The Blood Bundle, Books 1-2: Blood Singers and Blood Song (New Adult Paranormal Vampire/Shifter Romance)

by Tamara Rose Blodgett

  They were immortal in some cases. Julia had not asked the burning question. The one that had trembled on her lips.

  Was she?

  Would she live forever?

  It still seemed surreal to Julia. She kept going back in a mental circle to her last point of reference of a year ago. When the biggest plan was getting married to her high school sweetheart. Now paranormal powers? Vampires... werewolves. The enormity of it all was overwhelming. If the reality wasn't staring her in the face, she'd believe she was crazy.

  Her skin began to crawl, prickling.

  Julia jerked her head up and met the stare of a female vampire in the reflection a heartbeat before she struck, her fangs sinking into Julia's shoulder, the tips meeting her collarbone. She cried out, the pain more than even the claws had been.

  “Hold her, Edna,” a male voice said casually.

  It burned like liquid fire. Acid in her flesh.

  Julia was trying to scream around the fangs but with bulging eyes she saw the male that walked toward her, the scream dying in a mouth that had become dry with fear.

  He had been one of the males in the group of “choices.”

  Julia crossed him off the list, she decided wildly, on the verge of hysteria.

  “The female doesn't want you, fragile human. She hates you,” he said, his eyes liquid pools of silver, reflecting like dull nickels. Those eyes tried to suck her under but Julia felt the pull slide off harmlessly.

  “Thrall will not work, dolt,” another male said, meeting her eyes in the mirror. Julia saw that the bloodied wound was leaking into the bodice of her tangerine dress, turning it red. An evil sunset bloomed on the gauzy fabric.

  The other male's eyes widened and he bent over her shoulder, lapping at the blood like a cat with cream. “Ahh,” he crooned. Lap, suck, gulp. Julia watched as the male's throat convulsed, licking at her skin while the other one watched. “Her blood is exquisite. I have never tasted the likes of it,” his eyes rolled to meet hers in the reflection, a silver so light they looked glacial.

  They were going to take Julia's blood where she stood. Edna the vampire anchoring her throbbing shoulder to force her placement.

  They would feed.

  The other male moved in, eyeing her throat as if mesmerized, his body one tight line of tension.

  Julia became desperate. She had next to no training, having about bashed Claire's brains in the other day in a reaction so pure, so unexpected they'd been pacing themselves since. Panicked, Julia tried to remember what it felt like to engage that telekinetic ability. It was so new to her she didn't even know where to begin. Especially with her heart in her throat from sheer terror. Julia felt disjointed and lacking the cognitive reasoning for finesse.

  When the vampire that licked at her met her eyes Julia let all her bottled up rage and emotions, out. Focusing them like a spear. The hell with finesse.

  Choke, she thought with a mental shove.

  She launched a counter strike at vamp number one. When he staggered back, blood spewing out of his mouth, she turned her attention to number two. Feeling an elemental push which echoed the other, Julia used that seething momentum and blasted the neck-biter when he would have sunk fangs into her erratically beating pulse.

  She saved herself by seconds, his head having reared back, twin spiked fangs that shone like creamy pearls, prepared for the strike.

  The female latched onto her shoulder harder. Julia's arm went numb to the wrist and she couldn't suppress a whimper as the female gave Julia a smile around the fangs that were buried in the flesh of her shoulder.

  There was a commotion outside and the door slammed open.

  William’s frantic eyes met hers and in a moment of profound weakness, blood covering her upper body, the loss of it more than she could adequately fight, Julia whispered, “Help me.”

  *

  William

  William looked around for Julia. Ah... there she went, stalking off to mope in the restroom. He sighed. He told himself for the hundredth time that she was but an infant. Still, her behavior took some getting used to. She did not see William as the protector he was. If she would but allow it, he thought, clenching his jaw.

  He looked a moment longer to make sure that Clarence was a discreet distance from the restroom and went back to his conversation with Gabriel.

  “Give her time, William,” the coven leader said.

  “I have watched her this past year. I fear she cares not for her own life. She still mourns the husband who is no longer.” Just saying those words made William angry. He determined to speak his mind to Gabriel, “I think she uses his death as a crutch. He has been gone for one year past. She has been told the facts of his death. The Were delivered the death blow. Not vampire. She would not have been allowed the union in any event. Two Blood Singers together!” His expression mirrored Gabriel's.

  Ridiculous.

  Gabriel nodded in agreement. There could not be inbreeding amongst Singers, because of the negative impact on the blood quantum. And more importantly, to waste a Rare One in that way? Squander. Not during his reign.

  He clapped William on the back. “She will understand more as time goes on. Julia will come to understand that she is too rare a jewel to wander about, taking her chances in the outside world. It is here that is her destiny. Here is her safety. Also,” he looked into William's eyes, “now that her adolescence is upon her, every Were and vampire from here to the ends of the earth would smell it on her. Her childhood afforded her some protection. No longer.” Gabriel made a severe cutting gesture with his hand at the exact moment that William felt pain pierce the highest area of his shoulder.

  He stood so quickly the chair that he had sat upon turned over and fell, the wood hitting the cobblestone floor with a resounding crack, echoing in the space.

  William met the eyes of his fellow vampire, their faces without expression. He whipped his head in the direction of the restroom.

  A lone foot could be seen sticking out of the dark corridor.

  Clarence’s.

  Julia was no longer under guard.

  William sprinted in a burst of speed that made its own breeze, lifting the tablecloth that held the crystal and blood.

  He burst through the door, the wooden frame bending under the force of the swing.

  He was greeted by Julia's whiskey-colored eyes, strained and wide in her paling face. William was struck by the tears that streamed down her cheeks.

  Julia was unaware she was crying, her fear outweighing enlightenment.

  William's eyes fell first on Edna, a viperous female. Then found the two that would have vied for the position of mate to Julia.

  Two less contenders, William thought, before he picked the head off the interloper who had his fangs bared before Julia’s exposed throat, venom for the change dripping off them as he prepared to strike.

  The moment seemed to pause, Julia looking into his eyes with what he had longed for, had been beyond hoping for.

  Fear filled their depth... and longing. She wanted him. In that moment, she gave in to the blood bond between them and her terror made her raw to it.

  He answered with a look that took mere seconds to convey.

  It was her voice though, her voice that struck his soul like a bell which chimed.

  “Help me,” she gasped out, her eyes deep pools of drowning amber.

  He did not hesitate.

  William punched his right hand into the back of Edna, talons extended. In gasping from the entry wounds, she inadvertently released her fangs from Julia's shoulder. Julia slid to the floor, using the pathway of the female vampire like a helpmate, her hands grasping along the female's gown.

  Julia rolled over on her back, the blood from the wound running backward, pooling in the hollow of her collarbone and dripping to the floor where her burnished red hair lay like a fan atop the stone.

  William hesitated, hating to kill a female of the vampire, but she had proved to be without scruples. He tore his talons from her back
and she fell to his feet, gasping, all five having punctured her lungs in a most grievous manner.

  William let Edna lay on the stone floor like a gasping fish. Turning his attention to the vampire that had hands around his throat in the universal choking gesture.

  What was this?

  He was choking on the blood he had consumed.

  He swung his gaze to Julia, the fragrant smell of her blood filling the space, making William almost light-headed with blood lust, his throat tightening painfully.

  And he was a quarter Singer.

  The others would never be able to abstain from her as she lay vulnerable and bleeding.

  There would be a blood riot.

  The evidence of such lay at his feet. The vampire he had beheaded, laying as a pile of ash and blood was the eighth slayed.

  Never having been exposed to a Rare One they were virtually helpless before the song for her blood.

  William turned at the noise at the door, simultaneously moving toward where Julia lay.

  The vampire moved as a unit, talons extended, fangs sprung free of their houses of flesh.

  They came to where the delectable smell of fresh blood was released. A quality without compare. It was as if a thousand year old bottle of wine lay breathing.

  On a cold stone floor mere paces away from consumption.

  William leaped in front of the Julia just as the first vampire would have been upon her.

  *

  Julia

  Julia looked up and saw a monster, fangs the size of her pinky fingers, dripping a clear fluid tinged with red, talons as long as her forearms standing at deadly attention.

  And then like small swords they began to slice whoever drew near.

  Their motion in a blur of darkness, too fast for her to follow, Julia became aware of moisture falling on her bare skin like rain.

  She opened her eyes and a head fell beside her shoulder with a meaty thump. The dead eyes, once gray, turned into a collapsing wall of flesh and bone. As she looked on in horror, it began to disintegrate into a mass of ash.

  It was the eyes she'd never forget.

  Or the creature William had become, fighting the vampires that would have killed her.

  They came, one after another, as blood drenched her gown and she lay helplessly at his feet.

  William slashed and stabbed as injuries were rained down on him and then five overcame him. Julia whimpered, having never envisioned herself dying this way.

  At that moment, Julia realized she wanted to live.

  Had always wanted to live.

  Her eyes met Williams, pleading.

  She knew she didn't deserve his help.

  But she was sorry. In that moment she didn't want this life, this existence.

  Nevertheless, he was dying to defend her.

  William was overcome. He had dispatched fifteen, losing all hope of the guards helping him through the crowd of rabid vampire overrun with blood lust.

  The higher functioning of their cerebral cortex was gone.

  When the five overcame him, he saw Julia torn from beneath his feet by two fanged brethren, one held her as the other prepared to strike, losing his grip twice, her body slick with the blood of the massacred.

  She was weak as a kitten, any fool could see, her wound not closing up. The blood clotting properties of the vampire saliva was not working.

  Of course, Edna would have not used hers willingly. Julia was bleeding out.

  William struggled against the vampire, beyond reason and rationale when he heard her soft whimper like a plea.

  Bereft.

  Hopeless.

  Her eyes met his again, the blood bond reverberating in his body, pressing him to take action beyond his capabilities.

  William did, smashing two of the vampires' heads together hard enough for their brains to splatter against the inside of their skulls and leak out their ears. He threw himself on his feet and launched to Julia's side in a fluid gymnastic movement, his fist punching out as he did.

  The vampire who had fangs a millimeter away from her throat, lost them from the impact of William’s fist even as his talons swung to take the head of the one that restrained her.

  *

  Julia

  Julia saw William come. A shaky exhale escaped as she lay in the arms of one vampire while the other prepared to chew her throat out.

  The one that held her dumped her head on the floor so hard she saw lights twinkle above her.

  And then William was there.

  Their heads fell on either side of her body and heat suffused her. Julia knew she would pass out and had but moments to express herself.

  William crouched above her protectively and she raised her arm, weakly. She clutched onto his clothing.

  He glanced at her then away, prepared for the next onslaught.

  She tugged again.

  “Julia, lay still. You have lost much blood.”

  “Thank you,” she whispered on her final breath. Her vision dimmed to a pinpoint.

  The last coherent image was William.

  A face she didn't hate anymore.

  His mouth moved but she couldn't hear him, an enveloping softness encased her as she floated away.

  Like dandelion seed on the wind.

  Julia slept in a pool of her own blood.

  And that of others.

  Many others.

  CHAPTER 18

  The Den of the Were

  one month later

  “Do you see her?” Joseph asked impatiently.

  “Yes,” Tony responded, dropping the night vision binoculars.

  “It is easy to make her out, Joseph. She is so much smaller than the blood drinkers.”

  Right. Joseph knew that. But his anxiety was full-tilt. It had been a month since their orders from Lawrence to execute reconnaissance on the vampire kiss. They had.

  It had been troubling to smell injuries on the Rare One.

  When they had first begun their covert stake out, they could smell fresh wounds. They were concentrated on the female, but also one other.

  The vampire that could turn into a raven. He had been injured as well.

  It was only speculation but Joseph felt something terrible had happened within the coven. Something which allowed a freedom that was almost brazen in its regard to her safety.

  Although, they flanked her five deep on either side.

  Joseph was still sticking with the number fifteen.

  Fifteen of his entire soldier contingent should be enough to bring her home.

  The Rare One would assimilate into his den. She would not automatically be his. But he would butcher any Alpha who took challenge.

  Joseph would be victor.

  He must.

  The whelp of the Were must evolve or the race would be lost.

  He squeezed his hands into fists, mourning the moon's shape.

  It was waxing. Two weeks yet until they could bring the change.

  Joseph and Tony watched the small female figure bounce as she ran, the huge blood drinkers watching to the four corners of the earth.

  Joseph growled low in his throat, the vampires unaware. Tony heard and answered.

  It would have been a howl had the moon been full.

  *

  Julia

  Julia's lungs burned. But in a good way. What had started out as nightly walks when the city slept had turned into jogging.

  Now she ran. Her vitality returned incrementally night by night.

  She shuddered, thinking about how her life had almost ended that fateful night on a floor of ancient cobblestone. Built for humans, infiltrated by vampires.

  Claire had to provide blood to save her life. William could not give it.

  The third blood share would have mated her to William. Whether she wanted it or not.

  Forever was a long time to hold a grudge, Julia thought.

  Because that's what it was. She was immortal only if she had blood quantum. Too much blood loss and her life would be gone.
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br />   Julia wasn't sure she believed them. There was no such thing as immortality? Right?

  Then her mind burdened her with the facts of the past year.

  Like the existence of werewolves and vampire. Check. Like that wasn't crazy-as-hell?

  Julia wiped sweat from her brow and glanced at William, who didn't sweat, of course. He never broke stride.

  Neither did the other nine which ran with her.

  Excuse me, jogged. They could run, she could only do what she was doing now. It was hopelessly slow. She was a foot shorter than them.

  “Are you well?” William asked.

  She smiled shyly. He was beyond solicitous. Julia had allowed herself the barest crack in her plan. As she had begun to figure it, with all that time recuperating to help with her decisions, she had two evils. The one she knew and the one she did not. The vampires had come clean (or as clean as they ever would) by explaining to her what her options were. Her alternative of escape seemed so remote. So unsuccessful. Julia couldn't help but feel defeated, beaten down. Her chances of survival if she were to get away would be slim.

  For starters, there was no camouflaging the scent of what she was. That was by far the largest obstacle standing in the way of her freedom. True freedom.

  Secondly, and this was a terrifying prospect, the Were searched for her just as hard as the vampires would. If she did escape, the likelihood of her being reacquired by another coven or den of the Were was high. She literally could not find sanctuary.

  Her heart grieved for Jason. Her pragmatic nature instructed her thought processes. Survival. And it seemed she had many years to survive.