Samantha Moon: First Eight Novels, Plus One Novella

by J. R. Rain

  In a blink, my left hand reached out and grabbed Conner Thurman around the throat. He tried to speak, but only a strangled gasp emerged.

  I lifted him off the ground, still holding him by the neck. I was tall enough now that my hunched shoulder just missed the stained glass windows high above. In fact, I very nearly filled the entire hallway. My leathery wings hung behind me.

  I thought of the threats against my son.

  I thought of what Kingsley had said to me:

  Cut off the head of the snake.

  And as I lifted him off the ground, as he kicked and gurgled and fought me, I continued squeezing.

  And squeezing...

  Something black and horrible appeared from his open mouth. A serpent, the same snake I had seen coiled around all of the Thurmans. It continued pouring out of Conner Thurman’s mouth as if vomited by the Devil himself. Now it hung suspended in the air, twisting and coiling before me.

  “Sssister,” it hissed, and slowly faded away.

  I growled and threw Conner Thurman hard against the far wall, and as he slid down, I swiped a massive claw cleanly through his neck.

  Chapter Fifty-five

  There were four us in the library.

  Allison was holding Tara’s hand. The two of them sat closely together, sharing, perhaps, the world’s most unusual bond: both had been possessed simultaneously by a nasty son of a bitch.

  Kingsley occasionally patted my knee, and I let him. The gesture seemed to come from a source of support, not flirtation.

  Earlier, I had called my sister and confirmed that they were all okay in a safe house. The safe house was, apparently, Kingsley’s ski lodge in Arrowhead. I hadn’t known Kingsley had a ski lodge in Arrowhead. Either way, all was well, and I breathed a sigh of relief and told them to sit tight for another day or so. I would explain it all later.

  I had emerged from the mausoleum as naked as the day I was born and covered with blood—and completely healed. The headless body of Conner Thurman had done something extraordinary before my very eyes: it had literally gone up in smoke.

  So weird, I thought now, as Kingsley patted my leg again. Tara cried softly as Allison hugged her close.

  Allison had been outside the mausoleum, drenching wet and freezing and briefly confused. I helped her back to the bungalow where we changed into some dry clothes. Once done, she and I watched a very unusual procession: Thurman after Thurman emerged from the surrounding woods. All soaked to the bone. All lost. All confused. Some were even hurt. But none permanently so.

  Kingsley emerged, too, carrying Edwin in his arms. The young Thurman had taken the worst of Kingsley’s efforts to fend them off. Edwin, as far as I knew, was resting in his basement room now. Hurting, but okay.

  Earlier, we had explained to Tara what had happened to her and her family. The news was, unsurprisingly, devastating. She looked at me now. “I hate him.”

  I waited. Outside, the storm had subsided. The trees were no longer threatening to break at their bases. A light rain drifted by the big windows.

  “I hate him for what he did to my family. We couldn’t fight him. We didn’t know how. He manipulated our thoughts, our memories, our words, our actions. We were all his puppets.”

  I recalled the Source’s words: There is no evil, Samantha Moon.

  I wasn’t sure I believed it. I had seen evil firsthand, and I believed it was real. I had seen the joy on the entity’s face—or Conner Thurman’s face—as it delivered blow after blow, breaking me and my body. A body that had, miraculously, been restored once I had transformed back into my human self.

  Not even a cracked rib.

  “You didn’t know that Conner Thurman was still alive?” asked Kingsley.

  She shook her head. “No, although the memories of serving him in the mausoleum are returning now...” she shuddered.

  I didn’t want to know what “serving him” entailed.

  Sweet Jesus.

  “He...he removed those memories from us.”

  Kingsley nodded. “He’s gone now.”

  “I know,” she said. “I felt him leave...and I felt him leave forever.”

  Allison was nodding. She looked at me and Kingsley. “I felt it, too. Granted, perhaps not as strongly as Tara, but suddenly, he was gone.”

  Tara nodded absently. I suspected she felt the same, except I knew the trauma of her ordeal ran so deep and for so long, that she would need many months or years to come to terms with what had happened to her and her family.

  The Thurman family had a lot of healing to do. After all, did they really know each other? How much of their lives had been controlled by the entity?

  I didn’t know, but I did know that it was gone. I had seen it flee. To where, I didn’t know. Perhaps another willing host. Perhaps even now it was cruising over the earthly plane like a diseased wind, looking for a willing partner...or perhaps even, an unwilling one.

  Yes, I thought. There is evil.

  The entity might be gone, but his sister was not. His sister was still within me, watching, waiting, existing. I shuddered all over again. Kingsley felt me shudder and patted me again. He added a small squeeze. Flirt.

  Junior and Patricia Thurman next came into the room. Although Junior looked confused, he also looked vibrant. Noticeably absent—and perhaps most telling of all that the entity was indeed gone—was that his aura, along with Tara’s and all the other Thurmans, was completely free of the black cord. The cursed black cord that had bound them all.

  We left Tara with her uncle.

  Chapter Fifty-six

  I was back on Dome Rock.

  The sun had not yet risen. Kingsley and Allison were asleep in the bungalow. It had been hours after the ordeal in the mausoleum.

  God, had I really cut off his head?

  I had. Or, rather, the thing that lived within me had.

  No, it had been me. I had made a point to squeeze the life out of Conner Thurman—or the thing that animated Conner Thurman. I had made the decision to remove his head.

  He’d threatened Anthony. He had been going to kill Anthony.

  Consume Anthony, in fact.

  Yes, I had cut off his head, and I would do so a thousand more times if I had to.

  The rain had finally dissipated. The ocean beyond seemed relatively calm. I could even see stars peeking through the thin cloud layer.

  Before me were both medallions: the opal medallion that I had plucked from the ocean’s depths, and the amethyst medallion that had once been embedded within my chest. Each glittered dully, catching whatever ambient light there was.

  My chest had healed marvelously. Not even a scar.

  “Penny for your thoughts,” said a voice behind me.

  I gasped, turning. I hadn’t heard anyone approach, and my inner alarm had failed to notify me of danger. Standing behind was, of course, the young Librarian. The alchemist. He was wearing jeans and a sweater and shoes that didn’t seem appropriate for a hike up Dome Rock.

  “I’m sorry to startle you, Samantha Moon.”

  “How did you get here?”

  “The ferries are running again.”

  “How did you know I was here?”

  He smiled and walked around me and stood over the two medallions. “I, too, am intricately linked to these guys.”

  “Because you created them.”

  “Yes. Do you mind if I sit?”

  “It’s a big rock,” I said.

  He chuckled and sat before me. A small wind blew steadily over us. His short hair didn’t move. Neither did his clothing.

  “There’s some weird shit going on,” I said.

  “Yes, I imagine so.”

  “Why am I connected to the medallions?”

  “I don’t know, Sam, but I suspect it’s a combination of many things.”

  “What things?”

  “The vampire who first created you, for one. He was one of the oldest...and perhaps even one of the most powerful.”

  “I don’t understand.”


  “Knowledge and power is always transferred through blood, Samantha. It is the carrier of all information, all knowledge. Have you not noticed that those around you, and those blood-related to you, are growing in power?”

  “Yes.”

  “He infused you with his own knowledge, his own power. Sam, you have abilities you’ve not yet tapped into.”

  “I don’t want them. I just want to be normal.”

  “That might still be possible.”

  I looked at him sharply. “What do you mean?”

  He picked up the medallions. “I created these medallions, Samantha, to help someone like you find normalcy again.”

  “But they also do unspeakable harm,” I said.

  He nodded sadly. “There was an unforeseen consequence of the medallions, I’ll admit.”

  “As long as they are in existence, my son will always be in danger.”

  “I cannot deny that, Sam. At least, if all four are in existence. However, they can also give back the normalcy you seek.”

  “So, my two choices are either normalcy for me or danger to my son.”

  He nodded once.

  “That’s not an acceptable option to me,” I said.

  “Then destroy one, Samantha Moon, and the medallions can never again be used for evil.”

  I nodded. I had been thinking the same thing. I touched the opal medallion. “What will this one do?” I asked.

  “That one will remove your need to feast on blood.”

  “And the fourth medallion, the one that hangs from Fang’s neck?”

  Archibald Maximus, the young-looking guy with the old man’s name, nodded. “Yes...the diamond medallion.”

  “What will it do?”

  “A very interesting medallion, indeed.”

  I waited. Seagulls circled high above. Something small and undoubtedly furry scurried in the brush at the edge of the dome.

  “If you’ll recall, the ruby medallion reversed vampirism within your son.”

  I nodded. “Mostly.”

  He smiled. “The amethyst medallion gave you the ability to exist in the sun.”

  “Mostly.”

  “The opal medallion would remove your need for blood.”

  “We’ll see.”

  “The diamond medallion grants the user, in effect, all three.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Once the diamond medallion is invoked, Samantha, one would have all the powers of the vampire, without the shortcomings. One would, in effect, have it all.”

  “Immortality, too?” I asked.

  He nodded. “And great power, great strength, everything you currently enjoy. Without that which you don’t. It is, in effect, the answer to your prayers.”

  “Why make only one?” I asked.

  He smiled sadly at me. “I only brought forth the medallions into the world, Samantha. Think of me as the potter. I did not create the clay, only the shape within. The energy was always here, waiting. I only gave it shape and form.”

  “Can you create more?”

  “So far, no. But with intent, all things are possible.”

  “Meaning?”

  “When something is wanted bad enough, the Universe answers the call.”

  “So, for now, all that exists are the four medallions?”

  “Yes, one of which is now infused within your son.”

  “That sounds so weird,” I said.

  “Life is a little weird, Sam. Beautiful but weird.”

  “I cannot risk that another will come for me and my son,” I said.

  “I understand.” He looked at me for a long moment. “You do understand that you can wear only one medallion.”

  I hadn’t known that, but I did now. I nodded.

  “You must choose one medallion, Sam.”

  I thought of my options, and I thought of Fang. “I want these medallions destroyed,” I said.

  He raised an eyebrow. “Both of them?”

  “Yes.”

  “You are giving up the ability to go into the sun? To bypass the need for blood?”

  “Yes,” I said. “For now. Besides, the sun is overrated. I’m really more of a night person. And, honestly, who really needs Chicken McNuggets, right?”

  “You’re going to go after the fourth medallion,” said Archibald.

  “You bet your ass,” I said.

  He nodded.

  “So, what do we do with these?” I asked, indicating the two medallions.

  “It saddens the heart, but I shall destroy them. Admittedly, the harm they could cause was unforeseen.”

  “How will you destroy them?”

  “How strong are you, Sam?”

  “Stronger than I look.”

  He chuckled. “Of that I have no doubt. Yes, they are composed of gold and other alchemical materials. And like all alchemical artifacts, the spells within can be severed.”

  “You want me to break the spell.”

  “It has to be you, Sam.”

  Still sitting on the smooth rock, as the sky slowly began lightening, I reached over and picked up the amethyst medallion.

  “You’re sure about this, Sam? As soon as that medallion is broken, you will have only minutes to get back indoors. Your body will return to the day and night circadian rhythms of the vampire.”

  “I understand,” I said. “For my son, I understand. And it’s far too late to use such big words.”

  He chuckled lightly as I gripped the medallion in both hands.

  And applied pressure. A lot of pressure.

  Nothing happened at first—but then, suddenly, the medallion snapped in half, followed by what I was certain was a supernatural popping sound. Maximus winced slightly.

  I did the same with the opal medallion, and soon four halves lay on the rock before me.

  “It is done, Samantha Moon,” said Maximus. “Would you mind if I took these with me,” he said, indicating the four broken halves. “The metal is of use for other alchemical potions.”

  “Knock yourself out,” I said. “But I do have one question.”

  “Just one?” he asked.

  “Okay, many. Why did you hide the medallion so deep in the cave?”

  “It was meant to be a test.”

  “A test?”

  “Yes. The shipwreck was fortuitous in the sense that it gave me an opportunity to hide the medallion somewhere I’d previously not foreseen. Well, not entirely foreseen.”

  “And to the world it appeared that a treasure had gone down with the ship?”

  “Right,” he said.

  “How would Conner Thurman know about the opal medallion?”

  “Conner Thurman didn’t. The entity within him did.”

  “Is that why they built this home on this island? To search for the medallion?”

  “Part of the reason, I’m sure. Undoubtedly, they saw the seclusion here as a good thing, too.”

  “How was I able to find the medallion and he didn’t?”

  He smiled. “Because it was meant for you.”

  “I don’t understand.”

  “Or, rather, it was meant for someone like you. Someone worthy. Someone strong. Someone who would bring some light into all of this craziness. Soon, Sam, dawn will break, and you no longer have protection from sunlight.”

  “Are you coming with me?” I asked.

  “No, Sam. I prefer to sit here and watch the sunrise.”

  “Don’t rub it in,” I said, slapping his knee.

  He smiled sadly. “Go, Sam. You don’t have much time.”

  Indeed, I could already feel my body shutting down with the coming of dawn. I got up and started moving across the domed rock. I looked back once and saw the Librarian now sitting cross-legged, his face lifted to the heavens.

  Awaiting dawn.

  For some reason, I found tears on my cheeks.

  Not too long ago, I had seen my first dawn as a vampire. But now that ability was gone. It didn’t have to be, of course. I could have chosen it. Or chosen
the opal medallion—and never again have been forced to consume filthy blood.

  Now, as I turned back to the trail that would lead down to the bungalows, to where Kingsley and Allison slept, I thought of Fang.

  How he had found the fourth medallion, I didn’t know.

  Where he was, I didn’t know.

  But I was going to find him.

  One way or another.

  The End

  Samantha Moon returns in:

  Moon River

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  MOON RIVER

  by

  J.R. RAIN

  Vampire for Hire #8

  Moon River

  Published by J.R. Rain

  Copyright © 2013 by J.R. Rain

  All rights reserved.

  Dedication

  To the Source.

  Acknowledgments

  And a very special thank you to my Street Team!

  Terri Chapman, Sunshine Hiatt, Joline Novy, Erin Kathleen Finigan, Sheree Beans, Dinah deSouzaGuedes VanHoose, Lynne Lawson, Susan A. Gadbois, Yvonne Roga, D’Aulan Collins, Patricia Boehringer, Evonna Hartshorn, Heather Beyer, Angela Jermusek, Dana Bokelman, Lisa Downing, Jeanie Mueller, Lisa Hollingsworth, Jackie Neubauer, Pat Zunino, Marie Mock, Sherry R. Bagley, Elizabeth Green, Cassie Wilson, Erin Adams, Leah Kilgore, Jodi Brooks, Flora Samuelson, Melissa Grubbs, Tracy M. Golden and Candy Waggener.

  Moon River

  “There is something within me. Something alive. Of that, I am sure.”

  —Diary of the Undead

  Chapter One

  I would miss Judge Judy today, which was always a damn shame. Judge Judy should be required viewing for anyone without a backbone. Tough woman. Fair woman. Scary woman.

  My kind of woman.

  Instead, I found myself being escorted by a young cop with perhaps the third- or fourth-cutest buns I’d ever seen. I ranked his buns right behind Rand’s, the UPS driver who’d turned out to be a vampire hunter. Officer Cute Buns led me down a hall that ended up being far too short. I had just barely started ogling him when he turned to me, smiled and motioned for me to enter.