by J. C. Diem
Death Conquers
J.C. Diem
Copyright 2014 J.C. Diem
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Dedication
To Carolyn and Hedley. Thank you for your ongoing support and for being such great parents.
Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter Thirty-Three
Chapter Thirty-Four
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Chapter One
Lying on the dirty concrete floor of the murky and unwelcoming mausoleum, misery and guilt warred for supremacy. My willingness to live had come to an end the instant Luc had died, yet I still continued to exist.
Luc had survived for seven centuries before I’d come along and had turned his life upside down. As a justice bringer for the vampire Court, my one true love had been sent to Australia to hunt down my maker and to end his life. Unfortunately, he’d been too late to stop Silvius from turning me and creating the creature that would ultimately bring about the doom of our kind.
You can’t blame yourself for the near extinction of your species, my inner voice said almost timidly. This was all fated to happen and you couldn’t have done anything to change any of it. If that was true, then fate had a lot to answer for. It had put my kin through untold horrors and it had all but wiped out our kind. Worldwide, there were less than forty vampires now, or there had been before I’d retreated into solitude. I couldn’t dredge up the energy or the interest to check whether the numbers had changed or not.
I wasn’t sure how long it had been since I’d returned to the tomb where I’d first been created. After Luc’s remains had disappeared, I’d left France in a fog of despair and loneliness. Breaking down into particle form, I’d allowed myself to drift aimlessly on the winds. Subconsciously, I’d been heading back to my former home city of Brisbane all along.
With Luc gone, there was no more reason for me to continue with my quasi-life so I’d set out to will myself to die. So far, it wasn’t going as well as I’d hoped. Sometimes my body was whole and the rest of the time I degenerated to an inert clump of microscopic particles. Only my misery and guilt remained constant.
At the moment, my body was solid. I’d left my bloodstained clothes behind in France and hadn’t bothered to find anything else to wear. My nakedness was covered by an old blanket that I’d stolen from a dog a long time ago. Any normal vampire would have been shivering while lying on the floor of a dingy mausoleum. Far from normal, I was no longer affected by the cold. It was one of the perks I and my friends had received after spending a few weeks on an alien planet.
Thinking about my friends triggered a new talent that I’d acquired during the time I’d spent in my self-imposed solitary confinement. While my body was determined to remain imprisoned, my mind had plans of its own. Some part of me craved contact with my friends and stubbornly continued to seek them out. My senses returned to France time and again, locating the five remaining vampires who were now more like a family to me.
Little by little, I’d learned to distinguish them from each other. I always seemed to be drawn to Geordie first, perhaps because he cared about me the most. The first time I’d brushed his thoughts with mine had come as a shock. His sorrow was deep and his loneliness was even greater than mine. While he was shattered by Luc’s death, he was even more devastated by my disappearance. I was his best friend, the only person he thought truly understood him and I’d walked away without even saying goodbye.
That first instant of contact with the teen’s mind had opened up a new world for me. I’d spent almost every waking moment since then flitting from mind to mind. I read the thoughts of random humans all around the planet. It was distressing to find so many people contemplating suicide, murder, robbery, rape or causing other types of harm to others. There were many base desires that humans secretly harboured. Maybe I was just drawn to negative thoughts because of my own deep and abiding misery.
After realizing just how much Geordie missed me, I’d tried to avoid spying on my friends. I already felt guilty enough for getting Luc killed and now I’d added their sorrow to my burden. Yet I often found myself hovering near them, close enough to touch if I’d been corporeal.
Having them at the forefront of my thoughts triggered my telepathy again and I felt a prickling sensation at the back of my head. For a time, I fought off the urge to investigate, but I eventually succumbed to temptation and phased into particle form. It was far easier to concentrate when my body had broken down into a substance that was finer than ash.
With my consciousness free to wander, it sought out Geordie and was instantly transported halfway around the world. When my disembodied mind came to a stop, I was amongst my friends once more. I always seemed to sense it when I was the main topic of their conversation. The nanobots that I’d been infused with on Viltar were probably to blame for my new mental powers. They’d changed something in my physiology and now I could teleport my body or send my consciousness anywhere in the world in the blink of an eye.
The trick that I was about to use was one that I’d already had some practice with. I’d learned how to possess my own body parts long ago. Possessing another body was almost as easy. It was impossible to read all five of my friends’ minds at once, so I’d resorted to hijacking the eyes and ears of Geordie. It enabled me to listen in on their conversation without anyone knowing I was there.
Geordie twitched as if he’d been bitten by a horsefly when I entered his mind, but he gave no other indication that he now had someone else watching through his eyes.
“I wish there was some way we could contact Natalie,” Gregor was saying. Around forty in mortal years, his blond hair was longish and his face was classically handsome. Clad in one of his usual tweed suits, he was back to being sophisticated and elegant. He was a far cry from the warrior he’d been forced to become during our stay on Viltar.
“Natalie will return to us when she is ready,” Kokoro said and placed a hand on Gregor’s back. He gave her a sorrowful smile and slid his arm around her waist. A former prophetess, Kokoro’s once white eyes were now the usual black that any vampire over the age of three hundred possessed. She’d regained her eyesight and had lost her visions after feeding from one of our ancient ancestors. The second Viltaran she and my close friends had fed from had given them immortality.
If they were truly immortal then Luc wouldn’t be dead, I reminded myself. While the ot
hers could now heal what would normally be a mortal wound for our kind, it seemed that only I was able to piece myself back together after being blown apart.
“Do you think she would return if she knew about the missing ships?” Igor asked. Kokoro was the oldest of the group at forty thousand years and Igor was next oldest at fifteen thousand. He’d been born in Russia long before it had had a name or any real form of organized civilization. Stoic and gruff, Igor had been the first friend that Luc had made after he’d been thrust into Court life. Igor probably missed Luc as much as I did.
“I am certain that Natalie would come back to us if she was aware of what has been happening around the globe,” Ishida said. “Surely she would be concerned about the disappearances of aquatic life, as well as the humans that have gone missing.” Ishida had only been twelve years old when he’d been turned. Kokoro had been sent a vision that this child would lead their nation through the dark times, namely when I came into being. He’d been the emperor of the Japanese vampire nation for ten thousand years. Then I’d come along and his people had been wiped out, along with most of the European vampires. He’d abdicated his throne while we’d still been on Viltar and it had seemed that we’d never be able to return to Earth. Now that we were back, he no longer had an empire to rule over.
“Don’t bet on it,” Geordie said and instantly drew the attention of everyone. If I’d been in full possession of his body, rather than just a portion of his mind, I would have clapped his hands over his mouth. I hadn’t meant to speak, but I couldn’t take the words back now.
“What do you mean?” Gregor asked. Smarter than anyone that I’d ever met, he was instantly suspicious of the teen.
Normally, Geordie was my staunchest supporter. It was a surprise to everyone that he wasn’t automatically backing me this time. Of course, it wasn’t really Geordie talking, but they didn’t know that, yet. “Maybe she’s tired of coming to the rescue all the time,” I forced Geordie to say. “Maybe she doesn’t give a crap about missing fish and wishes every last human on the planet would just die.” I released his vocal cords and the adolescent echoed my earlier thought and clapped a hand over his mouth.
Gregor stared at Geordie in astonishment for a second then his gaze sharpened. “Natalie? Is that you?” He didn’t wait for an answer, having jumped to the correct conclusion that I was indeed amongst them. “This is more than the mere disappearance of a few fish and humans. Something has been sucking all life out of the oceans, seemingly all around the globe. Whatever it is, it’s getting closer to civilization. Only a few ships are missing at the moment but I fear the number will increase soon.”
His tone was urgent but, again, I couldn’t dredge up the energy to care. I borrowed Geordie’s vocal cords once more. “So? After what they did to Luc, all humans can burn in hell for all I care.”
The teen spoke of his own volition when I was finished. “General Sanderson was the one who killed Luc,” he reminded me. “You had your revenge on him.” And what a revenge it had been. I’d warned the soldier what would happen if he harmed any of my people. He’d deserved to have his intestines yanked out through his mouth and I didn’t feel one iota of guilt about that. “You cannot blame all humans for taking Luc from us, Nat,” Geordie said gently.
Reminded again that I wasn’t the only one who was missing Luc, I could sense that their grief hadn’t lessened much while I’d been gone.
“Can you at least send out your senses and tell us what this new threat is?” Ishida asked. His disappointment in my decision to abandon them was obvious. I didn’t need to delve into his thoughts to know that I’d let him down.
“No,” I said through Geordie’s mouth. I could, but I wouldn’t.
“Why not?” Kokoro asked.
“Because, I just don’t care.”
Gregor opened his mouth to say something then changed his mind. “Go ahead and say it,” I told him.
Dark eyes sorrowful, he stared through Geordie and into me. “I do not think that you will have a choice. Fate has been in control of you from the moment you were born. It engineered your transformation into Mortis and it will continue to control you until it is finished with you.”
I lifted Geordie’s upper lip at the mention of the unknown entity that we referred to as fate. “Fate made a grave mistake when it killed Luc. It took the person I love the most away from me and I won’t be jumping through any more hoops for it now.”
“Are you absolutely sure that Lucentio is dead?” Kokoro queried.
I nodded Geordie’s head. “After you all left, I eventually fell asleep. When I woke up, Luc’s bits and pieces were gone and I couldn’t sense him anywhere in the area.”
Igor and Gregor shared a glance. “How hard did you try to find him?” the Russian asked.
I realized this was just another ploy to try to get me to discover what was behind the mysterious fish disappearances. “Luc is gone, Igor.” He flinched at Geordie’s uncharacteristically steely tone. “Even if he’d managed to move himself while in that condition, he couldn’t have gotten far. He wasn’t anywhere in France when I tried to sense him and there’s no point searching the globe for him now.” I’d come to terms with the fact that my one true love was gone and I wished the others would as well.
“But, if Lucentio is truly dead, then his remains wouldn’t have simply disappeared. They would have broken down into slush,” Ishida pointed out.
“Maybe that won’t happen to us seven. The Viltaran blood might have changed more about us than we realize,” I responded. We had no way of knowing just how much my six friends had changed. Even Gregor had to concede that I might be right about this and he gave me a grudging nod.
Wresting control of his voice back, Geordie sent me a plea that lanced its way across the planet and directly through my disembodied heart. “Come home to us, chérie. We need you.”
Again, I shook his head. “You’re safer without me around. I’ll just end up getting you all turned into minced meat.”
Before anyone could protest, I detached myself from Geordie’s brain and returned to the mausoleum. I’d listened in on many of their meetings, but that had been the first time that I’d given my presence away. I missed my friends, but it had been a mistake to visit them. It was one that I wouldn’t make again.
My self-imposed penance for causing Luc’s death was to spend the rest of eternity alone. I’d forfeited my right for happiness the moment General Sanderson’s bullets had thumped home into my beloved’s flesh. My remaining friends were safe, now that I was no longer with them. Hopefully, they would remain safe with me gone.
Apart from my few undead friends, I had no other ties to the world that I was turning my back on. The next time I felt the prickling sensation in the back of my mind, I ignored it and worked harder to will myself into nothingness.
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Chapter Two
Early on in my lonely exile, I’d learned that it was possible to dream even while my body was the consistency of dust motes. I dreamed about everything that had happened to me since I’d been transformed into a member of the exclusive undead club. Most of the memories were unpleasant and some events I’d have been happy to forget altogether. The only bright memories in the endless barrage of death, dismemberment and treachery were of Luc and my other close friends.
Drifting aimlessly, my restless mind settled on the time that I’d accidentally bitten Luc. Usually, drinking another vampire’s blood meant instant death for us. Being Mortis, the rules didn’t apply to me. Instead of dying, I’d been infused with Luc’s memories. Like me, his life as a blood sucker hadn’t been all sweetness and light.
Luc had been turned by the Comtesse, one of the nine rulers of the European vampire Council. I’d nicknamed her ‘the praying mantis’ due to her wide-set, soulless eyes and general unpleasantness. Luc had become her newest toy and she’d used him as sexual entertainment for the female members of the Court. It was a role that he’d been forced to endure for four long centuries. He’
d hidden his distaste at being used from everyone, including his own master. If they’d known just how much he’d despised consorting with them, they’d have tormented him more often.
Crafty as well as evil, the Comtesse had created over a thousand servants. It was against the rules for a Councillor to have more than twenty lackeys, but she’d pulled it off by ordering her other servants to pose as each new fledgling’s true masters. Lady Monique, Luc’s pretend master, was killed for committing treason. Upon her death, he’d been elevated to the position of a Lord of the Court. With the title had come the power to choose who he would bed. For three centuries, he’d chosen to bed no one.
“Then I met you,” a familiar voice said with a hint of amusement.
Being disembodied, I heard the words in my mind rather than with my ears. It should have worried me that I hallucinated Luc from time to time. Instead, I just felt devastated that he was gone. I conjured a mental smile for my dead beloved, who now existed only in my imagination. “Remember the time you tied the sacks to my hands with my shoe laces while I was asleep?” My flesh hunger had been new and difficult to control back then. Luc had sacrificed his body more than once to satiate my needs.
He gave a husky, sheepish laugh. “I was afraid that I would burn to death from your holy marks.”
“I was so new back then that I didn’t even know how to use them.”
“You learned how to use your gifts quickly enough, Ladybug.”
Wrinkling my non-existent nose at the nickname, I tried not to give into the despair and sense of aloneness that were threatening to overwhelm me. “Being Mortis is a curse, not a gift,” I argued. “I’ve inflicted death on our whole species.”
“Yet you saved the human race three times. You are a heroine.”
I would have rolled my eyes if they’d actually been solid. “Like I told the others, the humans could all die tomorrow and I wouldn’t give a crap.” I’d been one of them, before I’d become the undead, and I knew firsthand that a lot of them weren’t worth saving.