by R D Martin
The Bella Flores Urban Fantasy Collection
R.D. Martin
Contents
An Elemental Witch
Preface
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
A Southern Witch
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
A Bloody Witch
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
Free Offer
A Special Request
About the Author
Preface
He stepped out of the shadows and stared down at people walking below. They didn’t notice him, which was the way he preferred it for now. For thousands of years their numbers had grown until they spread across the globe, pushing boundaries farther than he’d ever imagined possible. They were like ants at a picnic, crawling over all the food, making it inedible. His hand itched to reach down and squeeze them, reveling in their struggle as they tried to fight against death. Something in his center stirred at the thought, radiating warmth in a spot where cold always reined, and it was a challenge to hold himself back. But that would end soon. His servants had found the last sacrifice and were even now taking steps to ensure it fell into his grasp. It was almost time, time for their world to end and make way for his. Then he would crush them until seas turned red with blood.
1
“Coming,” Bella yelled. “I’m coming.”
Setting the newspaper on the table, she stood and, with a last glance at the paper, wound her way through her apartment to the front door. Just as well. The only things in the news anymore were stories of mayhem, murder, and the general downfall of humanity. Publishers even devoted the front page of the paper to another missing child, the second one reported this week.
The pounding from the other side of the door grew more incessant as she approached.
“Okay, okay. I’m here.”
Opening the door, she stumbled back as a woman pushed her way in and brushed her aside.
“Great, you’re home,” the intruder said with a tone implying the audacity of making her wait at the door was a sin.
“He… Heather. Hi. What can I do for you?” The question was perfunctory, and she could have guessed the answer. Even though she was taller than her neighbor, Bella felt shorter than the enormous attitude spilling off the woman. It was high school all over again and she was a geek confronted by the popular girl.
“Oh, Bella.” Heather looked around the apartment. “Can’t you fix this place up? I always feel like I’m walking into my mother’s house when I come over.”
“I’m sorry?” Bella wasn’t sure if it was meant to be an answer or a question, but it seemed to be the only reasonable response. Before she could decide on a more appropriate one, though, like asking her not to come over, she was distracted by the high-pitched voice of her neighbor’s daughter, Samantha.
“Bella!” The warmth in the voice alone was enough to change dealing with her neighbor from a nightmare into merely an annoying chore.
“Hey, Sam,” she said, bending to give the child a hug. Samantha’s presence in the room only meant one thing and, as if on cue, her neighbor dropped the hammer.
“Oh yes. I need you to watch Samantha tonight.”
“I—”
“Here’s her backpack. It has her pajamas and a change for tomorrow. I think she left her toothbrush here last time, too.”
“No, she—”
“Well, never mind. I’m sure you have a spare around. She still needs dinner, but keep her away from carbs. She’s starting to get a bit… Anyway, just make sure she has a salad.”
Bella looked at her neighbor as if the woman had just grown a second head. Did she just call Samantha fat? The girl was eight years old and could hide behind a streetlamp. What was Heather thinking?
“She needs to finish her homework too. She’s got a math test coming up and should study. I know you’re good with that sort of thing.”
Well, yes, Bella thought. That’s because I work for a living and don’t sponge off any guy willing to put up with me for more than a week. Thankfully she caught the words before saying them.
A cough from behind the blonde gave her an excuse to turn away for a second and smother the rising tide of her embarrassment. Standing in the doorway, dressed in enough black leather to make animal rights activists take notice, was a man Bella had never seen. His hair was short and styled in a manner that screamed he spent hours on the just-rolled-out-of-bed look, though the most striking thing about him wasn’t his hair, but rather his eyes. Staring into them, she couldn’t help thinking this was a man used to having women drawn to him. He wasn’t outrageously handsome, not in the way movie stars or models are, but his eyes burned with an intensity that made it hard to look away.
“Ah yeah. This is Ronnie.”
Bella couldn't ignore the subtle giggle in her neighbor’s voice, and for what may have been the first time in her life, the two women were in complete agreement. Heather’s date oozed sex appeal and he knew it.
“Hi,” he said, waving from his perch against the doorframe. Radiating a cool composure only earned by always being the biggest alpha in the room, he held Bella’s gaze for a moment before turning back to his date. “Babe, we’ve got to get going if we don’t want to miss the first set.” His tone said they would not be missing it.
“All right, Ronnie. We’re going.” Turning back to Bella, she pushed everything she had into her arms. “He’s taking me to Ten Three Eight!” Heather almost squealed with excitement. It was one of the newest hot spots in the city, difficult for even celebrities to get in to.
A whirlwind of instructions fast enough to forestall any objections followed suit, and before Bella knew it, the door of her apartment slammed shut.
“You know,” came a small voice from the kitchen. Bella turned to see the child licking a Popsicle stick as though there were still some sugary goodness on it. “You should stand up for yourself more. People are gonna walk all over you if you don’t.” There was a pause as Samantha examined the stick before dropping it in the trash. Turning, the girl pulled open the freezer and bent over the drawer, eying its contents. “Have any more Popsicles?”
Wandering into the kitchen, Bella watched the child rummage through her cabinets and smiled. She’d always wanted to be a mother, but it never seemed to be the right time. Besides, she'd have to date first, and as much as it pained her to admit, her dating life sucked. When her last boyfriend walked out, he'd left behind a broken heart, a mountain of bills, and an empty bank account. Not an experience she wanted again soon.
A squeal from Samantha brought her back to the present. Samantha had pulled a chair up to the counter and climbed on so she could reach the upper cabinets. Standing on the chair, the child shrieked and her arms cartwheeled wildly as she tried dodging something leaping out over her head. Her little hands snatched at the edge of the cabinet, barely slowing her fall as her feet slipped beneath her. The loud thump of something slamming into the opposite wall and sliding down matched Samantha’s as she bounced on the tile floor, rolling to a stop against the fridge. When the girl giggled, Bella released the strangled breath she’d been holding. Since the girl was fine, she turned her attention to the intruder…
Almost human in shape, the creature had dark gray skin with off-white splotches, making it perfect for hiding in shadows. Hair covered its head and back in broken patches like mange on a dog. Approaching it, her eyes began to water. As a child, she had visited an old woman with too many cats. The woman's home was thick with the smell of overflowing cat boxes, piles of dirty laundry, and unwashed animals. The miasma wafting from the creature on her floor now was so foul it made the memory seem like a spring day.
Pushing herself up from the floor, Samantha held her nose against the stench as she walked over and poked it with the toe of her shoe.
“What is it?” she asked, stepping away from the thing as it moaned on the floor. In any other home, people would freak out at the doll-sized creature drooling on their kitchen tile. But for Bella, and to a certain extent Samantha, this was just a normal Thursday night.
“It’s a troll,” Bella replied, shaking her head to clear it. Troll stench was powerful and hung around long after the creature left, like it had a mind of its own. It was a popular myth trolls were stupid, hulking brutes, dragging clubs behind them. The only thing the myths got right was their stupidity. Trolls came in a variety of shapes and sizes, though the vast majority of them were under two feet tall. The small ones were scavengers, living off the scraps of larger creatures. One of the more remarkable survival traits of trolls was their ability to travel through shadows. Not having to deal with pesky obstacles like walls and doors meant they made perfect little thieves.
The first thing Bella did after moving in here was place wards around the apartment to keep out trolls, shifters, Hobbs, wights, and all the other nasty little supernatural creatures attracted to big cities. Closing her eyes, she cast her mind out, checking on her spells and nets. Finding nothing wrong, no holes or tears in the magic, meant the troll could only have entered her apartment if someone, or something, let it in.
“Sam. Go wake Cat,” she told the child, pointing to a room down the hall. Samantha turned and skipped away. A few moments passed before she returned, though this time she held a large black cat in her arms. Setting it on the floor, she stepped back with a flourish and a giggle. The cat did not appear to find the situation funny in the slightest, as it turned and gave the child a disapproving huff.
“Oh, enough. Did you do this?” she asked as she pointed to the trembling heap of troll on the floor.
The animal stood and, in the way only cats can, sauntered around the humans and jumped on the counter. Staring down at the troll, it shook its head.
The cat made a sound somewhere between a hiss and a cough. "I’m surprised at you, Bella. Killing a harmless troll like that. You’re supposed to be a good witch. When did you switch to dark magic? Never mind. You know, I never thought it possible, but I’m starting to develop some small fraction of respect for you. Well done." The cat’s face broke into a wide grin.
“I didn’t kill it,” she said. Trust her familiar to look on the dark side of any situation.
“Oh,” it replied, doing nothing to hide the disappointment in its voice. “Well then. Forget the bit about respecting you. I still don’t.”
“For heaven’s sake, Cat—”
“And I’ll thank you to refer to me by my proper name, Felix Labarde Jupiter Ramiro de Lepta III, if you please.” As it gave each word of its name, the cat straightened as though reciting a title belonging to a noble family.
“I’ve called you Cat since I was eleven.” It was true. Bella had received her familiar as a gift on her birthday in a box tied with a red ribbon. Inside, the cutest little kitten stared up at her and mewed, begging for food, affection, or both. Unable to decide on a name, she’d settled for just calling it Cat. Had she known the headaches the animal would cause her later, she might have given it an altogether different one. Something more in tune with its true nature, like maybe Demon.
She couldn't complain. They gave all children in magical families familiars at the first signs of puberty. Familiars, like her cat, played an important role in both developing powers and keeping the young witch from hurting herself or others. They were sponges of a sort, absorbing the wild magic their owner unleashed. The time spent absorbing raw energy would give it the ability to speak, some limited magic powers of its own, and a life as long as its person.
A familiar’s attitude was all their own, though. Bella owned Cat for almost three years before it spoke to her. The possibility she didn't have any magic worried her father, but the animal had a good reason for not speaking earlier. It just didn’t want to.
“Yes, and I’ve been asking you since to call me by my full name.”
“Every time you say your name, it gets longer. Why is that? I wonder. And when did ‘Jupiter’ get added into it?”
“The ways of cats are inscrutable, unknowable to mere humans like you and beyond the understanding of all but the highest of beings.”
“And by highest of beings, you mean other cats, right?”
“Of course. What other being could be more important in this universe than a cat?”
She raised her hand to tick off a list of beings, starting with earthworms and mice, when Samantha's shout interrupted.
“It moved,” the girl said, pointing at the troll.
All eyes turned toward the intruder, still reeling from its unexpected impact with the wall, as it struggled to push itself up. Finally standing upright, it staggered around like a drunk after last call before managing to see the assembled woman, girl, and cat. Freezing in place, it stared at the small group. Trolls, stupid as they were, had two modes of thought when dealing with other creatures. Fight or run away. As it bared its pointed teeth, its decision was clear.
“Okay,” Bella said, doing her best to keep her voice light and steady. “Let’s keep calm here.” Raising her hands to show the creature she meant no harm, she lowered herself to her knees, hoping to seem less intimidating.
Inching forward, bracing for both the possibility of the creature attacking and its overpowering stench, she drew near. The creature appeared to be calming down, or at least a little less likely to attack, so she held out her left palm like she would for a dog. If she could keep it calm long enough, they might stand a chance of getting rid of it with minimal damage.
“That’s it. You’re okay. See? We’re all friends here.”
Her voice was light, her manner nonthreatening, and most important, at least from the troll’s point of view, she hadn’t tried to kill it. For a troll, that was as good as being best friends. His impr
ession of the situation changed, however, when the cat jumped from the counter, shouting, "That’s it, Bella. Get him."
What ensued would have been tragic if it hadn’t been so comedic. The troll, deciding flight was a better option than fight, jumped, its powerful legs propelling it in a trajectory meant to take it up and over her. Unfortunately, her familiar's cry startled her too, making her bolt upright. Rather than making the leap over her, the troll now found itself atop her head. Not knowing what else to do, it grabbed her hair and held on for all it was worth.
As the creature pulled hair from her scalp, she began flailing about to dislodge it. The troll’s grip tightened, and it soon became plain there was no way to remove the unwashed parasite from her hair without losing most of it. Laughter rang through the kitchen as Samantha howled in pleasure at what was, to her young mind, the funniest sight imaginable. Even Cat seemed to be taking perverse enjoyment from the situation as he sat back and watched, an unmistakable grin splitting his feline features.