The Immortal Warriors Boxed Set: Books 1-11

by H. T. Night

  I slipped the knife in my back pocket, leaned in, and put my hands around Yari’s waist. I pulled her in close and looked her in the eye. “But what if I wanted to harm you though?”

  “You want to harm me?” she asked, with a soft and sexy surprise in her voice.

  “How would a Tandra have a chance against a Mani like yourself?”

  She studied me a moment, obviously debating how much to tell me. Finally, she said, “There are a number of ways a mortal could defeat a Mani.” Yari kissed me gently on the lips. “Why would you want to harm me?”

  “Not you,” I said, but that’s all I would say.

  She looked at me for a long time, keeping me at arm’s length. I could sense her inner conflict. After all, why should she tell me their deepest secrets, especially the one that could bring down the entire prophecy? Did she trust me? And why should she trust me? Hell, just a few minutes earlier, I was preparing to fight her. Eventually, she shrugged and pulled me in close. When she spoke, she did so in my ear: “You defeated Atticai last night. He was forced to transition to escape. I’ve never seen that happen before. Not from a Tandra.”

  “How would I protect myself against your kind?” I asked.

  “There is no protection, but there are two ways to defeat us.”

  “A stake?” I offered.

  “A silver stake,” she corrected. “And you need to pierce a Mani so deeply that it goes in through the front and out through the back. Complete impalement.”

  I shuddered. “So, it doesn’t have to be through the heart?”

  “If you want maximum chance at a permanent kill, then yes, through the heart.” Yari reached down and began unzipping my pants with her left hand while we still bantered face-to-face. Within seconds, she had me free, and in a tight grip, and after three hundred years, well, let’s just say she was exceptionally skilled at what she was doing. Blood started to rush away from my head as my thoughts went in other directions. Downward.

  “And what’s the other way?” I struggled to say.

  “Excuse me?” Yari had clearly shifted her focus to something else entirely.

  I gasped and panted. She was good and mid-stroke, I asked her, “What... what is the other way a Tandra can defeat a Mani in battle?”

  Yari turned me around and sat me on the bed. She lifted a leg and was soon straddling me. Within moments, I was completely inside her. She leaned in and our bodies began moving in a slow, sensual motion.

  I moaned but, trying to maintain my focus, I repeated my question, in an abbreviated fashion: “Tandra versus Mani. How can Tandra win the battle?”

  “Well, Josiah,” she said, her voice husky in my ear, “the other way is to pierce a Mani’s neck from one side to the other with just about anything. Such a wound prevents us from transitioning. A Mani, you see, needs maximum air capacity to transition. After just a couple gasps, a Mani will be done.”

  “Done?” I asked, wondering if she meant dead.

  Apparently so, because she said, “So, there you go, Josiah. How to Kill a Mani for Dummies. Just don’t let our secret out, or I will have to kill you.”

  She grinned and kissed me deeply, and I wondered how much of what she was saying was true. Had she seriously given me the recipe for defeating her kind? Just because I was in her? I didn’t know, and I didn’t have much time to ponder these questions, because soon Yari was doing delicious and dirty things to me that I swore I would never repeat to anyone.

  And, I’m a man of my word.

  Chapter Twenty-six

  In the afterglow, I lay on the bed and was finally able to turn my head to look at the bedside clock. It was 10:00 p.m.

  “Isn’t tomorrow night the big night?” I asked, when my head finally cleared. “Isn’t it Lena’s birthday in twenty-six hours?”

  Yari was curled up next to me. Her body was warm, which went against everything I had heard about vampires. Hey, trust me, I was glad she was warm. The last thing I wanted was something cold and undead lying next to me. She was staring at me intently, while I looked up at the ceiling with my hands behind my head, trying to make the question casual, so that she would not suspect that I was planning anything. Which I kind of was.

  She nodded. “Yes, it’s almost time for the prophecy to come to fruition. I can’t miss it. I’m going to fly back soon.”

  “As the crow flies?”

  “As the hawk flies,” she said, pinching me. “Crows are vile.”

  “What’s the difference between a crow and a raven?”

  “Do we really want to talk about it?”

  I shrugged. “Probably not. So, does it have to be this way?”

  “What way?”

  “The sacrifice and all the bloodletting, or whatever it is, that Atticai plans on doing to Lena.”

  “Yes, Josiah.”

  “And where is it going to take place?”

  “It’s only going to be the four of us and Lena. We’re going to do it at the old Savoy Ranch. That’s where it is in the dream.”

  “Savoy Ranch is popular with hikers and campers. Aren’t you afraid someone will see you?”

  “Josiah, we are not afraid of anything. And don’t get any ideas. I’ve spared you tonight. But if you want to live, you will stay here and wait for me. Once Atticai becomes the Chosen One, he might show you clemency. That’s what I’m hoping for, at least. Otherwise, you’re going to have to spend the rest of your life on the run.”

  “Great. I’m once again at Atticai’s mercy. I saw what his mercy did to me the last time.”

  I rolled over and pretended to go to sleep, like most Tandra do after having sex. Except, I was not like other Tandra. Yari was my 4-1-1 to the Mani and their diabolical plans to slay Lena. Like hell, I was going to stay here. I’ve never run from a fight in my life, and no seven-foot goon, especially a goon I had already choked out, was going to stop me from helping a girl I cared about: Lena.

  Once Yari left, I had about 24 hours to convince Lena not to trust those bastards.

  Minutes later, Yari kissed me gently on the head. I didn’t stir. She opened the window after first peeling off the tape. I cracked an eye open and watched as she transitioned back into Daphne, the hawk, and took off out of the screenless window. In a flash of wings, she was gone, and, as I stared at the window, all I could think of was that I just watched a woman I had just slept with—well not a woman, but a something—turn into a bird of prey. A chill went down my spine.

  I decided to wait about an hour just in case Yari decided to come back for any reason, even to see if I was following her. As I waited, I gathered my things and left $200 on the bed with a note to the bed and breakfast hosts, saying that we were sorry for leaving early. That we had an emergency.

  An hour later, I was stowing my things in Tommy’s Mustang. I had a brief moment when the pain of his passing hit me hard, and I covered my face and sobbed deeply into my hands. Through all this madness, I hadn’t even had time to mourn Tommy. He had died only three days ago. Unfortunately, I was now caught up in a world that I needed to fix. Before another innocent person died. Her name hammered my heart like a mantra. Lena: A sweet, trusting, innocent virgin, who ate burgers and fries with me and was my friend and the gentlest girl I have ever known.

  Even more unfortunate was that I didn’t have anything close to a plan; that is, unless you counted the general goal: find Lena. Fast.

  I fired up the car and headed out. I intended to do just that.

  Chapter Twenty-seven

  I drove all night and arrived at Lena’s house at about 7:00 a.m.

  There were no cars parked out front, and the lights were out. The trailer park looked deserted, and I suddenly felt hopeless. The only other place I could think to look was the creepy mansion in Victorville. I knocked on the door and waited. I kept looking to the sky for Daphne. Sadly, I knew that I needed to avoid her, too. Especially her. With a start, I realized that it was probably over for me and Yari. Me and Daphne. I was light. She was dark. And she was in a
creepy cult clan with a terrifying agenda. And I... didn’t want to be.

  Finally, I heard the door unlatch. It opened and Lena was standing there, wearing white shorts and a red tank top. Her hair was messy, and I had obviously awakened her.

  “Holy shit, Josiah, you’re alive!” Lena jumped into my arms and hugged me. “Come in. I don’t want anyone to see you.”

  “Where’s your family?”’

  “They took off to Vegas last night.”

  Lena grabbed a blanket from the floor and laid it on the couch. I looked around the living room area. It was extremely conservative. There were crosses on the wall, pictures of Jesus, and posters with Bible verses on them.

  “Wow, I guess you rebelled, didn’t you?” I said, referring to all the Christian stuff in the room.

  “Don’t even get me started on the hypocrisy in this house. I am so happy you’re here.”

  “You are?” I said, surprised.

  “Josiah, I was so upset when I heard what they had done to you. You have to understand that Atticai had no choice. I know that on some level, he was hoping you would make it through the trial of the snakes. He just has to abide by the rules of the Triat. If Atticai wanted you dead, you would be dead. He gave you an out, and you made it.”

  “Some out,” I said, thinking about all the snakes. I was going to have nightmares for the rest of my life. But the thought that Atticai wasn’t such an awful person—or whatever creature he was—intrigued me. Indeed, if he wanted me dead, he could have just ordered for me to be dropped me from high above. I would have fallen a hundred or so feet, at least ten stories roughly. I would have been dead for sure. Instead, he sent snakes after me. How biblically symbolic of him. Still, the big goon had nefarious plans for Lena, and that’s where I drew the line. Atticai, in the end, was no friend of mine. Or hers.

  And since when did I start using words like nefarious? Since I started talking about vampires? Vampires and nefarious go hand in hand.

  I shook my head, focusing my thoughts and pushing them out at Lena. “Well, before he decided to turn into his little black bird, I almost choked him out.”

  “Be glad you didn’t. The other guys would have ripped you to shreds.”

  “Why, Lena?”

  “Why, what?”

  “Why do you love him? Why do you want that world? Why do you have to be a part of them? You’re better than that.”

  “Am I, now? Look around, Josiah. I live in a two-bedroom trailer where my stepdad finds a way to put his grimy hands on me every day. And if he’s not doing that, he’s spying on me showering or changing.”

  “Then move out. Go somewhere else.”

  “Where? Where can I go?” She paused, perhaps sensing the silliness of her own question. A nineteen-year-old girl could go anywhere. At least, she could move in with friends, like Tommy and I had done. She steeled her resolve and said, “I love Atticai and he loves me. And that’s enough for me.”

  “But he doesn’t love you, Lena. He’s using you.”

  “What do you know? You didn’t know any of them until a month ago, and now you’re an expert? I know you lost your best friend, and I can’t imagine how bad that is screwing with your head, but I’m not you. This is the life I want.”

  “Lena, listen to me. If you leave tonight with Atticai, he will kill you.”

  “Kill me?! You don’t know what you’re talking about—”

  “Lena, I know more than you know. I know about their prophecies. Atticai is to be their Chosen One. He is going to become some white eagle or something and save all the good Mani from the bad Mani. I know everything.”

  “Then what’s the problem, Josiah? Atticai and I will always be connected. Don’t you see? It’s beautiful.”

  “Wait, you know?”

  “I know what I care to know. I know Atticai needs me to fulfill his destiny, and I’m willing to do whatever it takes and to do whatever he needs me to do to make that happen.”

  “Even if it means killing you?!” I yelled. “He’s going to suck all the blood out of your body. You are basically going to bleed to death. You do understand that you are not one of them, right? You can romanticize it all you want. In the end, he’s going to kill you.”

  “I see,” she said, but I don’t think she saw at all. “What do you suggest I should do then, Josiah, since you seem to have all the answers?”

  “Run away with me. I have over a hundred thousand in the bank from my MMA winnings and inheritance. Run away with me, Lena, and we’ll start a whole new life together.”

  “Are you in love with me or something?”

  I looked at her and didn’t know how to answer that. “All I know is, I don’t want you to die. I want you to live. I’m willing to do whatever it takes. To save you.”

  “Josiah, come sit next to me.” She patted the couch next to her, and I did as she asked. “I know a lot has happened since you stuck up for me. To be honest, I cried for hours when they told me that you were dead.”

  I sighed. “We need to get going. Now,” I said firmly.

  “Josiah, I believe that once in every lifetime, each of us is given a golden opportunity. We’re given a chance to be a part of something greater than ourselves. Some people never get this chance. I’m going to take it.”

  “But you’re going to die. And for what? So, some hidden underground societies have peace?”

  Lena put her arms around me, and I found my head resting on her chest. I could hear the strong beat of her heart. She was so amazing. She was so comforting, too. I came here to try to save her, but instead, she was comforting me. I was exhausted, and soon we both fell asleep in one another’s arms. There was nothing sexual about it. It was just two friends who discovered they loved each other.

  Chapter Twenty-eight

  We woke up around noon and I tried talking her out of it several times. Mostly, she didn’t want to talk about it.

  We grabbed something to eat, and mostly I couldn’t eat. How can you eat, knowing the person sitting across from you, a person you had come to care about deeply, was going to die in just a matter of hours? We talked a lot, and I learned more and more about her. Every time I brought up her upcoming birthday, she shushed me with a haunting smile. All in all, it was an extremely odd day.

  Finally, it was about 10:30 at night.

  “You’d better leave, Josiah. They’ll be picking me up at any minute to take me over to Savoy Ranch.”

  I walked over to her and hugged her tight. I hugged her the way I would have hugged my mom and my sister on the day they had their car accident, had I somehow known their fate ahead of time. I knew Lena’s fate if she did not come with me. I looked down at her and kissed her on the lips.

  “Lena, whatever happens, please know that I care about you. That I always will.”

  “I know, Josiah,” she leaned in and held me tightly and then let go. “You better go.”

  I left Lena’s house feeling sick and disoriented. I needed to control something in my life. Everything important was spiraling in circles, just out of my reach.

  What the hell was I going to do?

  One thing I knew I could do was go to the hospital and try to see where they moved Tommy’s body. Was there a morgue in the hospital basement, like in the movies? It was a grim thought, thinking about my closest friend in the world’s lifeless body, stuck in a freezer, waiting for autopsy, burial, closure. It was all I had to grip onto at this moment while I waited for Lena’s sick and twisted demise. She seemed perfectly happy to go to it. I was aghast at her decision.

  So, I went to the hospital in search of my other best friend, the dead one. I needed to find out where they had placed Tommy’s body. After all, I still needed to make funeral arrangements.

  The eeriness of pulling into the hospital in Tommy’s car wasn’t lost on me. I shuddered slightly and felt sick again. I went straight to the front desk and asked them about the deceased. They sent me to the morgue in the basement, just like I visualized before I went there. After
going through a bunch of doors and two different security guards, I found a pleasant-looking lady wearing horned-rimmed glasses sitting behind a desk. She seemed to be waiting for me.

  “How can I help you?” she asked.

  The room was cold. I shivered. I said, “My friend died in this hospital a few days ago, and I need to make funeral arrangements.”

  I knew a thing or two about hospitals and death, since I had lost my whole family. I knew hospitals kept bodies until family members could make arrangements for a proper burial.

  “I’m sorry to hear that,” she said, and to her credit, she sounded legitimately sorry. “What’s his name?”

  “Tommy Jensen.”

  She paused and stared at me. “You’re the family of Tommy Jensen?”

  “Yes, more or less.”

  “You need to go back upstairs and speak to Human Resources.”

  “Why?” I said. “I was told to come down here. What happened?”

  “I can’t get into it, young man. You’ll need to speak to a hospital administrator.”

  “What the hell are you talking about? Do you have Tommy or not?”

  She stared at me and, amazingly, I saw that her hands were shaking. What the fuck was going on? I forced myself to calm down, even though I felt my heart racing.

  “Please, what’s going on? Tell me.”

  She looked over my shoulder and then behind her. We were alone. “I’ve been working in this hospital for over twenty years, and I’ve never seen what I saw with your friend.”

  Now my heart figuratively froze in my chest, but I could feel an actual chill tighten my breathing. “What are you talking about?”

  “I shouldn’t be telling you this. In fact, I was told specifically never to mention again what I saw.”

  I was suddenly finding it extremely difficult to breathe.

  “But you’re here now, and... you have a right to know.” She took off her glasses and started shaking her head. “Screw my bosses. Sometimes, you just have to do the right thing.”