Sarelle’s return to her loved ones brings a brief
measure of solace, even as she mourns all that changed in her absence. Rene’s
presence and Sar’s pact with Shaker add as much tension as comfort, as the
delicate balance of Sar’s life threatens to collapse under the weight of all
she endured as Michael’s prisoner. Determined to reclaim her life, Sar fights
back, inadvertently sparking Danial’s memory as an unseen ancient enemy
prepares to strike a fatal blow.
Lash was opening wound after wound on his
attacking vampire with every stroke of his whip, but it was still on its feet,
darting after him, hissing, its fangs bared, healing almost as fast as he hurt
it. The other vampire was circling him, Lash’s knife clutched in one hand,
ready to strike at the first opening.
Suddenly, Lash wrapped his whip around a
huge painting with a snap of his wrist, and pulled it down. It splintered over
the armed vampire’s head, knocking him down, though it didn’t let go of the
knife. Lash was on him, a shattered table leg in his hand. With a snarling
hiss, he drove it into the vampire’s chest, even as the other grabbed hold of
him. The staked vampire let out a breath to scream and dropped the knife, even
as Lash turned to punch the other vampire in the teeth, breaking one of his
The staked vampire was trying with
blood-slick hands to pull out the stake, but Lash decapitated him with a blow
to the throat with his blade, severing his head, blood spurting out. Lash
cleaned his knife on the dead vampire’s clothes, and got to his feet, still
only in his underwear. The broken fang vampire backed away, until he was in
front of the one holding me.
Lash advanced slowly. “You bastards,” he hissed menacingly. “Come
“Come and get me, Lash,” the vampire holding me hissed. “And see
Lash started for us, but another vampire
erupted from the shadows, grabbing hold of him. I watched in fear as it sank
its fangs into his neck and began to drink. Lash snarled in pain, bared his own
fangs, and sank them into the vampire’s hand. The feeding vampire tore his
fangs out of Lash with a scream and tried to pull away, fighting hard as he
began to shake. Lash shoved backward into him, knocking them both to the floor
and kept biting for another few seconds before he abruptly let go.
Lash sprang to his feet and stalked toward us. The bitten vampire
stayed down, now convulsing.
“So it’s true!” the vampire in front of me said incredulously.
“Your poison can affect our kind.”
“You want some of that?” Lash hissed in fury. “You’re getting some
either way, Fuckface. Let her
go. I’ll give you a head start, if you let her
The vampires both hissed, backing away
with me towards the door as Lash advanced. Abruptly, the vampire holding me let
go and began convulsing. He fell to the floor, his back bent almost double as
he screeched his lungs out. With a deafening crackle of energy, the vampire in
front of us also went to his knees, his hair alight at the ends, his eyes
melting as he scrabbled at them with his fingers, unseeing.
Rene was behind me, sparks of energy still
running through her hands. “He’s dead,” she said calmly. “They both are. A few
more jerks, and that’ll be it. Are you okay, Sister?”
Tara Fox Hall's writing credits include nonfiction, erotica,
horror, suspense, action-adventure, children's stories, and contemporary and
historical paranormal romance. She is the author of the paranormal fantasy Lash
series and the paranormal romantic drama Promise Me series. Tara divides her
free time unequally between writing novels and short stories, chainsawing
firewood, caring for stray animals, sewing cat and dog beds for donation to
animal shelters, and target practice. All of her published children's stories
to date are free reads onwww.childrens-stories.net.