The Blood That Bonds: Part 1 of the II AM Trilogy
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Two is trapped: hooked on heroin, held as property, forced to sell her body to feed the addiction. Time brings her ever closer to what seems an inevitable death and Two waits, uncaring, longing only for the next fix. That's when Theroen arrives, beckoning to his Ferrari and grinning his inscrutable grin. He is handsome. Confident. Eager to help lift her out of the life that's grinding her down. The only problem? Theroen is a vampire. His blood can cure her addiction, grant her powers she has never had, change her forever into something greater than she was. But when he sinks his teeth into her neck, Theroen also thrusts Two into a world of danger, violence, madness and despair. The powerful, twisted elder Abraham will use her arrival to shatter the uneasy peace that exists in his mansion, bringing an end to the dark game he has been playing for centuries.
began to ask Theroen of this, but he was looking away, lost in thought. “Melissa is my sister, and I have loved her as much as many mortal brother might. I fear for her. I fear for what may happen when I leave.” “Leave?” “I cannot stay here much longer. Twenty years, maybe less. Abraham and I …” He trailed off, eyes clouding again. She saw sorrow there, and anger. Finally he sighed, shrugged, looked away. “You don’t like each other, do you?” Two’s voice was soft. “We despise each other.”
my death, I would live. So be it. Speak, Theroen. Call to them. I cannot. But he could, and did, opening his mouth, stretching his throat, peering desperate from his bed as the light and the noise receded. “Mother …” The word cut across the room, stopping his mother mid-sentence. She turned, the doctor and nurse staring with frank disbelief. There were tears again, now, welling in his mother’s eyes, but not those of anger and frustration and sorrow shed just moments ago. Theroen sat up,
put the girl out on the street with no immediate source of the drug. More pressing, and more troublesome, was the story Theroen had begun. Lisette. An elder vampire and a previous lover. Two wondered what had happened to her, and knew it couldn’t have been pleasant. The expression on Theroen’s face had been heart-breaking. There was still so little she knew about her lover. Centuries of life that remained dark to her, stories untold. Theroen was a creature beyond the scope of time Two was
and covered her eyes. She could find nothing there in the darkness, no sense of Theroen, nothing to comfort her. After a moment, she looked up again. “I’m sorry, Sam. We have to go. Now. While we still can.” “Are you going to be okay, Two?” “It doesn’t matter. Nothing matters. He’s gone. I owe it to Theroen to make sure you and Tori are safe. After that? Nothing matters. Let’s go.” They began a hurried dash along the road, glancing frequently behind them, expecting that Abraham would show up
attention toward Two. “Whatever you want,” he replied to her questioning look. “Don’t concern yourself with me, I’m not hungry.” Normally, Two would have demurred, insisted that she couldn’t eat if he wasn’t going to, that she would feel odd. Normally, that would be the truth. Tonight she was hungry, and felt at ease, as if she could do or say anything with Theroen. Around him, she felt both as odd and as completely natural as possible. She ordered chicken with angel-hair pasta in a red-wine