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

by Tamara Rose Blodgett

  She'd been off a million miles away and finally answered William, “Yes, I”m fine.”

  He looked at the others and gave a command outside the decibel range of human hearing.

  He took her by the elbow and they slowed.

  She still felt slightly weak, but nothing like when they had taken the first, shuffling steps into the outside air. The smell of it had been cloying, foul.

  And rich and wonderful.

  Freedom had a smell and Julia breathed deeply of it.

  So long she'd been underground, held captive in the original thirty-one blocks of Seattle's great city. While the cattle walked overhead, their predators lived underneath their feet.

  Julia remembered what Claire had told her over a month ago.

  Julia came awake and met Claire's stare, her eyes steady on Julia's face.

  She had never felt as weak as she did now. Not when she had refused to eat for months, when she had to be bathed like a baby by Susan.

  She felt cold to her marrow.

  “You've lost a tremendous amount of blood from the attack,” Claire said in her calm way.

  Julia looked at her, willing her lips to move, but they didn't cooperate.

  Claire smiled and stood. She brought a cup with a bendy straw in it.

  As Julia sucked on the plastic tube, cool, clean water saturated her mouth and tongue, swollen from lack of use and circulation anomalies.

  Finally, when she'd had her fill she asked Claire, “What happened?”

  Claire looked away for a moment, a blush of pink lighting on her cheekbones, her skin as fair as Julia's. Julia realized she was embarrassed.

  “Things got out of hand. A few of the contenders... could not control their blood lust.” She looked at Julia, who returned the stare without expression, willing her silently to go on. After a pause, she did. “We did not foresee it. But, they were quite premeditated. Gabriel and I,” Julia huffed at the leader's name, immediately begrudging his authority. As Julia saw it, he had no authority over her. After all, he was nothing more than a glorified kidnapper, using the weapons at his disposal to manipulate the vampire outcome.

  For their benefit, she thought sourly, not hers. His weapons of choice... the vampire of course.

  Claire continued through Julia's insolence as if it didn't exist, “... thought there'd be sufficient protection because of their Singer lineage but it wasn't enough.” Claire looked at the hands that were wringing themselves in her lap. When her eyes met Julia's she saw they were glistening, the tears held there unshed. “There are so few vampire that are capable of breeding with a Rare One.” She gulped and struggled forward, “Now there are fewer.”

  So what? Julia thought. It's not like those were such great guys that had assaulted her? Whatever. She said as much to Claire and she nodded reluctantly.

  “We know this now. It had been centuries since a female Rare One had entered the coven for this purpose. We didn't anticipate the pull...”

  Julia crossed her arms again as she looked up at the shadows that passed across the glass skylight of her room. Why was sunlight allowed to penetrate their lair if it were such a problem?

  Claire followed her gaze, smiling. “We have our technologies.”

  Julia's brow cocked in question.

  Claire gave a little shrug. “They cannot live outside the confines of this space during the day. But, we have one that formulated a chemical wash for the glass...” she threw a palm in the direction of the only window that Julia had.

  “So...” Julia's sudden realization of what the shadows were struck her almost dumb.

  Almost.

  “Those are people? They are walking over our heads?” she asked incredulously.

  Claire nodded. “They do not know of our existence. It is like being hidden in plain sight. You understand this concept, no?”

  Julia did. She had a babysitter before her parents were killed that would hide everyday objects in plain sight. Julia remembered at one point she'd hidden a sewing thimble on the top of an old TV antenna and it'd been an hour before she'd spied it. Metal on metal, almost invisible.

  She couldn't suppress a small smile at the memory, nodding at Claire.

  Claire returned the smile, not knowing its origin but happy for its appearance.

  “It affords the kiss the greatest protection.”

  Julia looked at the shadowed feet, crossing the glass, a foot's separation between their life and death. They never knew.

  Julia shivered.

  “The solution blocks the UV rays.”

  “Couldn't that clever guy make a sunblock or something?” Julia asked, a little bit of snark creeping into her tone.

  Claire's smile faded. “That was unsuccessful.”

  Julia didn't press but judging by the expression on her face, there'd been a few vampire-torches.

  Julia withheld her smile. An image of William on fire came to her mind. Just a few days ago, that visual might have given her a lot of satisfaction. Now... her heart had shifted. And while she did not hate him any more, she wasn't sure what she felt. She thought of flying over the meadow, leaving the Were that had attacked her behind, the claws bound to her shoulders like excruciating hooks. His fierce expression as he fought the vampires that would have bled her dry.

  Julia was ashamed. He was what he was, a freak of biology. As she was. Jason was gone.

  Forever.

  It was in that moment that Julia decided for neutrality with William. He had not shown her harm. On the contrary, he had shown much more.

  What it was made her uncomfortable. That couldn't be held against him.

  Her discomfort.

  In the end, William had been right. Jason had been killed by the Were. Not vampire.

  Julia sighed, looking once more above her head.

  The cattle moved across their concrete pasture.

  Unaware of the vampires below.

  *

  the present

  William smiled down at Julia. Cautious hope took hold of his soul. If a vampire had such.

  She looked infinitely better than after the attack. He was right as rain in less than a fore-night. But Julia's tenuous situation was held in the fragile balance of the twilight of death. It took much to kill a Rare One. But the two that may have been in the race for betrothal ruined it by hurting her.

  Forget that notion, William thought. Killing her. They almost killed her. He could hardly bear to think upon it. He had already claimed Julia in his heart. He had not the right. But love chose its own pathway, mindless of the change.

  Love hath no master.

  He took in her lush mouth, the pulse that beat at the hollow of her throat more attractive than any show of flesh could ever have been. He swallowed, reining in his emotions. He'd had two centuries to perfect his lack of expression.

  William found that a year and some days with Julia had undone it all. The careful procedure of schooling one's expression in the way of the vampire, lost. He thought it might never be regained.

  His heart seized with instant panic as a scent wafted through the night air.

  In an instant, he pulled Julia against him, scenting their surroundings, her water bottle hitting the ground with a false thud, the water leaking out over the black pavement like a crystal well.

  Broken.

  *

  Julia

  Julia's heart slammed into her ribcage, William’s hands wrapped around her arms like steel bands, cool against her fevered skin, still warm from the run.

  “What is it?” Julia asked.

  Pierce lifted his nose to the air. “Wolves, William?”

  “I do not know. But,” he looked at the nine that were gathered together, his eyes glittering in the weakness of the lights that illuminated the street where they stood, “it is the only moment of my existence wherein I wish for their sense of smell.”

  There was uneasy laughter even as the vampires looked around them for the perceived danger. A few tense moments passed and William's shoulders
finally dropped into a more relaxed posture.

  “Well?” another vampire asked, Robert, Julia remembered.

  William shrugged, his eyes tight. “I do not know what it was, but I very much wish to head back.”

  They agreed but Julia protested, “They would never think to find me here.”

  William looked down at her, his face cut marble in the whitish blue light of the streetlamp. “It is that mentality that will hasten your taking from our kiss. We do not underestimate the dogs. Their passion makes them dangerous.” He looked into her eyes then elaborated, “Sometimes I will have a moment of...” William deliberated on his wording. Finally settling on, “intuition.”

  Julia looked at him. “Is that because of the Singer blood?”

  He nodded. “The shifting to raven is the single most powerful element I gained from my genetics. Sometimes, although it is not always trustworthy, the moments of intuition have made me a better fighter.”

  “How?” Julia asked, allowing herself to be tugged along as they made their way back to the underground city.

  “Instinctive.”

  “You fight with... training or...?”

  He glanced her way then looked around again, still slightly tense. “I use what has been given to me. I know because of my Singer heritage that I can shift to raven form and sometimes I anticipate.”

  Julia had to ask, with nine other sets of vampire ears to the ground, honing in on her words she forged ahead, “Anticipate what?”

  He stopped, looking down at her for a moment. His gaze uncomfortably intense, he answered, “Danger.”

  Oh, she looked around as well, sensing nothing.

  “Let us be gone from this place.”

  And they left.

  None of them saw the Were who tailed them discreetly.

  The Were's sense of smell allowing a great distance to be maintained while still triangulating the vampire position.

  The Were came upon the plastic bottle that had been dumped.

  It was too perfect to believe. The vampires had been sloppy by allowing anything she touched to be discarded by any means other than fire.

  Of course, vampires did not like fire. A grim smile overcame his face.

  He reached to pick up the discarded bottle, scenting it for the Rare One.

  Julia Caldwell's scent floated around the mouth of the bottle like the most exquisite fragrance imaginable. He held the bottle triumphantly while motioning with his hand for the four other Were to gather round him.

  They did, each scenting the bottle. Familiarizing themselves with her smell.

  The scent of the Rare One. The Mistress even over the moon.

  As her unique signature filled their flared nostrils, five pairs of eyes spun to gold in faces that were no longer quite human.

  Joseph brought his face up to gaze at the moon. Its mocking form half gone to full.

  As small yips of excitement broke out in the circle of men, the tone changed to a quality that caused the pigeons to flee their roosts.

  The noise caused the fear and flight reaction as surely as a primal alarm going off.

  The Were returned to their den.

  An empty bottle as so much trash, carried in the fist of the Alpha.

  Joseph clutched it tighter as he ran.

  CHAPTER 19

  two weeks later

  Julia stretched until every vertebrae cooperated by popping. Ah... so much better. She wasn't happy, yet. But for the first time since Jason's death she felt a form of contentment. She was sure it had a lot to do with the daily runs. Her body was knitting itself stronger each day and she was thankful.

  William had not pressed his advantage when it would have been easy to and Julia had noticed.

  William and she had lunch together each day now. Actually, she ate lunch and he drank blood. It was an uneasy alliance but he had to receive nourishment too. And she couldn't negate what he had done for her.

  With his blood.

  It was yesterday's lunch that rolled around in her mind. She couldn't believe what he'd told her. The revelation.

  That Claire was his cousin. William was one quarter Blood Singer. His ancestry lent him the paranormal stripe that allowed him to shapeshift, to have those little moments of awareness that were other.

  Julia had been curious, picking at the meal before her, salad and salmon. The coven provided only the finest meal for their trophy. Julia squelched the thought even as it formed. She knew that she needed to think of the coven as her benefactors. Or she'd never achieve any happiness, joy.

  She had sighed and Williams’s brows had rose in question.

  “It's about Claire...” she looked at him.

  Stared actually, trying not to notice how handsome he was, how well-built, how... everything. Heat rose to her face and she knew without a mirror she was blushing.

  “Well... she is my cousin.” He dropped the bomb like it was of the least consequence.

  “Are you kidding?” Julia nearly shouted.

  He shook his head, the corners of his mouth already turning up.

  “You are!” she huffed, folding her arms across her body.

  “I promise, I'm not having you on. It is true.”

  Julia searched his eyes for the joke, and finding none, went on, “How is that? She looks like she's ten years older than me?”

  William paused, then said, “Once a Singer mates a vampire, if there is enough blood quantum, they take on some of the properties of their mate. In this case,” his eyes met hers, “immortality.”

  Julia thought about it, almost stunned into speechlessness. “So Claire's like... hundreds of years old?”

  “Technically that is accurate.” William said, thinking he was enjoying having her pull information from him like hen's teeth.

  The tables turned for once.

  Julia huffed. “Just tell me William.”

  “She is three hundred six.”

  Julia gasped. That made William...

  “I am only two hundred twenty.”

  So young, Julia thought, rolling her eyes.

  William laughed from his gut. Usually serious, he found Julia lightened him considerably. She added a buoyancy to his life where none had been before.

  “Yes, she is quite wise.”

  Julia turned her fork over and under, over and under until William put his finger on the tines. He met her gaze. “What are you thinking?”

  “I wonder why we look a little alike, Claire and I?”

  William leaned back in the chair he sat on, drumming his tapered fingers on the bare wood of the table, thinking.

  Unaware that he smoldered at her, in her. The blood share's tenacious grasp still clung like reluctant glue.

  “Gabriel has said there is a common region that the Singers hail from antiquity.”

  Julia waited.

  William shrugged. “It is just a hypothesis. But it may explain the similarities in their looks.” He looked at her briefly, then glancing at her half-eaten plate finished his thought, “Blood Singers are generally fair-complexioned, with some degree of red hair. But not all. Some can be quite dark.”

  “How do you know this?” Julia was thinking that Jason hadn't had that coloring.

  “It was a cross-checking method we employed as runners. If the scent did not convince us, the coloring being as it were... well, it was almost fool proof.”

  Julia was fascinated, remembering her mother's hair ablaze with copper fire. She remembered perfectly. Memories of the accident crowded the inside of her skull in a dull press but she shoved them away forcefully.

  “Gabriel is originally from Scotland.”

  Ah... Julia remembered wondering about that brogue he had.

  “Have you heard of Stonehenge? Located in England?”

  She nodded, it was pretty famous. In high school they'd studied it briefly in World History.

  “That is where the biggest concentration of Singers reside. They fan out in many directions, but it is there that they proliferate.�
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  Julia smiled, not really successful in reining in her sarcasm. “Then why don't you guys do a road trip and net 'em all?”

  Williams’s smile faded, shaking his head. “They become powerful in concentrations as big as that one.” His eyes were serious again.

  “So, they can bring a can of whoop-ass?”

  William smiled at her vernacular. “Yes, they can bring whatever they please. That is why we concentrate on mostly immigrants, diluted by centuries of out breeding. Sometimes, as in your case, we strike a pureblood. Any Singer over half pure is worth acquisition.”

  Julia thought about all that he'd said. “So, why am I not... psychic or some other cool thing like that?”

  William chuckled, crossing his legs at the ankle. “You will be many things.” He shrugged, “It is different with each Singer. A Rare One is an anomaly. Hard to find, more difficult to speculate about.”

  “What can Gabriel do? He's the coven leader... he's a Rare One,” Julia said, thinking he may have mojo. A buttload.

  Julia watched William think about his words and was struck anew by how very deliberate he was with his thoughts. He never just blurted stuff out.

  Like her.

  She smiled unconsciously and he returned her grin, his fangs hidden.

  “He is male.” William looked down to his long-stemmed glass, the bagged blood distributed inside the glass as an affectation. Like a beer out of a frosted mug as opposed to straight out of the bottle.

  She waited and he continued. “He has some paranormal talents,” he paused, looking at her then continued, “but it is the females that possess all of what a Rare One could offer. Eventually, you will be many things. Manifest many things.”

  Julia looked at him. “Besides being able to make vampires choke on my blood and heave helpful people against walls, what else is there?”

  She was only half-joking. Julia wanted to know what to expect.

  William shrugged a muscular shoulder, the button-down shirt hiding nothing. She'd give vampires this, they were all pretty spiffy to eyeball.