Ellowyn Found: An MM Vampire Trilogy Omnibus Edition Books 1 - 3

by Kayleigh Sky

  Asa glanced away as one of the other cops came back through the door with a ratty piece of duct-taped tarp and dropped it on the floor. They rolled up the scrawny vampire without a word and carried it outside where the surreal swish of sprinklers reached Asa’s ears. Mr Li had the neighborhood’s greenest lawn but sat by candlelight some nights when he ran out of gas for his generator.

  Some people said that’s how vampires had lived—squatting in candlelit caves, drinking the blood of stolen humans. Inbreeding. Creatures who spoke in grunts and hisses, though this one hadn’t.

  “You… kill me.”

  And they had.

  The slam of the patrol car’s trunk scattered Asa’s thoughts. Well, where else would they put it? Not laid out on the back seat. It was garbage.

  His dad shut the front door.

  “What will you do with it?” Asa asked.

  A frown creased his dad’s forehead. “Do with it?”

  “The vampire? Will you bury it?”

  The impulse to lie showed in the curtain that fell across his dad’s face and smoothed his frown away. He looked like Asa, just older. Gray eyes, wheat colored hair gone light brown, and a strong chin and nose. Asa had his mother’s freckles on his cheeks though.

  “I don’t know what involvement you think I have with this.”

  “He knew you,” Asa said.

  His dad worried his mouth for a moment, pulling his upper lip between his teeth, breathing out. “It. And no, I didn’t know it. It volunteered for some tests we’re conducting. I use prisoners. The choice is death or a chance at life. You know we’ve been looking for a vaccine.”

  “I didn’t know about the vampires. You starved it.”

  His dad’s face twisted. “Don’t be dumb, Asa. What would be the point in starving it? We have a synthetic blood. It was sick, and it ran away.”

  But he thought it again—Vampires don’t get sick. Almost never.

  He wasn’t going to get anywhere with his dad right now though, so he nodded and went upstairs.

  Lady was waiting for him, whining and trying to nudge her way past, but he shut the door. “Later, girl.”

  He lay down and dropped his head on his pillow. Lady jumped up too and circled a few times before settling down with her chin over his ankle.

  “You hear that?” he whispered.

  He thought he heard the rumble of an earthquake, but nothing moved. Maybe it was something downstairs, but then the voice murmured in his ear, Hey.

  Lady lifted her head.

  But she couldn’t have heard it. It wasn’t a real voice. The first time it spoke to him, it had sounded sad. Now it sounded tired and sometimes curious. Was it curious about him? Curious about why he kept up his routine—school, walks with Lady, Scrabble or chess with his dad—while vampires took over.

  You’re close.

  “Come get me,” he whispered.

  But nobody answered. Of course not. He was talking to himself. The voice was nothing but his imagination.

  Lady’s chin settled on his leg again, and he watched the light seep into the sky until it was time to get up and go downstairs.

  His dad sat at the kitchen table with the Lakewood Times. Asa poured a bowl of cereal and got a spoon out of a drawer.

  “It broke the entertainment center,” he said, remembering the sparkle of glass embedded in the carpet. He’d have to keep Lady away.

  “It’s just glass. I’ll get it fixed.”

  “We were lucky.”

  His dad sighed. “I know, but I’d do everything the same. It’s my job.”

  But Asa’s brain didn’t work that way. A switch had flipped when his mom didn’t come home after the Upheaval. The world had turned gray. Asa didn’t trust gray or the murky motives of everyone trying to survive. He trusted black and white.

  His routine.

  Heroes and vil—

  Vampires.

  “I want to join the sentries,” he said.

  “After you finish school, we’ll talk again. I was hoping you’d work with me.”

  “What about after school? Work with you, I-I mean.”

  A strange panicky feeling bloomed in his chest as though he’d lied about something, because he’d never wanted to work with his dad before. Not that Asa didn’t love his dad, but the vampire’s face appeared to him, its bones glowing under the stretched-tight skin.

  Did it hurt to starve?

  “You’d like that?” His dad’s eyes had lit up.

  “I want to try.”

  “Excellent. I’ll set something up for you. Maybe tomorrow afternoon?”

  He nodded.

  After school, Larry drove him home and idled at the curb. Asa got out, bent down to the window, and peered back into the car. “Thanks, Larry.”

  “You bet.”

  The engine rumbled steadily, but the car didn’t move. Larry probably planned to report to Asa’s dad that he’d made sure Asa was safe inside the house before he left. All secure, sir.

  Asa snort-laughed and opened the gate to the side yard. A black and white blur charged him, and he stooped and pounded on Lady’s sides, tipping his head out of the way of her tongue. Panting hot doggy breath, she scrambled back and wagged her tail.

  “C’mon. Let’s get something to eat.”

  He dropped his backpack on the kitchen table and opened the refrigerator. Bread, cheese, milk, and carrots. He broke off two pieces of cheese and tossed one to Lady.

  Her teeth clacked as she snatched it out of the air, and an image of the scrawny vamp flashed into his head again. Wicked fangs. Deadly. But Asa and his dad weren’t the ones who’d died. You… kill me.

  Cheese souring in his stomach, Asa went through the living room and peered out the narrow window beside the front door. No car at the curb now. No vampires either.

  Stirring at the push of Lady against his leg, he opened the front door. “Okay, girl. Let’s go walk.”

  She knocked him sideways and sped across the lawn, spinning on the pavement and scuttling backwards as he approached. Her tongue lolled, one ear up, one bent. He’d gotten her when he was eleven, right after the Upheaval, from a soldier at one of the supply centers. “Think you can take care of this little one for me?”

  His mom had only been gone a few weeks, and they hadn’t moved out of their old house yet. His dad still went to work, and for a long time, Asa had tutors until one of the schools reopened. Some places still held by humans had colleges, but not the Lakewood Refuge, which was named after the development Asa and his dad lived in now. It was safer than their old house, where they’d stayed for months before the vampires attacked. That had been proof to his dad that the Upheaval had nothing to do with the war no matter what the vampires said. They hadn’t reacted to their lost homes. They’d waited. They’d taken advantage, so when some of them called for peace, Asa’s dad hadn’t believed them.

  “The filthy creatures don’t want peace,” he’d said. “They want our blood.”

  But not all of them took it. And Asa wanted to trust. Maybe, underneath everything, vampires weren’t all bad. Or maybe only some of them were. He wanted peace. He wanted the world the way it had been before war fell over it. He’d dreamed about being a cop, or a teacher, or a psychologist like his mom. His dad had arranged a funeral for her a year after the Upheaval, but Asa suspected that had really just been for his benefit. Only his dad’s employees had come.

  Asa lived a good life in a safe place. He had food and clothes and a dog and his dad. He ignored the voice, though sometimes it sounded so close he’d examine every face around him, looking for it. Excited, almost eager. But for what?

  It was his imagination.

  Because he was going crazy probably. Lakewood was stuck inside a circle of sentries and tanks, battling creatures that were supposed to have stayed made up. So most times, Asa ignored the voice, but othertimes, he swelled to bursting with a strange energy he had no way to get rid of. No more TV or talking to his mom. No more chess games with her or running
ramps on his skateboard. No more baseball games to play.

  “Come get me,” he whispered.

  But where would he go?

  Nowhere.

  He headed down the street to the bottom of the hill where a wrought-iron fence surrounded a lake. Some of the houses in the neighborhood had crumbled, and ivy covered the remains. Asa gazed at the flutter of washed-out sun in the leafy treetops—glad he had Lady with him—and shivered. Safe yesterday wasn’t safe today.

  “They can’t help themselves,” his dad had said. “They have to feed.”

  So the vampires plundered and bled people dry. One of them—a prince maybe—had condemned the murders, but Asa had seen some of the bodies.

  I’m close…

  A few yards ahead, Lady stopped and gazed back at him with a frown over her pale blue eyes. “I’m coming,” he said, and she bounded away again.

  They circled the lake before heading back up the hillside. Soon the light slipped away, and the sky turned purple. Under the trees, the shadows thickened, and a shape stepped out of the dark.

  A vampire.

  It didn’t shock him. After all this time, Asa half expected it.

  The vampire stared, and a second later, a shadow shot into the space between them.

  “Lady, no!”

  The vampire disappeared as Lady broke into the bushes. Heart pounding, Asa rushed after her. His panicked eyes pulled in every detail—golden motes floating in the fading beams of light, the gilded edges of fringed leaves. He skittered down a slope of ivy to the fence around the lake. Footsteps thumped behind him. He scrabbled up the wobbly section of planks, thrashing and kicking as hands grabbed him and pulled him loose.

  “No… no…”

  He sank his foot into somebody’s gut but only got a chuckle. “Kid’s feisty.”

  Humans?

  He drove his elbow back into the ribs of the guy who’d grabbed him, and a breath exploded against his ear. “Fuck.”

  The guy fell against him, and Asa collapsed, gasping into a mound of dirt and leaves. He spat and struggled to get his knees under him. A few feet away, the other guy yelped, and the one on top of him rolled off and tumbled down the slope. Asa got up and scrambled back through the bushes, tearing at the branches in front of him until he burst out on the pavement and ran.

  Mine…

  And staggered to a stop. The vampire was back. It stood against the edge of the sidewalk, still sheltered under the trees, but this time, with Lady at its side. Was it the same vampire as before? Its long wavy hair fell in a tangle over a dirty T-shirt, and ratty jeans showed one knee. Lady tipped her gaze up at it, and the vampire stooped and patted her neck.

  “Lady!”

  The creature jerked as though startled. Lady stepped out into the street, sat, and looked back.

  Why didn’t it attack? It hid, staying in the shadows. Was this the one who’d chased Asa’s attackers away?

  “Were those guys human?” he asked.

  The vampire nodded as Asa’s heart slowed, and when the creature spoke again, warmth stole through him.

  “I won’t hurt you,” it murmured. “I promise.”

  2

  Train Wreck

  Twenty years after the Upheaval…

  * * *

  Mine.

  Oh, hell no. No way was Asa hearing that voice again. He dragged himself awake, not wanting to dream about a vampire he’d cut out of his heart and memory years ago.

  Voices buzzed all around him. The train was crowded, and the voice could have come from anyone.

  He scrubbed his face, then craned his neck and scanned the car for Louise. Not that he wanted her anywhere near him. Bitch had drunk the Kool-Aid, that was for sure.

  He settled back in his seat and stared out the window. The sun shone through the plum-colored clouds that striated the sky. They were heading into Monterey now. Opposite the direction he’d been going, which was anywhere that wasn’t Comity and was as far away from the drainer Brillen Acalliona as possible. The bastard had almost drunk Asa dry. Drainers repulsed a lot of people, even vampires, but Asa lived by feeding them. Luckily or unluckily for him, some vamps got sick on the fake blood the rest of them drank, so they went to donors and whores like Asa. Donors were legal, hired by donor centers. Others, like Asa, sold sex with their blood and sold it to drainers and nondrainers alike.

  Feeding a regular vamp was against the law, but that night with Brillen was the scariest it had ever gotten. Something about the job had raised Asa’s hackles from the get-go, but two days without food had made him grab at the chance for some cash. Plus, it had been Mateo who’d recommended him. Mateo might not take any more jobs off the street, but Asa wasn’t that particular. He wanted a green chili cheeseburger and a roof to sleep under. Instead, he’d gotten half drained until a strange fog hid him as he ran.

  Later, after Mateo’s uncle told him that Mateo had been killed and he’d found out a cop was looking for the blood whore who’d been with Acalliona, he’d run.

  Now he was here, heading back the way he’d come. According to Louise, there’d been some kind of vampire festival in Monterey, and vamps had travelled from all over for it, but a lot of the passengers on the train were human. He glanced around the inside of the car.

  A guy in the seat in front of him said, “You need to apply. Highway restoration means jobs for years.”

  “Yeah, maybe,” said his companion.

  Clearly not interested. No more interested than Asa was in the job Louise was taking him to. Of course, he was an idiot. Nobody went to all this trouble just to convince an employee to take a job. She’d paid him in advance and was personally escorting him to meet the administrator of the new donor center. But why Asa? Plenty of blood whores wanted jobs.

  Why didn’t he ask about things like this before he took the money and got himself into trouble?

  Not that Louise would tell him the truth. She had the eyes of a zealot. Or a collaborator. What was her story anyway? Surely, she didn’t believe what she’d asked him earlier.

  “Do you think they can turn people?”

  Vampires? Turn people? Into what? It had taken him a moment to realize she’d meant turning humans into vampires.

  “Like in the movies,” she’d added.

  His skin had threatened to crawl off his body and hide.

  God. Was that what she wanted? Why she worked so happily for them? His gorge rose just thinking about it. But there were always people willing to work for the other side. At least Louise was honest about it.

  The whoosh of the door sliding open drew his gaze behind him. He gritted his teeth and winced when she dropped beside him.

  “Train’s going to fill up after the next stop. Here.”

  She handed him a can of Coke. I’m a Pepsi person was on the tip of his tongue before he bit it back. Or coffee, considering it was almost the crack of dawn, for fuck’s sake. But he opened the can and took a swallow. “How many of them will I feed a day?”

  The bewilderment in her eyes barely lasted a second before they went black and glassy again. “I’m not sure. You’ll have to talk to Mr. Frenn.”

  Louise was probably in her forties. Dark hair and dark eyes. Short and a little stocky. She had a doughy look to her face, and her eyes were bright as stones under water. And as warm.

  And as lifelike.

  A Kool-Aid drinker. Maybe vampires gave her a sense of importance she’d never had before, but she’d still sold out to them. The creepy-crawly vibrations he was getting from her told him there was no donor center. He’d thought there might not be a Mr. Frenn either, except for the sneer in Louise’s voice every time she said his name. Frenn was a servant, according to her.

  “But our boss,” she’d added hastily. She was afraid of him, but whatever he was, she didn’t fawn over him the way she did vampire royals. So what did she want Asa for?

  Well, the minute he got off the train, he was ditching her ass.

  “But it’ll be state of the art,” she sa
id, balancing her Coke on her knee. “You’ll have every luxury. Our clients will only be the best vampires.”

  He narrowed his eyes on her. The train slid under a canopy of trees, and shadows fell over them. “What makes some vampires better than others?”

  She leaned closer. “They’ll be royals.”

  “I thought only one of the princes was a drainer.”

  She shook her head. “Don’t worry about that. Just— Look!” She pointed out the window.

  The train sped along the top of a ridge and provided a view of trees and the roofline of a golden house. Half a dozen antennae and twice as many chimneys speared the sky. The house was massive, even from a distance.

  “The king’s,” she whispered.

  Not a human king. He turned to her, expecting adoration, and recoiled from the hate slithering in her eyes. Interesting.

  “Not my king,” he said.

  She smiled. “No. Not everybody’s.” She stared at him a moment longer, then leaned in again. He kept still. If he let her talk, maybe she’d tell him something he needed to know. “He wasn’t supposed to be king.”

  He frowned. “Why not?”

  She took a drink of her Coke. “What do you know about the families?”

  “As little as possible.”

  She rolled her eyes and leaned her head back. The mansion was far behind them now. “You’ll service vampires,” she said. “It pays to understand them.”

  There was little to understand. They were the victors.

  “I know enough,” he said. “They have seven royal families and one king.”

  “But there was an order to the families that had lasted for thousands of years. And now it’s broken. The first family was the Seneras, but now they’re the sixth family. The Dinallahs were the second family, but the king is a Dinallah.”

  “So how’d he get into power if the Seneras are still around?”

  She smiled again with a creepy happiness. “Rune Senera killed his father, the one true king, Qudim. But… He had support, so he wasn’t killed himself in retribution, though many Ellowyn called for him to die. To appease them, he stepped down, and Zeveriah took his place. But just as many Ellowyn believe that Zeveriah was just as guilty of Qudim’s death, and even if he wasn’t, he isn’t a worthy king either. He should have gutted Rune like a true vampire would have. Now, he has many enemies.”