What to Read After FSOG: The Gemstone Collection (WTRAFSOG Book 9)

by Kristine Cayne

  She grinned at the thought.

  About the Author

  Anne has written her entire life and has the boxes of angst-filled journals and poetry to prove it. She’s been writing for public consumption for the last four years. Currently she is writing two romance series. In Stories of Serendipity, she explores real people living real lives in small town Texas in a contemporary romance setting. In The Four Winds, she chronicles God’s four closest archangels, Uriel, Gabriel, Raphael, and Michael, falling in love and becoming human. She lives in rural East Texas with her husband and children in her own private oasis, where she prides herself in her complete lack of social skills, choosing instead to live with the people inside her head.

  Join Anne Conley on Facebook, read about publishing updates, read excerpts of new work, and find out what she’s up to at:

  facebook.com/anneconleyauthor

  She loves comments and thoughts. You can email her at:

  anneconleyauthor@gmail.com

  Follow Anne Conley on Twitter:

  @Anneconley10

  Check on her at Pinterest, to find visuals that inspire her work, as well as recipes, and more!

  Check out her website at:

  www.anneconley.wix.com/anneconleyauthor

  Make friends with her on Goodreads, Shelfari, Kindleboards, and Wattpad!

  City of the Fallen

  Dark Tides series, Book One

  Diana Bocco

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are all a product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, locales or events is entirely coincidental.

  Copyright © 2013 Diana Bocco

  All rights reserved.

  No part of this book may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any printed or electronic form.

  Cover art: Clarissa Yeo

  Chapter One

  Her last night of freedom.

  Isabelle looked into the distance one more time before she closed the shutters and started securing the windows. The air was thick with moisture and a storm was brewing in the distance, making the darkening sky appear even more ominous and somber than usual.

  Over the past few years she had grown used to the silence, to the disappearance of cars, music, children. Still, tonight everything seemed even more dreary than usual. Maybe because she knew it was her last night of hiding out in the shadows. Her last night of holding on to what it meant to be human.

  The rest of the group was busy latching the windows, but she couldn’t tear herself away from the last bit of light scurrying in through the gap in the shutters. She pushed her face against the wood and took a deep breath, trying to sponge up the sunset into her lungs. The air smelled bare, just like it had for years now.

  Two years ago, on her twenty-ninth birthday, she had promised herself she would die before letting one of the monsters touch her. Now, she was ready to walk into the darkness and offer herself to them.

  The chances of her making it through the barren lands and into the compound were small. If she managed to get there before the sun went down and they woke up, maybe she had a chance. A small one, but a chance nonetheless.

  Her body pulsated in fear and anticipation. She didn’t want to think about what was waiting for her when she finally made it there. Surviving the monsters outside only to become a slave and then try the impossible.

  “I wish you would reconsider.”

  She sighed before turning around to face her brother. Her baby brother, who had aged a decade since the invasion had begun five years ago and badly needed a shave.

  She resisted the urge to hug him. “We’ve been over this before, Shawn. And you know as well as I do that there’s no other way.”

  Shawn smiled softly. “We also know the chances of this working are very small.”

  Isabelle looked towards the living room to the few faces hushed up in the darkness. The whole group had been hiding in the house for almost six months, and were as close as family now. Or as close as a family you could get after everything that had happened.

  They had been in the house longer than in any of their previous hideouts. Partly because the house was in a semi-rural area, away from main roads and well hidden behind rows of trees and outbuildings. Unless somebody was looking closely, it was relatively easy to miss. Besides, the group was getting weaker. Gas was in short supply and they were now down to two vehicles that barely ran anymore. Moving on foot was almost impossible. With impromptu shelters so hard to find, they couldn’t risk getting caught on the roads when the sun went down.

  When the invasion started, most people had run away with their families, hidden and tried to survive as best they could in the midst of the chaos that ensued. Slowly, however, most families had started to lose members. Children had been the first to go—too slow and too loud to avoid the monsters hunting in the dark. Then went the weak and the old. Without access to hospitals and medical care, it didn’t take much to knock you down. And once you were down, you were easy prey. To survive, the only choice was to run and hide, so the weak ones were left behind to be hunted down like animals.

  There had been no warning, no sign of the coming apocalypse. The attackers had risen out of the darkness in a matter of days. How long they’d been around, planning an invasion, was anybody’s guess. But when they had decided to make their presence known, they had been ready for war. The world hadn’t been. The world population had quickly died by the hundreds of millions. The ones who survived, the people like her, had been hiding in holes and blacked-out houses for five years. And it was time for a survivor to come out and play hero—even if it was a stupid idea.

  She put her caramel hair up in a ponytail, thinking it had never been this long before. “We’re starving, Shawn. Half of the people here are sick and we’ve run out of places to scavenge. What else can we do?”

  He cursed and then plopped down on a chair near the window. “I’ll take the first shift.”

  She had given up on shifts a long time ago. If the monsters found the house and decided to attack, there was nothing her group could do. Shawn probably knew that too, but he insisted on organizing watch shifts throughout the night. She didn’t want to argue. This was her brother’s shot at holding on to hope and she didn’t want to take that away.

  But deep down she knew an attack would be quick, merciless and fatal.

  The monsters would win. The vampires.

  The first sliver of sun was peeking in through the windows when she woke up, breathing hard. She’d been dreaming all night about the monsters and the horrors that awaited her. The screams still resonated in her ears, almost as real as the world around her.

  She sat up on her mattress and took a few deep breaths, fighting against the wild booming in her chest. As her breathing started to calm down, she looked around, pausing on the mattress where Anna and Sofia were sound asleep, just a few feet away from her. At nineteen and twenty-one, the sisters were the youngest people she had seen in a very long time.

  It all suddenly seemed hopeless. Even if she was able to get to the compound, what exactly was she hoping to accomplish? Was she really expecting to walk into the king’s room and stake him in the heart while the other vampires watched?

  Isabelle, the great vampire killer.

  She felt like crying.

  Right then and there, she decided she had to leave right now, without saying goodbye. The practical side of her was telling her it was best not to waste any daylight with hugs, tears and promises of “I’ll see you soon”. But the truth was more complicated than that. She simply didn’t want to lie. She didn’t want to promise Shawn that she’d see him soon. She didn’t want to deal with everybody’s last-minute requests for her to stay behind. She had decided a long time ago that humanity’s last hope was in killing the vampire king. And that she should be the one to try it.

  It had been a fantasy at first. The kind of daydream you had when all hope was lost and you wanted to convince yourself you cou
ld still win. So she had dreamed, first during the day and then eventually every time she closed her eyes. Dreams of a new dawn, of a hopeful tomorrow. And of herself piercing the heart of the monster that ruled the vampire world. Somehow in the midst of all the dreams, she had convinced herself it was actually possible. And the dreams had become more of a strategic plan: how to get to him, how to gain his trust, how to kill him. As much as she hated the idea, the only way in was to become the one thing she hated more than vampires themselves: a pet.

  The first couple of years had been easy for vampires. A plentiful supply of blood and a prey that was easy to hunt. But over time, more and more people had gone into hiding and soon vampires were having a difficult time finding food. So were humans. And so the concept of pets had been born. Those who were starving had the option of becoming pets. Either for a single vampire or—much worse—for a group of them. In exchange for providing blood, sex and entertainment, the person could get food and shelter. No more running, no more hiding.

  Complete families had started surrendering in a desperate attempt to stay alive. It was hard to guess what had happened to them once they were gone from the cities and into the vampire compounds or areas. None were ever seen again. There were lots of rumors—vampires torturing children, vampires leaving humans to die once their blood supply became too low, women being passed around to a large group of vampires… It was hard to know what was true and what was a result of widespread panic. She knew vampires could turn humans if they wanted, but she doubted they ever did. Why bring a lowly human into their ranks? There were already enough of them (and too few humans) in the world.

  She closed her eyes, took a deep breath to hold back the tears and then slowly got up. Robert was on window watch, the last of the day. Once the sun was up, the world was safe again—at least until the darkness returned.

  He acknowledged her with a slight head nod when she entered the room.

  “I’m going out for a bit,” she whispered and Robert nodded again.

  On the way out, she grabbed her scavenging bag. It contained everything she needed—everything she owned—plus a change of clothes she’d stolen from Sofia. She needed to clean up before walking into the compound. The more attractive she looked, the better her chances of landing an important master. Somebody closer to the king.

  She jumped into the car and started the engine on the first try. Before anybody had time to step outside, and before she had a chance to change her mind, she took off towards the highway and the plundered world ahead.

  The wind was howling against her window as she drove away.

  Chapter Two

  By five in the afternoon, the realization was sinking in: she had underestimated the distance to the compound.

  Even driving at high speeds on an empty road, there would be no way she could make it there before sunset. But the roads weren’t exactly deserted anyway: skeletons of abandoned cars littered the highway. At times, she had to veer off the pavement to maneuver around them. They were a reminder of how fast and how devastating the invasion had been. Many had died right there, on the highway, as the vampires descended upon them with annihilating fury.

  Her major concern was to make sure she didn’t get caught driving at night. The monsters would be out, hunting, and she would be the center of attention. Even worse: they would be able to hear her coming for miles. There were few cars left on the roads, in part because many had become undrivable, full of the remnants of civilization. But there was also the noise factor. Vampires could detect the quietest of cracks miles away, so an engine would act like a magnet, bringing them out of hiding and straight towards her. She’d heard they patrolled the roads for clues of survivors. And they were growing hungrier by the day—if one of them found her, she would become dinner right then and there.

  Her best chance of making it through the night was to find a hiding place and then set off again at sunrise. She could try to make it to the next town over—how far was it? Fifty miles? Seventy?—but towns didn’t usually make for the best hiding places. They were too obvious. Survivors often headed there to scavenge for food, medicine or anything useful they could find.

  That would’ve been fine, except that where humans lurked, so did vampires. The scent of blood was strong and it attracted solitary hunters. Too much of a risk. It was actually a better idea to hide somewhere barren, where humans wouldn’t normally be found because there was nothing there for them. Factories were a good choice. So were airports and schools. No planes anywhere in sight, but the paper factory was close enough that she could make it there before darkness took over.

  Maybe.

  The factory had only been abandoned a few years, but the state of decay made it seem like it had been left to rot for decades. Even from far away, she could see most of the windows had been smashed and mold had begun to seep over the walls, blackening them. Nature had no mercy for anything or anybody, reclaiming what it could as fast as possible. Just like vampires. Just like the survivors.

  Ironically, much of the destruction—if not all—you could find in the cities had been caused by humans. Vampires had no use for food, medicine or other material things found in cities. When the invasion began, most of them had simply taken over the mansions and luxurious countryside residences. As people fled from the cities trying to find somewhere to hide, even the most sprawling metropolises had become ghost towns. The vampires had no interest in them, and people couldn’t stay in them without risking being discovered, so nature took over.

  Before people had taken off, there had been a lot of looting, destruction, chaos. People still hadn’t really grasped what was going on, so they clung to the notion of material richness. Grab nice clothes, take the expensive car with you. Soon the cities had been pillaged until they looked like warzones. Fires had broken out, people had killed each other. All without the help of vampires.

  She stopped the car between two sheds and looked around. Part of the factory’s roof had collapsed and flaking speckles of paint danced around in the wind and away from the walls. Moss peeked through some of the windows and looped around the broken glass. Just beyond the factory, a couple of abandoned cars and a yellow bulldozer looked almost ready to spring to life. There was enough debris around that the car looked like it belonged there. She could see a metal staircase far ahead, providing entrance to the building. She grabbed her bag and made a dash for it.

  The sun was setting down behind her, giving way to the sounds of the night. Soon, all the night hunters would come out to play.

  The wind whistled and howled all around her, dragging bits of leaves and dust. She shivered and zipped up her jacket as she ran up the steps. Ivy looped around the stair rail, poking her hands when she tried to hold on to gain speed.

  The door was unlocked. She stepped inside and pushed the door closed behind her. Too bad there was no way of locking it. Not that it would’ve stopped a determined vampire, but it might have been enough to convince him the place was empty.

  She was in some sort of control room. A few empty lockers and the remnants of what looked like machines littered nearly every corner. Pieces of glass blanketed the floor and her first thought was that at least she would hear the crunch if somebody made their way into the room during the night.

  The stale smell of mold permeated the room, extending towards the corridors ahead. She could hear the splatter of water in the distance, but other than that, the place was quiet. No animals scurrying by—at least not yet. She needed to find a place to hide until dawn. Somewhere not only hard to reach but also where her smell wouldn’t be so obvious. Both the two-legged and the four-legged predators had excellent noses. She didn’t want to be found but if she was, she didn’t want to be surprised in a corner, with nowhere to run.

  She left the control room and hurried down a corridor on the other side of the room. There were bits and pieces of metal all over the ground and she told herself this was another place to avoid in the dark—it would be impossible to walk around silently when the flo
or was a minefield of rubbish. Just a careless step somewhere and the sound of her feet kicking metal would reverberate all around the place.

  Darkness was quickly slipping into the building and her heart sped up. The next room would have to do, whatever it was. She couldn’t risk running through the building anymore once night set in. She turned a corner and pushed a door open. The room smelled like decay, like the rest of the building. There was a tiny window on the back wall, just big enough for her to slip through. A massive desk was pushed against a corner and she decided that was it. She climbed over the top and sat on the floor, against the wall. The back of the desk was made of solid wood that touched the floor, so she wasn’t visible from the other side. She glanced up towards the tiny window, trying to figure out how many seconds it would take to jump up and out through it.

  She took a knife from her bag and leaned her chin on her bent knees, waiting for the night to swallow her whole.

  At some point during the night, she fell into a jagged sleep. She dreamt of somber passages and predators snooping through the darkness, so close to her that she could almost feel their breath on her skin.

  She woke up gasping for air in a pitch-black room. For a second, she couldn’t figure out where she was and every muscle in her body screamed for her to get up and run. She extended her hand and touched the cold wood in front of her and suddenly remembered her safe corner in the factory.

  Then she heard it.

  The first crack had been barely noticeable and easy to blame on the many night critters living in the factory. The next one was a lot harder to ignore. Her senses clicked into high alert, so when she heard the rustling sound of fabric shifting, she knew she wasn’t alone. Part of her wanted to jump out in case the visitors were human, but her mind knew better. She forced her ears to adjust to the silence. None of the agitated breathing of the fugitive, no careless knocking against walls or accidentally kicking some rubbish on the ground. No, whoever—whatever—was walking around could see in the dark.