By Chistie Rich
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Tainted
Netherworld Book II
Copyright © 2014 by Christie L. Rich
Edited by Chase Nottingham
Cover Art by Amber McNemar
Formatting by JT Formatting
Published by Tarser Publishing
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Table of Contents
Prologue
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 Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Epilogue
Acknowledgments
About the Author
A Message from the Author
Authors I Enjoy Reading
To every reader who takes a chance on my books. I am so thankful for you! May your lives be full of blessings and happiness, and may you be blessed to live many lives through the books you read. I know I do.
My world will never be the same. I’ve seen too much, know too much to ever go back to my innocence—before I knew anything about the Dreamscape, before I knew anything about light and dark.
I used to think the world was what I made of it. At least, I hoped it was, but now . . . the world is a crazy place that’s only a small blip in what’s out there.
Considering my cracked-up childhood, I never thought I’d have a normal life, exactly, but I always hoped. I wanted it all: the smoking hot husband, a few kids, a nice home, cool job, if I could have ever figured out what I wanted to be. Those ideals are lost to me. The thought of bringing kids into a world where dark creatures can steal their souls is just wrong.
You see, when you go to sleep, there’s a whole other world. It exists in your head, but it’s no less real than the one you occupy when you’re awake. Creatures lurk in the shadows, desperate to steal what makes life worth living. They latch on to human life forces and suck us dry until nothing remains but withered shells.
They’re called Eros. Supposedly, they’re the scattered remains of a primordial being responsible for dispersing love in the universe, until he was cursed for cheating on his wife with a mortal.
I don’t know if I buy the myth, but Eros exist. I’ve felt their sting, and I never want to live through the horror again. Unfortunately, Eros are only half of the problem.
Humans are supposed to have protectors—beings keeping us grounded and helping us manage our lives through dreams. They’re called Oneiroi, pronounced Oh-near-EE. Stupid name, but that’s beside the point. Where there used to be millions, only four are left to help our planet. The rest have been converted to Erobos. Once they craved light to sustain them; now they foster darkness. The Eros saw to that.
I experienced Eros tonight, and I have to say they’re scary suckers, the weirdest I’ve ever seen. With ghostly bodies holding no shape of their own, they cycle through forms and faces faster than my mind can register them. In an extremely odd way, they’re beautiful.
When they attacked my team, I didn’t know what else to do, so I called them to me. There were tens of thousands of them floating around, trying to find a body to inhabit. Kelsby got the worst of it. I’m still trying to figure out what he does for Seth, but I didn’t exactly have enough time to get the lowdown. Kelsby can’t exactly move very fast, considering his large girth and spindly legs. He’s able to jump better than a jackrabbit on roids, but the normal stuff’s hard for him.
Seth wanted me to let him be captured, but I couldn’t do it. When the Eros got him, his face contorted in the worst expression of pain I’d ever seen. Now I know why. They took something from me I might never be able to get back.
When an Eros latches on, it sends a rush of endorphins or something through your body that makes you feel like you’re walking on a cloud, followed by zings of electricity that fry your insides. They deliver these blasts of pleasure-pain in waves that freeze your muscles and your will. I could barely even think by the time I got them off me.
In a weird way I felt sorry for them. I mean, it would be horrible to not have a body, but they need to be stopped. I don’t know if they’re exactly evil, but they certainly aren’t good.
My compassion for the things was what saved me. I sent bright, white hope at them and they couldn’t handle it. They blew up into ash, as if I’d infused my emotions with dynamite. The thing is for a moment, they were beautiful. They took the form of ethereal angels before they converted back to the hideous slide show. Then, one by one, they blew up. I’m thinking I got all of the ones that were in the Dreamscape, but it’s hard to be sure when you’re falling toward a boiling lava lake.
Make no mistake, though, I paid a price for my heroics. I thought I could go on with a piece of me missing. I might be wrong.
The quiet moments are the hardest, even in the Dreamscape. Despair wants to take root in my gut, but I won’t have it.
I’m lying here in my dream world under the light of a blazing sun waiting for Seth to come back. Rugged cliffs jut overhead to a staggering height while mist from the waterfall coats my skin in dewy pearls. Here, there’s always a warm breeze, with just enough force to keep me cool. It brings with it the sultry scent of a lovers’ paradise.
Without Seth it’s empty.
It should be peaceful.
Yet I’m restless.
For a while, I wasn’t aware of anything but a black cocoon. I think I needed time to recover.
The last thing I remember, Seth was kissing me senseless. He’s gone now.
Seth is one of those Oneiroi I told you about. He brought me into this mess without giving me much of an option, even though he says I agreed to the whole thing beforehand. Somehow, the memory escapes me.
I wish I could remember every detail of the time he and I spent together, when I thought he was another man. It’s as if the memories are somewhere in my head, but I can’t quite recall them.
Maybe I’m protecting myself. Maybe I’m delusional.
There’s always the off chance I’ll wake up in a hospital room somewhere. At least I know people in a coma dream. Tears for a woman I never met push against my eyes. Charlotte’s in a better place, I tell myself. Maybe she’s with Justine? The tears spill over from just remembering my grandma’s name.
I’m losing it, so I stand up. Dizziness s
ets me to swaying, but I manage to stay upright. Taking a deep breath, I close my eyes. It helps a bit.
The weakness hasn’t abated, but I don’t have time to lie here any longer. I’ve got to find Seth. We need a plan.
Rustling from the forest startles me. I whirl, expecting Seth, but the dark-haired stranger from my dreams stands a few feet away. I once danced with him in Charlotte’s world, yet I don’t know a thing about him.
His green eyes travel to my toes and back up. Seriously, I don’t have to put up with being checked out by a dream. “What do you want?” I ask in a cold voice that makes me flinch. “Who are you?”
He laughs. “Don’t you think you got those questions backwards?” I give him a scowl and wait. His jaw clamps shut before he says, “Business, is it?”
I nod.
He returns the gesture but doesn’t speak for a moment. I hate silence. There are so many things it could mean.
After a few moments, he motions toward my favorite boulder. I shake my head, still waiting for him to tell me who the hell he is. He gives me a slanted smirk, and I look away.
Being the gentleman, he walks to my spot under the waterfall and settles in. “Who I am will take a lot of explanation. My name is Brock, and I am your protector.”
I make a face. “Maybe you should consider another line of work.”
He tucks a hand around the back of his neck, his bicep bunching in a way that makes me stare. “Love to. Not an option. Your father would kill me.”
My insides coil. “My father?”
“He’s the one who assigned me to look after you.”
Every cell inside me screams for me to take this guy to the ground . . . show him just how tired I am of liars. “My father is dead.”
Brock leans back, propping himself on his elbows. “He’s very much alive, Amelia.”
A rush of fear slices into me. My dad wasn’t exactly the poster child for fatherhood. Both he and my mom were drug addicts. From a very early age, I had to fend for myself while they sat on the couch and shot up or snorted white lines of crack. After my mom died, my dad tried to take care of me, but the state took me away after he dropped me out of a window and broke my collarbone. I was lucky I walked away from the fall. A fine sheen of sweat coats my skin while my muscles clench underneath. “I don’t care if he’s alive, and I don’t need you to protect me. I hate to break it to you, but you’ve done a horrible job.”
He laughs, flashing me a crisp smile. “There are things you don’t know—”
By this time, I’m ready to grab Brock for a dropkick where he sits. “Really? I never would have guessed.”
He pats a small spot beside him. “Sit.”
“Go to hell. I don’t have time for more secrets.” I don’t even bother to glance at him before I head for the trees.
“Amelia,” he says, all secretive like, “trust me, you do not want to see what’s on the other side of the jungle.”
I stop, glancing over my shoulder, but I don’t turn around. “You don’t know me. Don’t pretend you do.”
He tucks his hands into his dark, skinny jeans that are a little on the too skinny side. “I know more than you think . . . I’m like you.”
Damn. Why’d he have to say that? I don’t want to talk to this guy. I need to find Seth, not stick around while my dad’s lackey tries to manipulating me, but I’m also curious.
I groan. One of these days, I’m gonna figure out a cure for my inner Sherlock. Unfortunately, today is not that day. I take one last look at the lush tree line and shrug. Seth would want me to figure out who this guy is. The thing is Seth promised me he’d be here when I woke up.
I shouldn’t be worried, but I can’t kick this pit growing in my gut. Seth doesn’t lie. There has to be something wrong.
Shadows dance and spin around me. All has stilled to whirrs of metal and grunts or, in Peter’s case, groans.
A knock sounds at the door before Kelsby says, “May I come in, Seth? I would like a word with you and your brothers.” I don’t have time to answer him before he jiggles the handle.
“We’re on lockdown,” I yell. “Get everyone out of here!”
“Sir?”
“Leave, Kelsby!”
Peter laughs, dark and cynical. His voice is layered with numerous sounds, as those who reside inside him fight for control. I stab him again, and he groans then screams a curse.
The only chance he has is if we can create so much pain within him the Eros cannot sustain a permanent connection. Once they leave him, we can dispatch them.
Getting them out now will take hours, if Peter doesn’t lose consciousness first. Either way, we will have to move him to the containment chamber in the basement, just as a precaution.
After Ian and I took care of the majority of Eros escaping our tainted brother, no others seemed to want to make our acquaintance.
Once again, my thoughts stray to Amelia, but I can’t allow myself to linger on her. If I fail to eliminate this threat, all will be lost. When my brothers and I went into the hostile world to rescue my team, I had been too concerned about Ian. I didn’t think to consider much about Peter. I haven’t seen him in years, which was a mistake. We will have to rethink our strategy once we contain the darkness . . . if we can contain the darkness.
Of late, my brothers and I have lost our focus, which has nearly cost us our realm and our connection with Earth. Without humans we cannot survive. We are as dependent on them as they are on us. Until we stumbled on the Eros, we had a natural arrangement with homo-sapiens. The Eros change Oneiroi nature. They infect us with the desire for darkness, even though light is our preference, our sustenance.
Although our relationship is strained, Peter came to help me when he heard about Amelia. I’ve wanted to throttle him in the past, but inflicting this level of pain on him is eating my soul. No matter what, we cannot let the Eros make a permanent connection with Peter. They attach through neural synapses, but in order to maintain a hold, they need control of the central nervous system. They will not be able to connect fully to Peter if we can keep them in his periphery.
Just when I think we’ve got them all, two more Eros slip out of Peter’s fingertips. They have no cogent form, so they swivel and shift in the air as if on a current. Their dark shapes are barely visible in the near black room; however, I need no visual cue to locate the creatures.
Their presence sits on my heart, making my breaths shallow and my movements quick. Sweat drips into my eyes, but I have no time to wipe it away before another Eros comes at me. My blade slices the thing in half, and it disintegrates into ash.
When another knock at the door rings out, I shout at Zed. “Deal with Kelsby, but do not open that door.”
My office was designed for this type of scenario, but it would be much better to have Peter locked up at a truly secure location, not here, fifty feet from my entire team.
If the noise level is any indication, Kelsby has informed them of our situation. We must work on a better evacuation plan.
Ian’s blades disturb the air by my face. I shift back, then spin away. I’m not giving him leave to slice me up. Peter makes another strangled groan, so I stab him again.
If he didn’t already, he will want to kill me when this is over. I’ve got to get the lights back on, but I haven’t been able to focus well enough yet.
As if responding to my thoughts, the lights in the room blaze on, making me squint. Ian has Peter in a chokehold, cutting off his air. His hazel eyes clamp on to mine as Peter stops twitching. Eros can do nothing when a host is unconscious. They lie dormant until they can trigger a neural response.
Perhaps I should have considered asphyxiation first? No matter. My blade disappears at my command, but Ian retains his. He shakes his head. His eyes are still wild and his breath is erratic, as is mine. Zed, on the other hand, watches us from the doorway with barely a hair out of place.
I readjust my shirt and shoot a glare at Zed. “Thanks for your help.”
“I was man
ning the door, as you asked me to, brother.” He flashes a toothy grin. “You two had it under control.”
“No thanks to you,” says Ian. He picks up Peter’s feet and swivels his chair for me. “A little help?”
“Sure. Take the light end.” I tuck my arms through Peter’s armpits and hoist him. Peter is a good two hundred and thirty pounds, and dead weight is not easy to manage. When I look behind me, Zed stands there, not having made a move to open the door. Must I command him in everything?
His smile lifts fractionally. Zed is a closet sadist.
Thankfully, he manages to swing the door open before we reach him. We have multiple flights to go, and we will need all our strength to get Peter down the stairs. I should morph into a gorilla, but I don’t dare take the time. I must deal with him, come up with a plan with my remaining brothers, and return to Amelia. My hope is that she is still resting, but knowing her, she is up and about already.
We make it to the stairwell without much fuss, but I stiffen when I notice Peter’s fingers twitch a couple of times. Neither Ian nor I are equipped to manage him at the moment, and Zed is already two flights below us.
Ian seems determined to avoid my gaze, but I ask anyway. “When was the last time you spoke with Peter?”
Taking a sniff, Ian shifts Peter’s feet higher. “Two years, maybe three. You?”
“At least three hundred, but the timing wasn’t by my choosing.”
A gusty chortle shoots out of Ian. “You deserved the cold shoulder.”
“You wanted Rhea, as well. Do not play the innocent with me.”
“I never said I was innocent. You were obviously more convincing than I was.” His eyes narrow. “Wonder if it still holds true?”
I lose my grip on Peter, but catch him before his head smacks the railing. “Are you looking for a thrashing, Ian?”
He laughs. “If I were, you wouldn’t be the soul to deliver it.”
My brow lifts. “Care to test your theory?”
“Enough bickering, gentlemen,” says Zed from below. “We have more pressing matters to discuss, and diversions will not help us resolve our most grievous problems.”
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