Voracious Vixens, 13 Novels of Sexy Horror and Hot Paranormal Romance

by Travis Luedke

  Something in my expression must have registered with him. Instead of getting me hauled off by security or the cops, he frowned at the plates of the ride.

  He reached out and touched my arm. “Wait here.”

  My whole arm fired with goose bumps, and I stared at his leather clad back as he leaped deftly between the spinning cars and to the center of the ride where an older, fat man sat in a booth.

  I didn’t see anything, I realized.

  His touch on my arm hadn’t caused any images to flash in my head. That had been the second time today I’d not seen something about a person when they’d touched me.

  The strange buzzing pierced my head again, and I clamped my hands to my ears. My eyes darted frantically at the spot where I’d seen the screws come loose, but the cars flew by making it impossible for me to see anything.

  The accident I’d witnessed, if only in my head, wasn’t going to happen weeks or even days from now. It was going to happen any minute.

  “Do it!” I yelled at the booth. “Shut the power down now!”

  The ride powered down at the exact moment the car rattled loose. Screams issued around the crowd as the car spun off the track, but at nothing like the extreme speed I had witnessed. Even so, it flipped as it careened off the ride, scattering the crowd, sending people running. The car behind followed, but at a much slower velocity so it came to a standstill half on and half off the platform.

  I bolted from the ride and down into the crowd, heading to the overturned car. The muffled cries of fear and possibly even pain came from the couple trapped inside. I was strong enough to flip the Waltzer car, but I couldn’t risk doing so in front of crowds of people. All I needed was a couple of others to make it appear as though the righting of the car wasn’t all down to me.

  “Help me!” I cried.

  A few of the guys ran forward to help.

  Myself, the carnival guy, Flynn, and the friend I’d seen thumping Flynn, all lined up on one side. Together we heaved. The car felt light to me, but the men on either side of me strained, so I forced myself to hold back, though doing so pulled my emotions two ways. I didn’t want to leave these people trapped any longer than needed, knowing they could be badly hurt. I couldn’t smell blood, but I needed to protect myself.

  Together, we turned the car over, righting the terrified couple still strapped inside. The girl must have hit her head, as a lump like a golf ball was starting to protrude over her left eyebrow. The boy clutched at his shoulder, wincing in pain. Both were pale-faced and shaking.

  Mutterings came from the crowd, a few people nodding or pointing toward me, discussing my foresight of the accident. The crazy reaction I’d had right before the ride broke loose hadn’t gone unnoticed.

  Before anyone could accost me and start pelting me with questions, I ducked my head down and shoved my hands in my jean pockets, trying to make myself smaller, less noticeable. I took off, slinking between the rides, planning to put a good distance between myself and the midway.

  A male voice with an Irish lilt called to me, but I continued to walk away.

  “Hey! Are you all right?”

  I didn’t answer him. Instead, I picked up my pace.

  His footsteps turned into a jog, and he caught me by my arm, pulling me back around to face him.

  “Wait up!”

  The sight of him took my breath away, like he’d literally punched me in the chest and winded me. The Cupid’s bow, the full lower lip. The sharp cheekbones, and the dark shadow across his jaw. His eyes were an incredible shade of dark blue, especially in the moonlight, cast beneath thick, dark brows which were drawn down in concern. He was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.

  “What’s the story?” he asked, his eyes studying my face. “How the hell did you know what was going to happen?”

  “I didn’t.” I pouted my lower lip like a sulky child.

  His heavy, dark eyebrows lifted. “Uh, yeah, you did. You shouted at me to stop the ride.”

  I looked away, studying a chip packet someone had carelessly littered. “I told you, I saw a screw come loose.”

  “At the speed the ride was going? In the dark?” He couldn’t hide the disbelief in his voice.

  “Yeah. Let’s just say I have good eyesight.”

  I looked down at where his hand was still wrapped around my forearm.

  A red haze descended upon my vision and a beating filled my head—thu-thump, thu-thump, thu-thump. My mouth sapped dry of moisture, and a pain speared tight in my throat. I struggled to swallow. My heart rate stepped up a notch.

  Oh, crap.

  Chapter

  7

  I yanked myself out of his grip, tears blurring my vision. It was happening again, the thing I’d tried so hard to deny to myself.

  The person people saw on the outside wasn’t the same as the person who lurked within the slightly scruffy, try-too-hard exterior. I had darkness inside me. Writhing, coiling, scary darkness. I had been fighting it my whole life, but recently the darkness felt so much closer to the surface. My jaw ached, my throat running so dry I could barely swallow.

  No, no, no, no. I closed my eyes, trying to focus in on my reaction, trying to will it away. I wanted to tell the boy standing in front of me to run, to get away, but the words wouldn’t come out of my mouth.

  Movement and a yell, not one caused by me, made my eyes ping open, the driving darkness at my soul retreating at the distraction.

  “Leave her alone!”

  Flynn stood between me and the new guy, his broad shoulders completely blocking my view of the dark hair and brooding eyes.

  “You don’t frighten me, jock-boy,” the carny said. “And I was only talking to the girl.”

  “I don’t want you even looking at her, never mind talking to her. Your kind is dangerous.”

  “Ay, don’t I know it? Maybe you should think about that next time you take one of my kind on.”

  I moved around the side in time to see the dark haired boy start to push up the sleeves of his leather jacket.

  “Hey! Quit it, both of you! I don’t even know what you’re fighting about.”

  Flynn looked to me. “He was bothering you, Beth.”

  “So what if he was?” I said, suddenly angered for a different reason. “Since when has it been your business to protect me? We barely know each other!”

  “Exactly. This is none of your business,” the carny guy said, picking up on my words.

  I turned to him. “And I told you to leave me the hell alone. You don’t want to get on my bad side, or being confronted by a six foot something jock will be the least of your worries.”

  “Ouch. You’re a spiky one.”

  I could see him repressing a smirk, which only served to make me angrier. The aching in my jaw increased, my throat tightening. Both men were watching me, Flynn with a confused, hurt expression on his face, the carny guy with an amused smirk. I didn’t even know his name, I realized.

  I don’t want to know his name, I tried to convince myself. But I did. Even with an annoying smirk that I wanted to slap off his striking face, I longed to know his name with every fiber of my soul.

  But right now, the darkness was creeping over me. I was seeing red, literally. The veins on both of the men’s throats, the spreading network across their inner wrists, all shone like a beacon to me. Threads of glowing red rivers of blood.

  “Just leave me alone!” I finished, needing to get away from them both.

  I turned and started to run, leaving the sounds and smells of the carnival behind me.

  “Someone’s going to want to talk to you,” the carny boy shouted after me. “They’re going to want to know what really happened.”

  I couldn’t worry about that now. My mind was filled with the sound of blood pulsing through veins, my jaw now in serious pain. I needed to distract myself, to break the cycle. This had happened before, and only knowing I could stop it convinced me that I was safe to live among regular people. My plan had also consisted of a
voiding all confrontation and intimate situations. Considering I’d only arrived today, I didn’t think I’d done a particularly good job of that side of things.

  I kept running until I was back on campus, and then took the stairs two at a time. I was out of breath, but not completely exhausted—my vampire genetics gave me stamina on top of everything else. I focused on one thing, stopping the frightening ache inside of me, the need and desire I’d only ever given into once as a child. I’d sworn to myself that I’d never be weak enough to give in again. I was well aware that succumbing to any blood lust would only make my vampire half stronger. I’d left Los Angeles to try to escape that part of me.

  Heading straight to my room, I grabbed my wash bag. I’d hidden something in its lining, something I knew people would question if it was found. I’d agonized about whether or not to bring it, but now I was here and in this position, I was glad I had.

  Most of the residents were still out, probably speculating about what had happened at the carnival, hanging out on the beach with a bonfire and a bottle of something alcoholic. I experienced a pang of envy for their easy lifestyles. Getting loose on a couple of drinks and making out with some hot guy they’d only just met. Alcohol had hardly any effect on my system, and making out with anyone was not going to happen because of my unfortunate habit of seeing into their lives and futures.

  I took my wash bag into the bathroom, happy to have the place to myself. In haste, I scrabbled into my bag, slipping my fingers between the thin material and the padding, where I’d hidden the item I needed. I felt like a drug addict. I was getting my fix, in a way, even if it wasn’t what I really needed. My fingers closed around the sliver of metal, and I pulled out the blade I’d taken from a smashed disposable razor.

  Shaking, the red haze over my vision was making it hard for me to see. I could barely swallow, my throat felt as though I had swallowed a ball made up of the same blade I now clutched between my thumb and forefinger.

  I didn’t think any further. I lifted the blade and swiped it across the skin of my forearm, once, twice, three times. With each cut, the desperate need released me from its grasp, as though a man had stood with his hands around my throat, and had finally decided to let me go. The red haze swept from my vision, my mind clearing. I exhaled in relief.

  The bathroom door swung open.

  The movement made me jump, and I quickly cupped the sliver of razor blade in my palm and turned my body away, hiding my rapidly healing arm. My heart sank when I realized the person who’d joined me was also my roommate.

  “Oh, God!” Brooke’s small nose wrinkled in disgust, her eyes wide with horror. “What the hell are you doing?”

  “Nothing,” I said, quickly. The anger and bloodlust had already begun to ebb away, released with the cutting of my flesh and the beading blood. I couldn’t explain why it worked, only that the action of cutting seemed to release something inside me. Perhaps it was like in history where doctors would cut people suspected of being possessed to let out the demon. Maybe that’s what the self-harm was about—I was exorcising my own demons.

  But Brooke wasn’t going to be fobbed off with ‘nothing.’ Three strides brought her across the bathroom and she grabbed my shoulder, yanking me around. I put my arm behind my back, hiding what were now three shrinking wounds, but within a few hours would become no more than ridged scars. The action caused the razor blade to slip from my grasp and it fell to the tiled floor with a clink.

  We both looked down. There was no hiding the thick ridge of blood now creating an almost black crust across the silver metal.

  “Jeez.” She made no attempt to hide the expression of disgust on her face. “What are you, some kind of Emo freak? Don’t you think you should try a little more black eyeliner if you want to get into that crowd?”

  “Get lost, Brooke,” I snapped. I wanted her gone. Her insensitivity riled me.

  “No way. You’re my roommate. I deserve to know what I’m living with.”

  “What you’re living with?” I couldn’t believe the nerve of her. How did my actions affect her in any way?

  “Yeah.” She glared at me. “Someone prone to violence.”

  “Violence?” Okay, part of me knew she was close to the truth, but I’d never hurt anyone else. I’d only ever hurt myself. “I’m not violent.”

  “Then what do you call this?”

  She reached around my body and yanked my arm forward for her to see. I breathed a sigh of relief. Blood still smeared my skin, but the cuts now appeared to be no more than a few scratches.

  “I scratched it on some metal after the car came off the Waltzer,” I said. “I thought I still had a splinter of metal in the cut. I was trying to get it out.”

  She narrowed her eyes. “With a razor blade?”

  I shrugged. “I figured it was a bit like trying to get a splinter out with a needle. Didn’t your mom ever do that to you?”

  She released my arm. “My mom didn’t ever do much with me.”

  I detected sadness in her voice, the way her gaze drifted away, as though looking toward her past.

  Despite my angry thoughts only moments earlier, I wasn’t one to hold a grudge.

  “I’m sure she had her moments,” I said gently, offering the other girl a smile.

  But Brooke didn’t return the emotion. Instead, she said, “What the hell do you know,” and stormed from the bathroom, letting the door shut behind her with a bang.

  Sighing, I bent to pick the blade from the floor. As much as I didn’t want to admit it to myself, there was a good possibility I would need it in the future. I turned on the faucet and held the sliver of metal beneath the hot water, washing off the remnants of blood.

  I hoped Brooke had bought my story. I’d known from the moment we’d met that she and I wouldn’t be best buddies at any point, but I still wanted things to be amiable between us. The thought of dealing with tension every time I went to my room made me sick. All I wanted was an easy, normal life.

  At least now the hour was late enough for me to call home. I had no intention of telling them what had happened that day. My mom would be on the first flight up here to drag me home.

  Leaving the bathroom, I headed back outside to make the call. Several students loitered around, chatting to each other, or on their own cell phones, probably doing the exact same thing I was about to do. I felt sure I wasn’t the only person missing home right now. Finding myself a secluded spot at the back of the building, I took my cell from my pocket. I didn’t exactly have a lot of numbers programmed into my phone, so it only took a couple of seconds to get the phone ringing.

  My mom answered on the first ring, and I smiled. I knew she’d be waiting by the phone.

  “Elizabeth? Sweetie?”

  “Hey, Mom.”

  “Hi, honey! I’m so glad you’ve called, finally. I’ve been worried sick all day.”

  “You could have picked up the phone and called me yourself.”

  “Oh, I didn’t want to bother you. I knew you’d be settling in, meeting new friends. I didn’t want to ruin your street-cred.”

  I cringed at my mother’s choice of words. “Don’t be silly. I did tell you’d I’d wait until Dad was up before I called.”

  “I know you did, but still ... I was worried you might have had a car accident or something.”

  I rolled my eyes. That was my mother—the constant worrier. I guess after everything we’d been through it was only to be expected. I’d almost died as a child, something they never spoke to me about and thought I couldn’t remember, so it was only natural for her to be overprotective. Even so, her overprotective nature was definitely one of my reasons for wanting to get away from home. I loved her more than anything, but I needed my own space. I had no intention of telling her about the incident with the fallen wire on my drive into town, and that my car was in the shop.

  “So you’re okay, then?” she continued. “You’ve made some friends?”

  “Yes,” I said, thinking of Brooke and how I
didn’t think I’d ever be classed as a ‘friend.’ But then I remembered Flynn, Laurel, and even Dana. “I’ve made some friends,” I told her. “Everyone has been great, and a group of us went out this evening.”

  I sensed her relax on the other end of the line. “That’s wonderful, sweetie. Sounds like fun. I can’t believe my baby-girl is all grown up and living away from home.” She gave a sniff.

  “I’m hardly a baby anymore, Mom.”

  “No, I know you’re not. I’m just going to spend the next few months having to remember that you’re not in the house anymore.” She lowered her voice, though if my dad was anywhere in the vicinity he’d have heard her anyway. “The daytimes are going to be very lonely.”

  “So sleep in the day and spend time with Sebastian at night. Isn’t that what you’ve been looking forward to all these years?”

  She sighed. “I lose one of you, but gain the other. I just wish I could have both.”

  “You’ve still got me, Mom. I’m only at college.”

  I heard a muttered voice beyond my mother’s. “Your father is hovering,” she said. “I’d better pass you over.”

  “Sure, Mom. I love you.”

  “I love you too, sweetie. Stay safe.”

  There was a shuffling as she handed the phone to my father.

  His deep voice came down the line, “Hey, kiddo.” I pictured him standing in our hallway, with his pale skin and dark hair, still looking no more than mid-thirties, despite being hundreds of years old.

  “Hi, Sebastian,” I said with a grin, knowing my habit of using his first name irked him. “Sleep well?”

  I felt the smile in the tone of his voice. “Like the dead. How are things with you? I assume by your mother’s lack of panic that you made the rest of your trip safely.”

  I laughed. “Yeah, no twenty car pile-up on the freeway, or freak aircraft crashing into the school.”

  Just a freak electrical wire and a runaway carnival ride.

  “Glad to hear it, though the way your mother has been acting, you’d think that’s exactly what had happened.”

  “You’ve only been awake about ten minutes.”