by ID Johnson
The Clandestine Saga
Book 2: Resurrection
By ID Johnson
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Copyright ID Johnson, 2015. All rights reserved.
For Sophie and Ariel
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 1
When Jack Cook awoke in the darkened morgue beneath Bryan Health in Lincoln, Nebraska, he was extremely aware of two things: the unbelievable sensation of electricity coursing through his veins and the overwhelming burning feeling in his throat, which was unlike anything he had ever felt before in his entire life. In fact, he had been so intent upon extinguishing the fire, he momentarily lost focus of the one goal he had resolutely declared he must attain as quickly as possible--to find Cadence Findley and make her his for all time.
It had taken him a few moments to get his bearings in the dark. His body felt foreign to him, and the tingling sensation that had roused him from the deepest of sleeps had only slightly subsided by the time he had gathered his strength and slid from the cold metal table he had been placed on. He glanced around the room momentarily, ascertaining that the few other outlines beneath white sheets on similar tables may be corpses, though he was not quite sure why he would be in their company since he was, quite obviously, alive. He let his mind return to his most present need--finding something to quench his thirst.
As his bare feet hit the linoleum, he became aware that he was wearing only a hospital gown, fully open in the back. He had no idea where his clothes, his shoes, his wallet, or his phone might be. He was hopeful that he would be able to recover these items eventually, particularly his phone, so that he could contact Cadence, but for now, he surveyed the room in hopes that he could find some sort of clothing. He found it interesting how quickly his eyes had adjusted to the dark, and he was keenly aware that his night vision seemed very different than it had before. He noticed a lab coat hanging on a rack across the room and decided that would have to do for now. He quickly threw it on, thankful that at least it would cover the open slit in the back of his gown. Just as he was about to exit the room, he began to notice an intoxicating odor wafting from one of those corpses nearby. His nose was acutely tuned to the rusty scent that seemed to tantalize him, and before he even knew what he was doing, he had crossed the room and pulled back the sheet, revealing the bloodied and hopelessly mangled body of a middle-aged man. With the sheet removed, the smell was even more enticing. Jack dipped his fingers into the bloodied, muddled mess of what should have been the man's chest cavity and quickly shoved them into his mouth. Though the blood was a bit old and coagulated, as soon as the first drops touched his throat, the burning subsided, and he knew that he had to have more. Ravenously, he leaned forward, burying his head in the body and lapping up as much of the sticky red liquid as he could with his tongue. Before he could stop himself, he sunk his teeth into the soft flesh over the man's heart and began suctioning through his newly formed fangs. Eventually, the organ reversed it's course, pulling the remaining blood out of the deceased's veins and into Jack's aching throat. Within seconds, he had successfully drained the remaining fluid from the dead man and momentarily eased the sensation.
He glanced down at the now pale white body, realizing what he had done. He couldn't bear to look at the man's face, not now, knowing what had transpired. He grappled for the sheet and tossed it back into place. With the cessation of the burning came the clarity that something unusual was happening to him, that he was not the same Jack he had been just yesterday, and a feeling of panic began to rise in the back of his mind. Though he was tempted to survey the other forms beneath the sheets on the metal tables nearby, he felt more compelled to flee the scene of the barbarous act he had just committed. Wiping the remaining droplets of blood from his chin on the back of his hand and absently licking them off, he considered his exit options. There was the door, of course, which likely led to a dimly lit hallway, some stairs, and a crowded first floor. There was also a small window across the room, near the ceiling. Though it was narrow and it would be a tight squeeze, he could see that it would take him to what appeared to be the alley between the two wings of the hospital. He didn't hesitate to cross the room, leap atop a desk, and propel himself through the window, sending shards of glass flying into the cool December air, leaving him crouched alone in the dark and narrow space, detected by no one and free to find his next meal.
Glancing up at the sky, he determined it must be mid-morning. The sun was still climbing but hadn't reached the midpoint yet. There were some dumpsters nearby, and he toyed with the idea of climbing inside and waiting for the cover of nightfall. However, he was in a hurry to find some appropriate attire and figure out how to find Cadence. Of course, the idea that there was something extremely different about himself was also a pressing issue, but it was one he was willing to push aside for now. The street outside of the hospital was a busy one, and it would have been possible to catch a cab back to his dorm room where he could find his own clothing. However, the fact that he was not dressed and had no money might make that a bit difficult. Walking the several miles back to campus might also be hard considering he had no shoes or pants. The chilly December air should have been unbearable but he barely noticed. With little choice, he decided to start making his way down the alleyways, hoping to move through downtown out towards the campus without being detected.
With his first few steps, Jack realized that there was something different about his ability to move as well. He was faster, lighter, able to spring from one spot to the next quickly and agilely. In fact, he was able to make it down the few hundred yards of the alleyway almost instantaneously. As he continued to make his way toward home, sticking to the shadows and back alleys as much as possible, he realized that he would be almost undetectable to the naked human eye.
Unbeknownst to Jack, however, he was not naked to all eyes, and the pair that was following him now was the same steel gray color as his own.
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The plane ride from Paris to Kansas City was excruciatingly long for Cadence Findley, and even though she attempted to rest, she could not keep her mind off of Jack. Despite the fact that she had been up most of the night and engaged in hand-to-hand combat with an ancient, evil Vampire, the weariness of her body was not enough to keep thoughts of how her friend back home was doing from invading her mind.
She glanced down at her iPhone for about the thirtieth time, wishing she had taken a moment to check her messages before the private Gulfstream G5 had taken off. While it might be possible for her to dial into her voicemail now and see what her friend Taylor had been attempting to tell her in those seven messages she had left before Cadence departed from Europe, she was not exactly sure she wanted to find out. If Jack's illness had finally overcome him, and he had passed on, did she really want to learn this information while she was over the Atlantic Ocean? She resolved to wait until they reached Kansas City to listen to Taylor's messages. After all, there would be nothing she could do to help or comfort anyone from her present position. Yet, every few minutes, she glanced back at her phone, not sure if her decision was the correct one or not.
The
rest of the members of her team were sleeping for the most part, even the majority of the Guardians, who didn't necessarily need as much rest as the Hunters. They had flown to Paris just a few days before in pursuit of Holland, a Vampire queen who had sworn vengeance upon Cadence for killing her lover, Carter, only a few weeks ago. Though not a lot of time had passed on the calendar since the incident in late November, as far as Cadence was concerned, the events since then had changed her life so dramatically, her existence prior to the Eidolon Festival the night before Thanksgiving seemed ages ago. That night, her life had changed forever, and she felt like only a fragment of the person she had been for the nineteen years leading up to that evening.
Thinking about the festival made her remember her dear friend, Drew. She had met Drew in high school where they were on the cheerleading squad together. When the attractive, petite blond had started dating a member of Cadence's close circle of friends, Kash, Drew had made her way into their group. Even though the couple had split quite some time ago, the girls had stayed close; Drew had remained part of Cadence's intimate group of friends. When everyone else went off to college that fall, Drew had been left behind. She was almost halfway through her senior year of high school when she found the flyer mentioning the Eidolon Festival and had begged her friends to go. Despite the fact that the other girls in the group, Taylor and Sydney, had been frightened, and Cadence warned it was not a good idea, Drew was able to convince her friends to accompany her. They hadn't ben there very long when Carter almost literally swept Drew off of her feet and whisked her away, deep into the forest. Cadence, Kash, and Jack had followed but lost track of them long enough for Carter to make his move. By the time Cadence had discovered their location, Drew was dead, and it was obvious that Carter was not what he had appeared to be. He was a Vampire.
Cadence did not have any idea what she was capable of up until the moment she discovered Carter in the woods, still clutching Drew's body, blood flowing freely from the bite mark in her neck. In that instance, instinct had taken over, and Cadence had unleashed the Hunter coding in her DNA, easily decapitating Carter with her bare hands. Through the help of the Guardians, a group Cadence didn't even know existed prior to that night, she and the rest of her friends were able to escape the furious clutches of Holland and the rest of her clan. Since that time, Cadence had gone through the Transformation process, completely activating the coding in her DNA that changed her into a powerful Vampire Hunter. She was now part of an elite team of Vampire Hunters and Guardians, working to locate and annihilate Rogue Vampires, the dangerous creatures who preyed on innocent humans.
Cadence glanced around to see if anyone else was awake. Across the aisle, she could see that Eliza was not sleeping and appeared to be playing a game on her iPhone. She was a Guardian, assigned the task of keeping Hunters safe while they tracked down and destroyed Rogue Vampires. Next to her, Jamie, the Healer of the group, seemed to be sound asleep. He had been called upon to use his power to heal two of his teammates during the confrontation with the Vampires, and it had drained him to the point of exhaustion. He had been in the process of undoing the damage caused by an unexpected bullet that had struck their Guardian Leader, Aaron, after the battle was over when Jamie's powers had been completely drained, and he had collapsed on the floor. Now, the color was beginning to return to his face, and Cadence was relieved to see that it appeared that Jamie would make a full recovery by the time the airplane touched down in Kansas City, the location of their training facility.
It was all Cadence could do to keep from glancing towards the back of the plane where Aaron was also sleeping. As much as she wanted to check to see if he was feeling better, she knew their complicated relationship must take a backseat to the situation with ex-boyfriend, Jack. Contemplating whether or not Aaron actually had feelings for her or not, paired with the idea that Jack may not have recovered from his illness, left Cadence with a queasy feeling in her stomach, and she determined it would be best not to think of Aaron at all for a while, if she could help it. She wished she could also push thoughts of Jack out of her mind until she was in a better position to ascertain his situation, but she knew it would be impossible not to think of him. Not when she was so overcome with concern about whether or not he was still alive.
Closing her eyes and leaning back against the headrest, Cadence resolved to attempt to get a few hours of sleep, if at all possible, so that she could face the next hurdle head-on. Next to her, the only other Hunter on the plane, Stormy, was snoring loudly, her head situated precariously on a small, red pillow, haphazardly shoved up against the window. Cadence sighed, knowing there was absolutely no way she could actually sleep with that raucous going on and her mind flittering from Jack, to Aaron, to the other events that had just transpired. In this situation, she honestly wished she had some sort of sleep-aid that could put her out of her misery. Just as she was contemplating throwing an elbow in Stormy's direction, despite the fact that the other Hunter had a reputation for being less than hospitable, which Cadence had witnessed first hand on their trip, she received a message over her IAC, the device implanted in her eye which allowed her to communicate via thought with her other team members.
"How are you hanging in there?" Christian asked, his voice coming across loud and clear through the Intelligence Assistance Communicator as the words also popped up before her very eyes.
Cadence could almost feel his eyes on her from where he sat one row back and across the aisle from her. Despite her inability to sleep, her eyelids suddenly seemed too heavy to open, so she didn't bother to turn her head to look at him. She had assumed he was asleep like almost everyone else, and so she was slightly surprised to have received a message. Nevertheless, she replied simply, "Okay."
"You sure about that?" he replied. Christian had been the one to implant the IAC in Cadence's eye, and despite the fact that he had not known her long, he seemed to have a pretty good read on her.
Sighing once again, Cadence replied, "No, not really." Just prior to the trip to Paris, Cadence had been reprimanded for not following protocol on a hunt. It was Christian who stood up for her to Aaron and defended her decision to do whatever it took to destroy the Rogue Vampire they had been chasing. It was also Christian who had shown up outside of her apartment that night, his feelings for Cadence evident in his kiss. The introduction of Christian into Cadence's already complicated mental state was almost too much for her to stand, and she was tempted to just shut her IAC off completely rather than converse with him at that particular juncture. However, she did care about him, and didn't want to be rude, so she was hopeful that, if she kept her responses brief, perhaps he would get the hint and leave her to her restless mind.
"Do you want to talk or are you trying to sleep?" Christian responded, giving Cadence the opportunity to duck out of the conversation if she was inclined to do so.
Hesitating for only a moment, Cadence finally resolved to politely exit. "I'm extremely concerned about Jack, and I think the only way I'm ever going to stop worrying about him is if I can try to get some sleep. I'll talk to you when we land, okay?"
Christian was a bit slow to reply. "I understand," he said. "If you change your mind, there's an empty seat back here."
"Thanks," Cadence responded. Then, after a momentary pause, she turned her IAC to Full Off mode, hoping that everyone would understand that she just wanted to be left alone for a while. Stormy stirred next to her, turning her face toward the window, which stifled the snoring just a bit, and Cadence was suddenly hopeful that, perhaps, she could drift off after all.
It seemed like only a few moments had passed when Cadence felt an elbow to her ribs and sat up abruptly, suddenly prepared to defend herself against the assailant, her arms immediately taking a protective stance.
"Easy there, cowgirl," Stormy said, her enormous hands pressing Cadence's arm just hard enough to keep her from swinging before she realized exactly who it was attempting to wake her. "Just wanted to let you know Aaron wants you to turn your I
AC back on. We'll be landing pretty soon, and he wants to talk to you." Then, she added, "Geeze, someone's a little touchy," before crossing her arms and focusing her attention out the window.
Cadence rubbed her face, wondering exactly how long she had been asleep. The last thing she remembered was the overwhelming thought that she would never be able to sleep again. Her mouth was dry and she was very aware that her breath was stale and bitter. Before she followed Aaron's request, she bent down to the bag she had stowed under the seat in front of her and pulled out a bottle of water and took a long drink. Then, she dug around for her tin of Altoids before simultaneously checking the time on her phone and turning her IAC back to Full On. Checking her phone, however, immediately brought back thoughts of Jack and the seven unheard messages, and the queasy feeling quickly returned. She could see that it was almost 2:00 and they should be landing very soon, which meant she only had a few more minutes of ignorant bliss before she was faced with what could be one of the harshest realities she had ever had to face.
"Well, hello there," Aaron said through the IAC. "Would you mind coming back here for a few minutes so that I can talk to you? I'd come up there, but I'm not completely convinced moving around is in my best interest just yet."
Cadence was temporarily confused. Elliott, Aaron's best friend and right-hand-man, had been sitting in the seat next to him when they took off from Paris, so she wasn't exactly sure how she was supposed to come back and have a discussion with him in the constraints of the airplane. However, glancing over her shoulder, she could see that Elliott had relocated, and the seat next to Aaron was now empty. Without bothering to reply, she unbuckled her seatbelt and stood, steading herself on stiff legs before making her way back the few rows and sliding in next to him.
The very first feature Cadence had noticed when she initially encountered Aaron at the Eidolon Festival were his piercing blue eyes. He was staring at her so intently now that she could only hold his gaze for a moment before nervously glancing down at her lap. She had purposely avoided him, both in proximity and in thought, once she was certain that Jamie had been able to fully heal him from the gunshot wound Aaron had taken in her own defense, and now, sitting next to him in such a confined space, she remembered exactly how she had felt when she realized he had been shot by a Vampire, and there was a possibility she could lose him forever. Those memories were not friendly, and she had to push them out of her mind if she was going to give her full attention to Jack.
