Demon Night (The Resurrection Chronicles Book 6)

by M. J. Haag

  DEMON NIGHT

  M.J. HAAG

  CONTENTS

  What has happened before…

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Epilogue

  Authors Note

  Series Reading Order

  DEMON NIGHT

  Copyright: M.J. Haag

  Published: March 5, 2019

  ISBN-13: 9781943051090

  Cover Design: Shattered Glass Publishing LLC

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  DEMON NIGHT

  Every secret has a price.

  It’s a truth that Angel knows too well. Since the hellhounds and infected started to roam, Angel has guarded her secret carefully. But, she’s growing weaker by the day and needs help. In this new plague-ravaged world, the weak don’t survive long, and the useless are quickly abandoned. That’s why Angel’s secret needs to stay secret. If anyone found out about the baby she carried, they’d ditch her in a heartbeat to save themselves.

  To make herself an asset, she offers her services as a relationship expert to one of the dark fey, who rose with the hellhounds, in exchange for food. Shax is eager to win over Hannah, and if Angel can help make that happen, just maybe she won’t be kicked out of the settlement when she has the baby.

  WHAT HAS HAPPENED BEFORE…

  More than two months ago, earthquakes unleashed hellhounds on an unsuspecting mankind. The bite of a hound changes humans, turning people into flesh-craving infected.

  The hellhounds weren’t the only things to emerge from the earthen caverns. Demon men with grey skin and reptilian eyes have been trapped underground for thousands of years. They alone can kill the hellhounds and help bring a stop to the plague. They only ask for one thing in return: a chance to meet women who might be willing to love them as they are.

  CHAPTER ONE

  I RAN through the survivor camp with every ounce of energy I had, one human in a herd of humans, trying to escape the infected. The people around me were screaming and yelling, making it harder to hear what was behind us. I didn’t try to look. I already knew what the infected looked like. Pale. Cloudy eyes. Missing parts. A craving for human flesh.

  A woman tripped on a tent stake and fell in front of me. If I had been a better person, I would have stopped and tried to help her up. But I didn’t. I couldn’t. I’d promised I would do everything in my power to survive. So, I kept running even as I cramped. Even as every breath sent a stab of pain through my middle.

  You can do this, Angel.

  Because, I knew if I couldn’t, I would die.

  Out of nowhere, a fey came running at me.

  “Get down!” he yelled.

  I fell to my stomach and winced at the wet splattering sound behind me.

  “Run,” he said.

  I hopped to my feet, almost slipping on infected blood slicking the snow around me, and ran again. I knew my clothing was covered in infected blood but didn’t stop to remove any of the seven layers.

  Ahead, I spotted the hangar. A beacon of safety.

  I made it through the door with several other winded runners. A crowd of people had already gathered inside. We were cattle waiting for the slaughter if the fey couldn’t keep up with the infected pouring into the safe zone.

  One of the grey devils strode past as I walked small circles, trying to cool down from the mad sprint to the hangar. The fey—tall, broad-shouldered, and all males—appeared after the earthquakes that were felt around the world weeks ago. If they were the only things to appear, humanity would have been fine. But they weren’t. And now, humanity was struggling to exist. Honestly though, humanity wasn’t putting up much of a struggle. We were a pathetically weak lot in comparison to what was now out there. The fey were huge, strong, and liked ripping heads off of things, but they had a soft spot for women. Thankfully. Human men they only tolerated.

  Too bad the hellhounds came before the fey.

  Unable to bear the pain in my middle for a moment longer, I braced my hands on my knees and hoped that belly dive hadn’t hurt the baby. I had landed mostly on my knees and elbows, and at just six months pregnant, I didn’t have much of a bump, yet.

  Please, just stay where you are, I thought to my stowaway. Now is not the time for a surprise appearance.

  Not that I thought a few more weeks would make the world a safer place. Today. Tomorrow. Nine weeks from now. The length of time didn’t change the truth of our situation. This baby and I were royally fucked.

  “Angel, are you okay?” Matt Davis asked.

  I straightened to look at the man who led our sad excuse for a safe zone. But, since it was the only safe zone left, it was also the most shining example.

  “Yeah. Fine. Avoided being future fertilizer, thanks to one of the fey.” I tried to straighten but winced at the pain that speared through my side. Replacing my hands on my knees, I resumed my study of the floor.

  Matt gently curled a hand around my arm and led me to the wall where other people were sitting.

  “I sent one of the fey for Mrs. Felds. Sit. Yell if you need something.”

  I nodded and sank to the cement floor. It didn’t matter that it was cold; it wasn’t outside with the infected.

  “Bertha,” Matt called. “Get Angel a juice. Her blood sugar is dropping again.”

  I set my head on my knees rather than look at the accusing stares of the people around me. I didn’t have a problem with blood sugar. Matt knew that. He also knew I didn’t want anyone to find out about the baby. The earthquakes, hellhounds, and the spread of the zombie-like plague had changed the benevolent nature of the people who remained. Who was I kidding? Benevolence died out long before the quakes. If people found out I was pregnant, that there’d soon be another mouth needing a share of rations, I’d find myself on the wrong side of the fence.

  “Here,” a familiar, brusque voice said.

  I looked up and took the small bottle of juice that Bertha held out. The woman was more sour than a bunch of green grapes.

  “Thanks,” I said with my best namesake smile.

  “Sip it slowly. If it doesn’t help, there’s not much I can do. That’s out of the doc’s fridge. All the supplies are—” She looked in the direction of the door, and I understood. No one would be eating anything until the fey cleared the latest breach in the fence.

  She moved away, and I cracked open the bottle to take a cautious sip. When I did, I saw the blood coating my sleeve. The reminder of just how close that infected had been hit me hard. I was getting slower. Too slow.

  Shaking, I set down the bottle and peeled off my outermost layer of clothing.

  “I’ll take that,” Matt said, moving to squat in front of me. “You sure you’re okay?”

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nbsp; I nodded even though I wasn’t at all sure. I didn’t want him to worry about me, though. Matt had enough on his plate. Okay, fine, I didn’t give a shit about his plate. I just didn’t want him to call any more attention to me.

  “The juice is already working its magic,” I said.

  He patted my knee, took the bloody jacket, and walked away.

  Outside, the sounds of fighting grew louder. Instead of paying attention to that, I tried to subtly rub my stomach. It was hard as a rock, aching, and freaking me the fuck out. Touching it didn’t help.

  Feeling light-headed and a bit queasy, I gave up on rubbing and just rested my hands on my knees.

  “Come on, give a girl a break,” I whispered.

  I thought of Mrs. Felds, Whiteman’s previous camp doctor by default, and wished for the millionth time she had remembered to have someone take me back to Tolerance when the fey had delivered the supplies a few days ago.

  “This isn’t right,” someone said lowly.

  I almost lifted my head, thinking that the speaker meant what was going on in the hangar.

  “The doc should be here.”

  I barely contained a snort. News of Mrs. Felds’ leaving hadn’t gone over well with some. Even though the woman was no actual doctor, people here still felt she owed them something. That she’d chosen to go live with the fey at Tolerance rather than stay in Whiteman was beyond their understanding. But, why the hell would she want to stay where the infected kept getting in? I sure as hell didn’t.

  “I heard she went out and found her son and another survivor. Took them back to Tolerance,” someone else said.

  “Good,” another said. “Last thing we need is more mouths to feed.”

  The sentiment made my belly clench tighter even as someone else made a sound of disbelief.

  “We need all the people we can get,” the original speaker said. “There’s not enough of us to guard the fence the way it is. Why do you think the infected breached it? Either someone missed their shift or fell asleep on it. We’re all overworked and pulling too many doubles.”

  “Fine. The last thing we need is more useless mouths to feed,” the other speaker amended. “A baby isn’t going to do jack to keep us alive.”

  I clenched my hands into fists and kept quiet. This was an argument I’d heard since the moment there were whispers about food shortages, and it was the main reason I didn’t want anyone to know I was pregnant.

  “How could a single person with an infant even survive outside the fence?” the original speaker asked. “We can barely survive in here.”

  He was right. A human outside the fence was as good as dead. Heck, living inside the fence was risky, now. I’d seen more than one survivor crossed off the list on my run to the hangar.

  Whiteman’s fences weren’t enough to keep us safe anymore. It didn’t take a genius to figure out the fey were the key to surviving or that Matt’s biggest mistake had been treating the fey like workhorses. The fey might have been able to do all the tasks, but overworked and underappreciated people rarely hung around. With the fey now living in Tolerance, Whiteman was just an infecteds’ supermarket, and we humans were the deli.

  If Mrs. Felds didn’t take me with her today, I didn’t think I’d live through another attack. Hell, I shouldn’t have made it to the hangar during this one.

  I took a sip of juice, and a little of the precious liquid dribbled down my chin because of my unsteady hand. Even though I’d caught my breath and the pain in my side had eased, the shaking wasn’t letting up. I had almost died, spared by chance within the last half a second. That I was an out of shape, underfed pregnant woman who’d just sprinted a mile didn’t help me feel any better about anything.

  Someone pounded on the outer door, a heavy thud that echoed through the hangar. The murmured conversations hushed slightly, allowing me to hear a muted voice yelling Matt Davis’ name.

  “That can’t be good,” one of the people sitting near me said.

  I lifted my head just as the door opened, and a fey strode in carrying Mrs. Felds. Relief coursed through me, and I put my head down again. The doctor was here. Finally.

  As soon as I could stop shaking, I’d track her down and talk to her. Remind her of her promise that I could live at Tolerance to be closer to her. I knew Mrs. Felds was no doctor. It didn’t matter. Even a nursing student was better than nothing, and I’d told her that the last time we met. I didn’t want to have this baby alone. And, if I kept having to run for my life, I was afraid this baby wouldn’t stay where it was supposed to.

  As if the little freeloader knew I was thinking about it, it kicked hard. I winced and wished I had something to eat. Food always made the baby happy. It made me happy, too.

  “It’s about time,” the man next to me murmured under his breath.

  A moment later, someone touched my leg.

  “Are you hurt?” Mrs. Felds asked.

  I lifted my head and took another unsteady drink of juice to calm down the mini ninja trying to kick its way out of my stomach.

  “I think I’m fine. My heart’s just racing, and I can’t stop shaking. But, I think everything is staying where it’s supposed to be,” I said, hoping I was right.

  She nodded.

  “I haven’t forgotten my promise. When I finish up here, I’ll come find you.”

  We were leaving this coffin. Today.

  I wanted to grin, but too many people were watching us closely, including the stern looking fey behind her. Not wanting to do anything to jeopardize my chance of leaving with her, I settled for a chill nod and set my head back on my knees.

  Mrs. Felds and her fey friend started asking the people waiting for her help where they were injured. While she took the first patient behind a screen, I gingerly got to my feet and shuffled to the bathroom.

  It wasn’t a long while before Matt’s voice rang out with an all clear. But he warned those who wanted to leave the hangar that they should go out heavily armed.

  “The fey have checked the grounds, but we all know the infected are getting smarter. Don’t take any chances. Go out, get what you need to live, and come back here.”

  “Here? For how long?” someone called out.

  “Until it’s safe,” Matt said.

  I snorted softly. Was it ever really safe?

  I stayed where I was, leaning against the wall. There wasn’t anything I needed badly enough from my tent to risk my life.

  SHIFTING my weight from one foot to the other, I waited in line for the meager rations a few others had helped Bertha carry over from the cafeteria.

  “Angel,” Mrs. Felds called.

  I looked toward the door, and she waved me over. I didn’t want to leave my place in line, but the fey beside Mrs. Felds was helping her with her jacket. The chance to leave outweighed the need to eat.

  I hurried over. Excitement and fear made my heart race again. Leaving Whiteman meant leaving the protection of the fence. It also meant being touched, something I’d avoided since the earthquakes.

  “We’re going?” I asked softly when I reached them.

  “Yes. Do you need to grab anything from your tent?” Mrs. Felds asked.

  I shook my head.

  “No clothes?”

  “It’s no big deal, Mrs. Felds,” I said, not wanting to talk about it. “I’m ready to go whenever you are.”

  The truth was that nothing in that tent fit me anymore. The leggings under my unbuttoned, loose jeans kept me warm, and the shirts I wore tucked into the waistband of the jeans helped keep my pants up. It worked.

  “Okay. But call me Cassie,” she said with a kind smile.

  Kerr, Cassie’s fey companion, led the way out the door. The people in the hangar didn’t even notice us leaving. Or if they did, they didn’t make a big deal out of it.

  The wind stole my breath for a moment as I stepped outside. A few flakes drifted down from the cloudy sky. I hated snow. Shivering at the temperature change, I pulled up the hood of my jacket and took the mittens fr
om my pocket. I could never seem to get warm enough anymore.

  “Brog,” Kerr called to a fey jogging past.

  The large man changed direction and stopped before us.

  “How many females did they lose?” Brog asked.

  “Five.”

  Both of the men looked truly upset by the news.

  “Twelve people total,” Cassie said. “I hope Matt takes my suggestion seriously. This base is too big to defend with the people they have.”

  “We could send more fey,” Kerr said.

  “Which is fine for a short-term solution. Long term, this is just too much area to defend.”

  Kerr grunted. I wasn’t sure if it was acknowledgment or disagreement, though.

  “Brog, we need to return to Tolerance. Will you carry Angel?”

  Brog looked at me and nodded. I’d known this was coming. There was only one safe way to get anywhere, and it wasn’t in a loud infected-attracting vehicle. It was in the arms of a fey. I’d seen numerous girls get a lift that way. Honestly, it looked pretty awesome. If I knew the fey wouldn’t catch on to my baby bump, I’d try to hitch a ride like that everywhere. However, they were a little handsy when they carried their prizes.

  Brog stepped toward me.

  “May I carry you, Angel?”

  “Yes. Thank you.” He lifted me gently and settled me against his torso. I kept my arm wedged between him and my stomach to help prevent Brog from feeling any tiny ninja kicks.