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THEY stepped out of the dark bar and into the
desolate, sand-swept terrain. The Blood Spot was located in the
farthest reaches of the Logos Territory.
Alejandro scanned the horizon and saw nothing but
the narrow road leading to Danpang City, surrounded by sand dunes
in all directions. The Blood Spot had become a favored hot spot
because of its secluded location.
The wind picked up, blowing sand across the road
and sending an old can to rattle and scrape across the pavement.
The lavender-tinged moon hung at half-mast in the sky and stars
glimmered everywhere, sewn like diamond chips into black velvet
cloth.
It almost looked like Earth’s night sky,
almost.
The Chosen had outed themselves the same year the
first commercial space jaunts had become de rigueur in 2075. It had
been something ancient, dark, and powerful meeting something new,
shiny, and exciting. For certain, it had been a notable year in
Earth history. The Chosen had known they were outnumbered by
humans, known that when they exposed themselves there would be fear
and bigotry. And there was.
Wasn’t there always?
At the time, Earth had become overpopulated and
unpleasant to live on. The Chosen had nursed dreams of finding
another world to call home. It was a big universe out there and
several habitable planets had already been discovered. Perhaps
there’d be a place for them somewhere in the black?
But the Chosen had never managed to find a world to
call their own. Outnumbered and outmaneuvered by human law, their
requests had always been denied or they’d been stymied by politics
and lobbying groups. They’d been forced to join in the rising tide
of human immigrants leaving Earth to find a better world. A better
world than one that had barely been saved from global warming and
was stuffed to the gills with swelling humanity, locusts who
devoured every resource in their path without thought for the
future.
Then had come the big find of the Nabovsky Galaxy,
and a solar system supporting not one, but four habitable planets
in close proximity, some large, some smaller.
Angel One was perfect—lush, green, and verdant,
like Earth before humans had messed it up. Though the sky was not
blue, but a pale green yellow. That planet had become the “capital”
of the Angel System and to this day was the most civilized.
Luckily there were strict environmental laws on
Angel One that prohibited sprawl from the urban areas and protected
the wild places. The urban areas, especially New Chicago, where he
and Daria lived, were built high into the sky because of the
anti-sprawl laws, though with ample areas of vegetation to enjoy
within the confines of the city.
Another planet, Galileo, was small and covered
mostly with water, though there were two sizable landmasses that
had been colonized. With seas rich in edible fish and sea life, it
was a place inhabited by fisher people and their families who
worked for the two big food processing plants that served the quad
planets, as they were called.
Darpong, where they were now, didn’t have much
water at all. It was a desert planet, hot during the day and cold
at night. It was a medium-sized world and very friendly to humans,
though the lack of water made it an unpopular choice. It was a
vacation and party spot, mostly. Lawless and wild, it attracted the
same. Nabovsky Galaxy’s very popular gravsport competition was held
here every year, an extreme sport spectacle with a high casualty
rate.
With the amount of sun on Darpong, it was ironic
that Sante had chosen it for his commune since vamps couldn’t walk
in sunlight, although if the stories were true, the dome protected
the solar-sensitive occupants from the punishing rays.
Songset, named for the man who’d discovered her,
was tidal locked. Without season, tide, or rotation, it simply
existed. One side of the huge planet was caught in perpetual high
summer, with temperatures reaching 120 degrees Fahrenheit nearly
every day. The other side was caught in perpetual winter,
temperatures dipping into the minus 50 region.
Most of the immigrants who’d elected to colonize
Songset lived on the band circling the planet, where the climate
was most hospitable, though some lived on the “day” and “night”
sides under large man-made domes. Songset was a mining world,
ravaged for its rich mineral deposits.
There had been noises about allowing the Chosen
their own rock, perhaps the dark side of Songset, but, as usual,
that had never come to fruition.
Alejandro watched Daria walk to her dune bike,
which was a far more pleasing sight than their arid surroundings.
Her newly blond hair was cut close to her head. It was so short you
might think she was a man from behind, until you dropped your gaze
and saw that long, slender neck, the delicate shoulders, and a
nicely shaped ass. There was no mistaking her body for anything but
100 percent female.
Her face, as well as her hair, looked different.
The surgeons had done a good job. Sante wouldn’t recognize her. Her
eyes were the same, although they held a hardness that hadn’t been
there when she’d been a newly graduated patroller.
Was it Christopher Sante who had stripped Daria of
her youth so fast and hard? Or had it been one of the many other
events that could befall a wet-behind-the-ears patroller in the
barely settled Angel System?
Even after all these years, she intrigued him. When
he’d discovered Daria was the agent selected for this assignment,
he’d convinced the Council that he was the man to play her
counterpart. He was still working out the why of that in his
mind.
When they’d both been patrollers, he’d tried his
best to protect her. Maybe a part of him felt like that job wasn’t
finished yet, although he knew what Daria would do if she ever
found out he thought she needed protection. He’d be divested of his
balls in about two seconds flat.
When they’d both worked at patrol headquarters, he
had been desperate to get her into bed, but she’d only wanted
Christopher Sante and had rejected all Alejandro’s advances.
In the end, seduction hadn’t been necessary. His
efforts at consolation after Sante had done his number on her had
turned into much more. He and Daria had their night together seven
years ago and Alejandro had always thought that’d be the end of it.
Until now.
Daria mounted her dune bike and started it. The
shiny silver and black vehicle roared to life and then settled down
to a kittenish purr. She reached for the helmet hooked behind her
seat and pulled it on.
She shot him a look of impatience through the
shaded visor. “Let’s go. I want to get this thing over with.”
Almost imperceptibly, she shivered.
Alejandro knew it was probably because she was
contemplating the Choosing that was to come. He could smell the
little spike of fear in her even from a distance.
She shouldn’t be doing this. She didn’t want it and
she wasn’t ready for it.
He walked over and took his place on his own dune
bike, the wide, silver machine that could speed over the heated
sand of Darpong like a jet-powered cloud.
Before starting his bike, Alejandro studied her.
Small lines of displeasure creased the skin between her midnight
blue eyes. She’d set her shoulders, and every muscle in her body
looked stiff. “How long has it been, Daria?”
She rolled her eyes. “How long for what?”
“Since you’ve been laid. You’re a little bit on the
cranky side.”
“Shut up, Alejandro. Let’s get going.”
“A good three years, I’d say.”
“Why do men always think every little thing
revolves around them? My mood doesn’t have anything to do with men
or my sex life.”
He put his helmet on, laid his thumb flat onto the
starter, and revved his bike to life. “Sure, Daria,” he shot back
once his bike’s engine had quieted. “Whatever you say.”
“Alejandro—”
He kicked the throttle in and took off fast. His
bike sped off over the stretch of desert. Out of the corner of his
eye, he saw Daria coming up right beside him.
They sped over the sand at a rate that made speech
impossible. It snatched their words straight from their lungs and
scattered them to the wind. That was probably a good thing,
considering the looks of death Daria shot him.
His bike hovered about three feet off the ground
and clung to the contours of the sand dunes. Alejandro angled the
bike toward his temporary abode deep in the desert. It wasn’t very
far from their final destination, the lair of the Shining
Way.
Alejandro turned his head to watch her. Her hands
were curled tight on the handles of her bike, her pulser tucked
securely in the holster around her waist. He let his gaze travel
down her shapely legs, clad in snug-fitting cream-colored pants.
His body tightened at the sight of her, and he shook his head at
the realization.
She still affected him.
Even after all these years. Of all the women he’d
ever known, she was the one who had touched him the most. She’d
always been tough, and he’d admired that in her, but she hadn’t
always been this hard. He remembered how huge and luminous
her eyes had been after Sante’s treachery had been
discovered.
That night, so many years ago, Alejandro had wanted
to take all that hurt away and bring back the fiery idealism that
Sante had snatched away. Alejandro had pulled her aside to talk to
her after all the mierda had gone down. He’d done it as a
fellow patroller and without any ulterior motive. When she’d pushed
him back in his chair and started kissing him he’d tried to stop
himself, but his control had been shredded by her aggression and
their shared attraction.
The morning had brought swift change for both of
them. Disgraced and reprimanded for inadvertently aiding Sante in
his masquerade as a patroller, Daria had been put on leave without
pay, pending a further investigation. She’d left Angel One for a
while in order to get her head together.
Alejandro had discovered soon after that he was one
of the marked ones, a human with the genetic predisposition to
vampirism, meant to be Chosen.
After that he’d had a short nightmarish period
enslaved to his blood mother, Lucinda Valentini. When he’d been
strong enough to break from her, he’d gone to work for the GBC.
He’d had the perfect background to become a peacekeeper, one who
took care of the vampires who violated Chosen law. It was a
difficult job, and had brought out the darker side of his
personality.
Finally, they reached his temporary dwelling,
consisting of two tents, one large and one small, each of them
camouflaged to look like a mound of sand when viewed from the air.
The material of the tents concealed body heat to fool
detectors.
Alejandro pulled his bike into the smaller tent to
hide it from view and Daria followed. They grabbed their gear off
the back of their bikes and headed into the larger tent.
“Hmmm . . . camping,” murmured Daria with a raised
eyebrow as she entered. She tossed her pack into a corner and
removed her holster as she let her gaze flick over their
surroundings.
He glanced around. The inside of the tent consisted
of an inflatable bed in one corner and a smokeless kitchenette in
the other, something he didn’t have much use for beyond the small
refrigerator that kept his supply of synthetic blood cold.
Multicolored pillows were scattered over the floor
in one area, in front of a solar-powered commview. In the back was
an enclosed area with an old-fashioned water shower, a sink, and a
mirror. The heavy canvas floor covered the sand, and the sides of
the tent rustled with the wind.
Yes, their surroundings were pretty meager, but you
had to marvel at the tech that made the structure possible. All the
appliances were freestanding and self-contained, powered by wind or
the sun. The sinks in the kitchen and the bathroom were hooked up
to a small water tank at the back of the tent.
“Home sweet home for now,” he answered.
He popped out his PComp unit and Daria did the
same. They wouldn’t need them for a while since they couldn’t take
the communication devices into the Shining Way.
They put the units, about the size of his
thumbnail, into a drawer in the kitchen. PComps fit into the
bio-relay ports they both had at the base of their skulls. They
downloaded information from the ABI or the GBC, or where they had
uplinks, straight into their minds. The name for the device was a
play on the name for the ancient device called a personal
computer.
She turned to face him, one hand on her slim hip.
“Do you even have a home? I remember you being quite the drifter.
And now that you’re working for the Governing Body of the Chosen .
. .” She trailed off.
“I keep an apartment in New Chicago and a place on
the dark side of Songset.” It was true that his work didn’t leave
him a lot of time to spend at any one residence. They were places
to stay, not homes.
“Songset? Near the dig?”
The colonists had wondered if they’d find alien
life beyond Earth. They’d only found flora and fauna, no evolved
beings. But not long after, there’d been an archaeological find on
the night side of Songset, one that proved they weren’t alone out
here in the dark.
“My place is about one hundred clicks from
there.”
She nodded and kept looking around her.
He knew Daria had been born on Earth and had spent
her childhood dreaming of the day she could become a Galactic
Patroller, just like her father had been before he’d died. That’s
why she’d moved out to the Angel System. What she wanted Alejandro
to do right now could destroy the career she cared about more than
anything else.
He threw down his pack. “Why do you want to do
this? It’s obvious you don’t have anything but contempt for the
Chosen. Why do you want to become one?”
“I want into the Shining Way, Alejandro.” Her eyes
flashed angrily. “I want to take Sante down. I want—”
“To make him pay for what he did?”
“He deceived me and used me. He saw a brand-new
patroller and he conned her. He made me love him, the bastard.” Her
voice shook with anger. “Then he used my connections to gain
information and kill one of my friends. He ruined my reputation. He
almost ruined my career. What? Have you forgotten all this? Yeah, I
want to make him pay.”
“He deceived all of us.”
“Me worst of all.” She looked away from him, and he
saw her lower lip tremble. That glimpse of vulnerability was a
telling sign. “He killed Julia,” she said in a softer voice. “He
killed her and he never saw a day of punishment.”
He tried to make his voice comforting. “I
know.”
Sante was an old vampire skilled at hiding what he
was. He’d become a patroller with the sole ambition of obtaining
information regarding a witness who had been scheduled to testify
against his blood mother, Maria Gillante, in a case of trafficking
in blood slaves.
Specifically, Sante had used Daria to get the
information, and he’d had a good time doing it. He’d wooed her and
seduced her. He’d entered into a serious relationship with her
under false pretenses. That had made what came next even more of a
betrayal.
On the night Sante had finally obtained his
information and located the house where the witness was being held,
he’d killed Daria’s best friend, Julia Harding. Julia had been one
of three patrollers assigned to guard the witness that night.
Alejandro frowned. “You said he almost ruined your
career, but I thought you were cleared of wrongdoing in that
deal.”
“I was, eventually. That still didn’t stop everyone
from blaming me for what happened. That still didn’t stop them from
thinking I was naïve and incompetent. It’s taken me years to
rebuild my reputation to an acceptable level.”
Her eyes hardened. “He got away with it. He got
away with murdering three patrollers and a witness. Do you
remember their names, Alejandro? I do. Vincent Almeda, Trudy
Horowitz, Stephen Miller . . .” Her voice shook with emotion. “And
Julia Harding.”
Alejandro sighed. “I know, Daria. I remember the
trial.”
They’d had no evidence to link Sante directly to
the murder. He’d done a little time for impersonating a human,
which was all the prosecutors could prove. It had been a slap in
the face to both himself and Daria.
She turned away from him and crossed her arms over
her chest. “And it was my fault,” she finished in a whisper. “If it
hadn’t been for me, he never would’ve shown up at the house. Julia
would still be alive.”
Alejandro resisted the urge to comfort her. “It’s
not your—”
She whirled on him. “He’s not getting away with
this one,” she said in a steely voice. “This time, we’re getting
him. I’m going to make sure we do.”
Alejandro pushed a hand through his hair. “You know
you’re throwing your life away for this . . . for him? He was
supposedly my partner. He betrayed me, too. I also want revenge,
but I still wouldn’t give up my life for the bastard.”
Her eyes shuttered. “I’m not you.”
“You’re not marked, Daria. You have no genetic
predisposition for this. That makes me Choosing you a risky
proposition. You could end up succubare, forever feeding off sex,
instead of life force. Worse, the Choosing could kill you.”
“You ought to know I’m stronger than that. I’ll
push through the succubare and become a fully Chosen
vampire.”
Only a very small percentage of humans could push
through. The odds were against her. “Okay. Let’s say you do. What
then? You hate the Chosen.”
She turned and stalked away from him, to the bunch
of throw pillows and back. “This may be my only chance. I might not
get another. Sante fucked up bad this time. He’s got the whole
Interstellar Alliance pissed at him right now. They think he
kidnapped Ari Templeton and they’ll let us do anything to get her
back.”
Richard Templeton, Ari’s father, was the head of
The New Covenant Church, the largest religious organization in the
quad planets. Templeton had been fighting to gain enough support to
force the government to exterminate the Chosen. As radical as
Templeton’s views were, he was a powerful social and religious
figure.
Templeton claimed his daughter had been abducted by
Christopher Sante and taken to the Shining Way, the well-guarded
fortress that was called a community of Chosen, but many
thought was simply some kind of cult. The ABI thought perhaps Sante
had done it in retaliation against Templeton and his hate-motivated
movement targeting the Chosen.
Alejandro and Daria had been tasked with going
undercover and investigating Templeton’s claims. If they found they
were true, their orders were to bring Ari home and Sante in, if
possible. Kill him if it wasn’t.
“The cost is too high,” he answered.
She whirled. “Look, I want Sante. I’ll do anything
. . . anything to get him.”
“That’s good you’ll do anything, because you know
the other thing you’re going to have to do in order to fool the
Shining Way into accepting you as one of their own.”
She turned toward him. Her big, midnight blue eyes
shone with apprehension. “Yeah, I know.”
Alejandro walked toward her. To her credit, she
didn’t back away. “You’re going to have to be with me, Daria.” He
reached out and cupped her cheek against his palm. “Every inch of
you from the top of your head to your pretty little toes will be
mine once we reach the Shining Way.”
The Shining Way was very restrictive about who they
let in. Sante was allowing Alejandro in based on their past
relationship. Sante had no idea that Alejandro was now a GBC
employee. That information was secret. Alejandro had told Sante
that “Valerie” was his mate and that he wouldn’t come without
her.
She clenched her jaw and swallowed hard, like she’d
gulped down a bug, before speaking. He tried not to let his ego
take a hit, but it was hard. “I can fake it.” Her voice shook just
a little. Only a Chosen would be able to hear that slight
quaver.
He brushed his thumb over her lower lip. “You know
as well as I do that we won’t be able to fake it. We’re going to
have to make it real, all of it, for this operation. They
have to be able to scent you on me and vice versa.”
“Nice try, Alejandro. We don’t necessarily have to
have sex to accomplish that.” Contrary to her words, desire
flickered through her eyes. It rippled through his body and made
his cock hard.
God help him, he still wanted her.
He wanted her stripped, wanted those long, strong
legs wrapped around his waist while he eased in and out of her hot
little slit. “That would be difficult.”
Her eyes shuttered again and she knocked his hand
away. “Yeah, I know, but not impossible.” She pushed past
him.
Alejandro raised a brow. “I guess you have a ways
to go before you accept all this.”
“Don’t get your hopes up. I’ll never accept
it. I’m just going to do it.” Daria turned and pushed a hand
through her hair, making it stick up in little tufts. “Look, I had
to fight hard to convince the bureau to assign me to this case.
They thought I had too many issues concerning Sante to be
objective.”
“You do.”
Daria ignored him. “It was my willingness to become
a Chosen that swayed them in the end. I was the only one who would.
So let’s just do it, all right? If we don’t do it now, I might lose
my nerve. I can’t think about it too much.”
“You know I’m going to have to bite you, Daria.
You’re going to have to bite me, too.” He took a step toward her
and she backed away. He stilled. “Do you trust me?”
“No.”
He shook his head. “You’re not ready for
this.”
“Hell no, I’m not ready, and I don’t trust you. Get
it through your head that I will never be ready and I will
never trust you. Just do it anyway.”
Alejandro sighed. “I’m going to drink your blood,
first. Let it combine in my veins before I give it back to you,
blended with mine. That mix is going to cause drastic changes in
you. You don’t have a mark to smooth the way for you like I did.
You were never meant to become a vampire and don’t have the
biological makeup for it. So, those transformations are going to be
violent and occur in a very short amount of time. One of those
changes will be a hormone surge—”
“I read about all this in the handbook, Alejandro,”
she interrupted.
“The handbook?” He snorted. “Come on, Daria,
reading from the handbook and doing it in real life are two
different things.”
She shot him a very unfriendly look. “My point is,
I know what to expect.”
“So you know that from the time I Choose you until
the time your body slides into unconsciousness you’re going to want
to fuck anyone within ten miles?”
Daria looked around the tent as though she could
see beyond the walls to the hundred-mile radius of sand. She looked
back at him, drawing the obvious conclusion.
“Yep,” he said with a smile.
She shook her head. “I’ll resist it.”
He laughed.