Vampire’s Descent: Willow Harbor - Book Two

by Jennifer Snyder

  Vampire’s Descent

  Willow Harbor - Book Two

  Jennifer Snyder

  VAMPIRE’S DESCENT

  © 2017 by Jennifer Snyder

  Editing by H. Danielle Crabtree

  Proofing by Running Ink Edits

  © 2017 Cover Art by Najla Qamber Designs

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  Contents

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  Welcome To Willow Harbor

  1. Mason

  2. Claire

  3. Mason

  4. Claire

  5. Mason

  6. Claire

  7. Mason

  8. Claire

  9. Mason

  10. Claire

  11. Mason

  12. Claire

  13. Mason

  14. Claire

  15. Mason

  16. Claire

  17. Mason

  Epilogue

  Extend Your Stay In Willow Harbor…

  Meet Mattie And Pierce

  Meet Tessa And Landon

  Meet Eva And Nikolas

  Thank You

  About the Author

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  Welcome To Willow Harbor

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  Strange Neighbors. Hidden Desires. Small Town Charm.

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  Come stay awhile…

  One

  Mason

  Drunk and disorderly. There was no other way to describe the group of three young women walking toward me. Even if their words hadn’t been slurred or their movements erratic and sloppy, I would’ve known they were wasted. The sharp scent of liquor saturated the air around them.

  What were they thinking walking around Willow Harbor this time of night smashed?

  I bent to tie my loose bootlaces. My gaze drifted to the three women involuntarily as they neared me. Their drunken giggles became louder and their slurred words less muffled. I’d seen each of them around town before. They were human. Well, possibly witches. It was hard to tell. All except for one. She was a shifter. Her scent reeked of not only alcohol but also animal. It was a musky scent I’d come to recognize since moving here.

  Willow Harbor was filled with supernatural creatures. It was considered a relatively safe place for us, but on a night like tonight—when the moon was full—there were destined to be all sorts of creatures lurking in the shadows. This was why I was shocked at the lack of caution the three young women displayed. Supernaturals could be tempted enough to act on their basic instincts on a night like tonight.

  I shook my head as the girls wobbled down the sidewalk. Part of me wanted to escort them to wherever they were going, but a larger part knew they wouldn’t feel any safer with me around.

  I inhaled a deep breath, more out of habit than necessity, and crossed the street. A thud behind me had me glancing over my shoulder. One of the three women had fallen onto her hands and knees. Her friends struggled to help her up, but in their frame of mind, their efforts weren’t doing much good. I debated rushing over to see if she was okay, but decided against it when laughter burst past her lips. Her friends giggled along with her as they attempted to help her to a standing position. I started walking again, but a scent had me pausing mid-step.

  Blood.

  I spun around to face the three again, faster than the naked eye could follow. Blood dripped from the woman’s left knee. Its sweet scent infused the air as it trickled down her shin. My heart pounded against my rib cage as my eyes zeroed in on it. The prick of my fangs descending reminded me I should look away, but I found it impossible.

  “Hey, what are you looking at?” one of the two friends shouted.

  My gaze snapped to her. She was the shifter in the group. Of course she was.

  Her eerily bright eyes watched me with animalistic intent. I got the impression she was waiting for me to make a move toward her friend. I forced my fangs to retract and attempted to smooth my expression. Dull pain pulsed through my mouth from the gesture. I tore my eyes away from them and swallowed hard.

  “Yeah, that’s what I thought, vampire,” the shifter muttered, knowing I could hear her across the distance even though her friends might not be able to.

  I crammed my hands into the front pockets of my jeans and kept my eyes glued to the sidewalk as I walked. A chilly breeze laced with the briny scent of salt water ruffled my hair, jolting me even more out of my trance. It was early spring in Willow Harbor. A time when the earth couldn’t make up its damn mind what temperature it wanted to be. Not even this far south. So far, even the coast of South Carolina seemed to have four distinct seasons. While I’d only been in Willow Harbor for a year, I’d already learned as much.

  The cold didn’t bother me, though. Neither did the heat.

  Another gust of salty wind kicked up as I passed under the long, drooping branches of the gigantic willow tree located near the center of town. My gaze drifted over its thick, twisting trunk and spindly branches. I watched them shift and sway. For a moment, it seemed as though the tree was acknowledging my presence.

  Who knew, maybe it was.

  Energy stemmed from the tree. The same could be said about the water of the channel flowing near its base. I didn’t understand the ancient energy, but there was no denying it was there. The tree and the water were special. Every supernatural in town knew this, even if they didn’t understand the logistics behind it.

  I damn sure didn’t.

  A branch brushed against my face as I crossed over the footbridge. Comfort trickled through my system, a reminder I was safe in here. It was all because of the tree. I could feel it. Something about it protected those of us living here. It hid the town from prying humans, and I swore it kept most of the riffraff out too. Maybe not all, but most. It was almost as though the tree drew the right people to the town; it pulled in the ones who belonged here.

  I kept my head down as I passed the library, trying not to think about the wasted women and the scent of blood that lingered in the air. I wasn’t far from the walkway that led to the beach. From my apartment, it was close to a fifteen minute walk. The scent of the ocean reached my nose, coinciding with my thoughts, and the tension in my muscles eased away.

  Surrounding myself with nature had always been the way I relaxed. Even when I was human. Nature centered and grounded me in a way nothing else could. There was only one problem with this beach in particular: You never knew what you’d find lurking in its waters or strolling along its sandy shore. It wasn’t why I chose not to feed on anything inside Willow Harbor, though. I didn’t hunt like other vampires. Animals or humans. Instead, I ordered my blood supply online. I was civilized. I wasn’t a monster. At least that was what I told myself.

  Somedays, it worked better than others.

  The shar
p scent of washed up seaweed and rotting driftwood hit my nose as I neared the edge of the wooden walkway winding toward the sand. It soothed my thoughts and erased the lingering traces of the young woman’s blood. I inhaled again. The whiff of an animal nearby tantalized my senses. I wasn’t alone out here.

  When was anyone?

  I closed my eyes and allowed myself to forget how to breathe for the time being as I struggled to avoid this new temptation. Something had to give. I couldn’t continue like this much longer.

  My online blood supply hadn’t been delivered today. While I wasn’t starving or at risk of falling into a bloodlust episode, I was still on edge because of it.

  I’d been a vampire for over a year now, and during that time I’d made it a priority to never let my supply dwindle below three bags. Never. I always worried about what might happen if I were forced to ration a small supply for a lengthy period of time. Would I be able to control my hunger?

  My biggest fear was now becoming a reality. I only had two bags remaining and no definite answer as to when I could expect my order. The storm that passed through last week slowed the delivery service I used down.

  Two bags.

  It was all that stood in the way of me having to hunt outside of Willow Harbor for a meal. Feeding within the limits of town was prohibited, not that I would anyway. I refused to feed on those who lived here because their family and friends would most likely band together to kill me. I wasn’t one for confrontation. Never had been.

  I’d have to leave town if my supply didn’t come soon.

  I hated leaving town. Passing through the iron gates made me uneasy. The chance of running into my maker, Aurora, was enough of a reason for me to stay put. She was as wicked as vampires came. Soulless and bloodthirsty. She was the reason I’d never tasted human blood— I didn’t want to be anything like her.

  The wind picked up as I neared the end of the walkway. It held within it the scent of another animal. I licked my lips involuntarily as my stomach grumbled, and I had to force myself to head in the opposite direction.

  The sand swallowed each of my footsteps as I headed down the beach. This was one of the best parts of living here, walking the beach at night during a full moon. I wasn’t sure if it was the dark ocean waters reflecting the sheer beauty of the moon or the soothing sounds of the waves racing one another to the shore, but I’d never felt contentment roll through me like a sedative except when I was here. Dark shadows moved through the choppy waters when I gazed out at the ocean. The sea creatures were enjoying the full moon as well it seemed. I zeroed in on a young woman sitting on one of the large rocks jutting up from the shifting waters. Her face was upturned to the moon as though she was having an intimate conversation with it. I continued on without interrupting her.

  My gaze traveled to the night sky. The stars were out but barely visible through the wispy clouds streaking through the sky. Another gust of wind pulled at my clothing, but I continued. The hunger raging inside of me had finally drifted away.

  Until a lone wolf came into view.

  Its musky aroma caught in the breeze, invading my sense of smell before I could force myself to stop breathing again. I froze. From the way it slowed, I knew it had spotted me too. Seeing a random wolf strolling along the beach at night wasn’t an unusual occurrence in Willow Harbor; I just couldn’t handle being around anything that might tempt me. Not when I’d come so close to taming my hunger.

  I remained still. Ignoring its presence would make me seem less of a threat, which was exactly what it would register me as in my current tortured state. While there was a good chance I could take it, should it come to that, I wasn’t one to initiate confrontations. Not with other supernaturals especially. Looks could be deceiving; my maker was proof.

  A low snarl ripped through the night. Yup, it could feel the hunger festering inside me. I closed my eyes and remained as still as possible, knowing now wasn’t the time for this. I’d lose control if I wasn’t careful, and blood would be spilled. Lots of it.

  Another few seconds passed before the wolf lost interest in me like I’d hoped. Sand shifted beneath its paws as it placed distance between us. I remained where I was until I felt enough time had passed. When I opened my eyes, the wolf was gone. I started down the beach again, glad the situation had been defused but frustrated my hunger was resurfacing. I didn’t want to have to tap into one of the two bags I had left, but it seemed as though it might be impossible not to. When a gray slate rock jetting from the beach came into view, I felt myself relax.

  This was my spot.

  Even though I was sure it belonged to others as well, right now it was mine. I loved this spot. It overlooked the choppy ocean waters and gave a clear view of the lighthouse in the distance. I situated myself on the smooth surface and gazed out, soaking in the soothing sounds of the ocean.

  Time passed slowly. Once my body grew lax, I knew I’d gained all I could from the sea and beautiful view tonight. I slipped off my rock and started back toward my apartment. The trek wasn’t long. Twenty minutes at most. Before long, I was at the willow tree again and crossing over the little footbridge in front of it. Its long branches reached out to touch me for a second time tonight, and the calmness I’d found at my rock intensified tenfold.

  I was okay. I’d be able to make it through another day of rationing my supply.

  The specs of blood left behind on the curb from the woman who’d fallen captured my attention, but the sight didn’t have the same effect on me as before. I was in my Zen zone. Nothing could rattle me now.

  Movement near a silver car I recognized grabbed my interest. It was parked in front of the bookstore. The heavenly scent of coconut floated to my nose on another chilly breeze, and the Zen-like state I’d been trapped in evaporated. My feet faltered as a jolt of electricity zipped through me, a knee-jerk reaction to the anticipated presence of the only girl I’d ever denied myself.

  Claire Meyers.

  I cut across the street. Part of me hoped I’d run into Claire, while another part equal in size, prayed I didn’t. She wasn’t back in town to catch up with me. She wasn’t here for anything good. She was here because her twin brother, Danny, had committed suicide. Yeah, it was safe to say Claire was here for Danny’s funeral and to help her father with things. While I had been saddened by the news of her brother’s tragic death, I also felt excited at the prospect of crossing paths with Claire again.

  Jesus, I was sick.

  I couldn’t help it, though. Something about her spoke to the tiny parts of me untouched by the wickedness that had plagued my soul since becoming a vampire.

  Claire Meyers held power over me, even if she didn’t know it.

  I’d wanted her since the first moment I’d laid eyes on her, but knew I would never allow myself to have her. I’d never allow myself to have anyone. Not being what I was.

  Even though I’d gathered early on Claire was a part of the supernatural world, I still couldn’t picture myself with her. Not as what I was. I hated what I was, what I’d become because of Aurora, and couldn’t see why Claire would ever want to be with someone like me. Besides, dating might not be allowed. I didn’t know how the supernatural world worked. Not really. Everything I knew I’d learned by accident. Aurora hadn’t intended to create me. I’d been a mistake, a forgotten loose end from a night of bloodshed.

  I dipped my head to my boots and kept walking toward the narrow set of stairs that led to the apartments above the strip of shops the bookstore was included in. When I reached the glass door, it opened and out stepped Claire. My feet faltered to keep from running into her. God, she was beautiful. Her ebony hair had grown since the last time I’d saw her. It flowed past her shoulders in soft waves now instead of dangling at her chin. Her face was free of makeup, and the splatter of freckles across the bridge of her nose seemed to have darkened. She flashed me a tired smile as she maneuvered around me and headed for her car. I spun to follow her with my eyes. When she reached into the trunk and pulled out a larg
e cardboard box, I snapped out of my trance and started toward her. I’d help her carry anything she needed me to. It was the polite thing to do if nothing else. Being a vampire hadn’t killed my conscience. I was still as chivalrous as always, maybe more so because I felt I had to make up for what I’d become. A certain level of guilt always seemed to be present inside of me.

  “Need help with that?”

  Claire jumped at the sound of my voice. Her hand flew to her chest as her stormy blue eyes snapped to mine. “Jesus, you scared me!”

  “Sorry, I didn’t mean to.” What I should have said was I hadn’t known it was possible to sneak up on her. It had never happened before. She’d always heard me coming.

  This moment was different, though. She was different. I could sense the brokenness festering inside her. It grew and expanded with each breath she took; it looked like a cancer was eating at her insides fueled by her sudden loss.

  I wiped the goofy grin from my face. She didn’t need some moron ogling her while she was mourning the tragic death of her brother.

  “I’m jumpy, that’s all.” She shifted the box she held around in her arms, and her full lips twisted into a tight smile that didn’t reach her eyes.

  “Want me to get that for you?” I nodded to the box in her hand.

  “I’ve got this one, but you could grab the other one for me if you want.”