion meant nothing to them. Serenity had no capacity to care and her master viewed them to be little more than cattle.

  As they walked at human pace, her master taking in everything with a keen eye, Serenity suddenly became aware they were no longer alone. The presence she sensed so often accompanied them, hovering beside her shoulder.

  She spun around, almost certain she would see someone, but no one was there. Yet, she felt a small patch of warmth left on the night air and the emotions of love and affection washed through her as surely as if someone had placed their hand on her heart and injected her with their adoration. The moment caught her breath and she let out a little gasp of shock, her heart stuttering in her chest. She experienced a rush of emotions and, for the briefest of moments, her head cleared.

  Panic caught her heart as she dove into her memories, searching for the thing she had lost. But as soon as tried to remember, the sensation was gone again.

  She stood in the stree
t. Her master continued to walk until he realized she’d stopped, allowing him to proceed without her. He turned back, a frown marking his already hideous face.

  “Serenity,” he hissed. “Come.”

  She didn’t want to move, terrified she’d dispel the magic, but her master’s voice controlled her and her legs moved of their own accord.

  Before long, their feet crunched on gravel. Maintained gardens stretched as far as the eye could see, round spotlights and streetlamps lighting the area. After walking farther, they stepped onto a wide sidewalk. A road was on one side, the headlights of traffic sweeping past. On the other side, a tall fence, the black railings tipping with curved points, separated them from a beautiful, white house. It was two stories high, with elegant pillars. In front of the building, a fountain spurted water into the air.

  Something about the place inspired awe in Serenity, though she couldn’t understand the reason for her reaction.

  Her master stood before the immense building, taking in its grandeur.

  “This is where I’ll make mankind take notice,” he said. “This is where I’ll expose the world of the supernatural for being what it really is—the ruler of humanity.”

  “What city are we in?” she asked. The answer would mean nothing to her, but somehow she thought it was the right one to ask.

  He smiled, revealing his horrific teeth. “Washington D.C.”

  Chapter Two

  Elizabeth Bandores lived in fear of forgetting her mother. Some days she struggled to picture her mother’s face in her mind or remember the sound of her voice. If she closed her eyes, she tried hard to recall the feel of her mom’s soft palm against her cheek, or the way she’d stroked Elizabeth’s hair as she drifted into the arms of sleep.

  Elizabeth was lucky. Her part-vampire genetics meant her memory was better than that of a full-human. She’d only been four years old when her mother disappeared into the void of the mine and she was lucky she remembered much of her at all. But two years had passed since she’d last seen her mom and even those fractured recollections were starting to fade.