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Evolution

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by Sam Kadence


  “You stupid fool!”

  “Hey now,” Cris tried to interrupt.

  “Butt out!”

  “KC—” I tried to speak, but his lips covered mine. And we were suddenly kissing in the hallway, with my ex-lover Cris and my friend and bandmate, Joel, staring down at us. This was so far beyond what I knew from KC that I just let him go on. But it felt like he wanted to devour me.

  When the kiss finally ended, he was crying.

  “I’m okay,” I whispered to him, feeling his arms wrap around me and hold me almost painfully tight. “I’m so sorry.” Since it was nearly four in the morning, the halls were still empty, but none of us seemed willing to move.

  “We should take this inside,” Cris said quietly. “People will be up soon.” He moved toward the door, even fishing out a key to open it before motioning us inside.

  KC scooped me up into his arms and carried me toward the apartment. “You have to invite me in. The monster movies got that right. You have to invite death in.”

  “You’re not death, KC. I love you. I trust you, and I invite you into my home.” I glanced at Joel. “I invite you in, Joel.”

  We crossed the threshold together. He sat down on the couch, me still in his arms. Cris took the chair, and Joel began to pace the room. The shadows on KC’s face faded away, and finally he sat back, let my head rest on his chest, and said, “Tell me again, slowly, exactly what happened.”

  Everyone took turns. I fell asleep somewhere in the middle of Cris’s version. When next I awoke it was in bed, with KC wrapped around me. The window was covered, and though I didn’t see any spirits, I knew they lingered because there was an unnatural chill to the air.

  “You might as well show yourselves,” I muttered to the room, hoping I didn’t wake KC. The ghosts filled the room again. Anya hovered near the bed, looking normal instead of grisly dead. “Anya.”

  “It’s time for me to go, Genesis. Kerstrande is letting me go.”

  I breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe he would let go of all the guilt now. But while Anya looked good and normal, shining like a star, the rest still looked like death warmed over. I hope I didn’t have to kill another vampire for every one of the spirits that haunted KC. I was pretty sure my karma would get tipped the wrong way.

  Anya faded, and the rest seemed to move on for the night. I watched him sleep for a few minutes.

  “That’s kind of creepy.”

  I jumped a half foot in the air, then playfully smacked KC for scaring me. “That was awful.”

  “You’re the one staring at me.”

  “You’re so beautiful when you sleep.”

  He snorted.

  “You are.” I set my head on the pillow beside him and let myself just rest with his breath and mine mingling. At least vampires could still breathe, and I knew his heart beat because I could feel it against my palm. “I love you, KC.”

  “So you keep telling me.”

  “I died for you.”

  “No one asked you to.” Mr. Grumpy-Pants was back.

  I couldn’t help but laugh. And the laughter turned to hysterics because I laughed so hard I could hardly breathe.

  “Quiet down. Your friends are sleeping in the spare room and on the couch.”

  I swallowed back the rest of my laughter but couldn’t help but grin at him.

  “You’re such a brat.”

  “But you love me anyway,” I taunted him.

  “Yeah, I do.”

  The words took a minute to sink in, but then at that moment, nothing else mattered as much as the man in my arms.

  Kerstrande

  THE shovel hit the casket. I scrapped away the dirt from the fancy cover. Aaron had arranged a beautiful box, a huge ceremony, even a tribute like Michael’s. Only Evolution wasn’t going to play at this one. In fact, almost no one would be grieving Hane Lewis. The days of Triple Flight were over forever, and I was here to ensure it stayed that way.

  Four days would have been enough time for him to awaken. Maybe even heal a bit and try to get out. I should have left him. A few centuries in the box might mellow him out a bit. Or make him crazier. And Hane had always been a sick fuck anyway. When the cops showed up after the fire was put out, they found bodies. Lots of bodies, stacked in several rooms.

  Newspapers had labeled him the “Killer Rock Star,” and PG was using this to fan their rage against anything not pure, white, and human. Most of the victims had multiple bites. Many had been failed attempts to bring over a new vampire. The cages of feral vampires had slaughtered a half dozen cops. The ACLU was going crazy trying to defend the vampires from a death sentence. They would start with Joel, who had turned himself in at Gene’s request. He was awaiting a trial and was expected to be allowed to live. I had a feeling it would hurt Genesis pretty bad if his keyboardist died.

  Damon Phillis, the American King of vampires, had called with questions about Hane’s death. Mostly because he knew Hane wasn’t dead yet, and I wasn’t strong enough to hold a city this size. The little time I’d been undead didn’t give me that kind of strength, but Genesis did. Regular infusions of his blood helped control the bloodlust. Killing Hane for real would give me control of the rest of the vampires in the city, and enough power to actually stay there. Phillis had already threatened to send someone else to the city to take over. As if I really needed the threat.

  The late morning hours ticked past the witching hour. Not a single soul ventured into this cemetery. It was for the damned. No crosses or priests or angels. Just the dead and unwanted. I’d have to hurry if I wanted to be back by the time Gene got up for work.

  The lock broke easily enough, and I snapped it open to stare at the shriveled form within. It didn’t move. Even the undead had a pulse; slower than the living, but if I waited long enough I would hear it. I leaned in to listen for the sound.

  A crisp black hand snaked around my throat, cutting off my air. I rewarded him with a solid face-pounding. He let go, whimpering, skull cracked in several places. “Hello, Hane. You look like shit.”

  “Fuck you.”

  “You’ve been trying for years, and I’m still not interested.” I grabbed him by the neck and began to squeeze. “Game over, you son of a bitch. The city is mine now.”

  “You can’t handle the darkness, Kerstrande. It will take over, and you will kill your beloved pop star yourself.”

  “In case you haven’t noticed, Gene is pretty good at taking care of himself. Since he flambéed you and all.” I scraped at the flaking skin on his chest, which had him shrieking.

  He sucked in deep breaths. “Michael should never have asked me to change you.”

  “Don’t blame this on Michael.” We’d been childhood friends, best friends. Probably much like Gene and Rob had been at one time. But just like them, we’d gone our separate ways, grown as different individuals who didn’t share the same goals. Michael had become the killer Hane always wanted him to be, but I never had.

  “He wanted you with him always. You were like his big brother, his mentor, but you were going to throw it all away. Die so others wouldn’t have to. But we all die in the end.”

  “We don’t need to kill, Hane. That’s what you never got. It wasn’t about the death. It was all about the blood.” Even now it was about the blood. Mine. Genesis’s. And Hane’s. Yeah, I’d need his blood to take over the city.

  “You’ve wanted to die for years. Have been killing yourself slowly for years.”

  “I’m okay with dying. It’s living that’s a bitch.”

  To Be Continued….

  About the Author

  SAM KADENCE has always dreamed about being someone else, somewhere else. With very little musical talent, Sam decided the only way to make those dreams come true was to try everything from cosplay at the local anime conventions to writing novels about pretending to run away to become a musician.

  Sam has a Bachelor's degree in Creative Writing, sells textbooks for a living, enjoys taking photographs of Asian Ball Joint Dolls to te
ll more stories, and has eclectic taste in music from J-pop to rock and country. All of which finds its way into the books eventually.

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  Table of Contents

  Title page

  Copyright

  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

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  About the Author

  Also from Harmony Ink Press

 

 

 


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