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Listen, you can think what you want about us. You can hate us, you can condemn us, but honey, you’re one of us. We’re trying to give you a chance to make a difference. We may not be helping humanity out a whole lot, but taking down the Slayers is what we were made to do, like it or not.

Harper (to Father Jeremy)

“Do you miss be…

“Do you miss being human?”
She was obviously not expecting the question. I know it seemed odd, but I wanted to know if I was the only one. She frowned again and sighed.
“I think so,” she crossed her arms. “I mean, look at me. This is the most freedom I’ve had in weeks. My body is still back in that holding cell, strapped to that table.”
“I’m sorry,” I nudged her. “I can’t even imagine what you’re going through. I thought being left in a building was bad enough.”
“It’s okay, I mean, I know you’re coming for me,” she forced a smile.
I nodded. I was working very hard to get to her. I couldn’t leave the only other Night Touched down in a hole to rot. I put my arm around her shoulders in a side hug as we rode the rest of the way. It was a small comfort but I wasn’t sure what else to do.
Finally the subway came to a stop and the doors opened. Celine stood up and motioned for me to follow her. We stepped back out on to the same platform we had left from. I looked at her, confused.
“Um, I don’t understand.” I cocked an eyebrow as she shrugged.
“Your guess is as good as mine.”
At that moment, the subway took off, stranding us on the platform. We exchanged an even more confused look as we climbed the stairs back to the tunnel. Celine walked closer to me, unsure of what we might see at the end of the tunnel. When we got back to the lobby, it was definitely not the same place we had left from. There were large chunks blown out of the walls, the windows were broken, and I could hear a huge fight going on outside.
“What the hell happened?!” I looked over at Celine.
“Harper!” Silas appeared at the top of the stair case, his clothes ripped and blood drying in his hair and in patches down the front of him. He jumped over the side, landing skillfully on the granite flooring below.
“Silas, thank God!” I exhaled in relief. Then it hit me. “What are you doing here?”
“Harper,” Celine tugged on my arm. “I think we should run now.”
I brushed her off. “Silas, what is going on here?”
He smiled darkly, pulling out a stake from his pocket. My eyes widened in horror as he ran for me, the stake poised to strike me down. Celine pulled at my arm, trying to get me to run with her. She screamed as Silas landed in front of us. He reached out and grabbed me.
“Forever, darling?” He asked as he plunged the stake into my heart.

An excerpt from the newest chapter. I hope you guys are on edge!

He had been a c…

He had been a captain in the army before he died, so whenever we had something that required planning and strategy he took the lead. Even if it meant we would have to do something we really didn’t want to. I walked quickly past him to my room to answer my phone.
“You didn’t have to be that hard on her,” I heard Lily say to him.
“I know, but she had to listen to reason or she was going to get us all killed.” He was right again. If I had walked out that door, I would have ended up getting all of us killed.

Harper was being reckless

Save the girl

I snorted, “So you plan on walking up to him, outing us, and asking him to hand over the information? Good luck with that.”
“No, you’re going to continue to see him.” Jason put his hand on my shoulder.
“Um, no, I’m not.” I started to get out of the chair.
He pushed me back down to the chair, “You are the only one who can get that close to him. He doesn’t know our dirty little secret, but we know his. You will have the upper hand.”
“How am I supposed to keep seeing him now? How can you ask me to do that?”
“You want to save Celine right?” He walked around the chair to face me.
I nodded hesitantly.
“Then this is how it is done. As soon as we have her location, you can do whatever you want with him.”
My phone started to ring in my room. I sat in the chair, staring towards my room. All of my anger had turned into severe hesitation and regret. I could just go and answer it and break it off, that would have made everything much easier on that regard, but I knew Jason was right

I’ll post another section because it’s hard to post too much without giving a lot away

The little old …

The little old man behind the counter started at us as we walked in. He looked like just any other older man, bent over on his stool and smoking a cigarette. If it weren’t for the tiny horns sticking out from under his hair no one would have been the wiser. His tongue flicked out like a snake, tasting the air for what exactly we were.
“You two ladies are not quite what you seem are you?” His voice sounded like gravel under a truck tire.
“I could say the same about you, old timer.” I winked at him and leaned on the counter.
“I think we’re both getting up there,” he smiled at me. His teeth were sharp and pointy, and his gums were black with rot. He cackled hoarsely at his insult and kicked his stubby legs back and forth. I knew I should have been offended but the sight of this pointy, wiggly little man made me laugh.
“I like you; hopefully I can continue liking you. What can you tell me about the Night Touched that was taken recently?” I didn’t want to turn into all business but I knew we needed to find out what we could as quickly as we could.
His face turned solemn and a sickly green, “You are not Slayers; you have no business asking about Night Touched.”
“It’s alright, dear one, we are just trying to find our friend,” Lily cooed at him. She really would have been a wonderful mother if she had been given the chance.
“I should not be talking to you,” he slid off of his stool and disappeared behind the counter. I had to lean over it to make sure he was still there. He waddled around to us, pointing his cane in our faced. “You should leave now.”
He rushed us out, waiving his cane like a sword and hitting our calves. We stumbled out of the shop and he shut his door. The blinking “Open” sign turned off, shortly followed by the rest of the lights. Lily and I exchanged glances and headed toward the next shop.

A snipet of Chapter 6 “The Deceit in the Bodega”

The little old …

The little old man behind the counter started at us as we walked in. He looked like just any other older man, bent over on his stool and smoking a cigarette. If it weren’t for the tiny horns sticking out from under his hair no one would have been the wiser. His tongue flicked out like a snake, tasting the air for what exactly we were.
“You two ladies are not quite what you seem are you?” His voice sounded like gravel under a truck tire.
“I could say the same about you, old timer.” I winked at him and leaned on the counter.
“I think we’re both getting up there,” he smiled at me. His teeth were sharp and pointy, and his gums were black with rot. He cackled hoarsely at his insult and kicked his stubby legs back and forth. I knew I should have been offended but the sight of this pointy, wiggly little man made me laugh.
“I like you; hopefully I can continue liking you. What can you tell me about the Night Touched that was taken recently?” I didn’t want to turn into all business but I knew we needed to find out what we could as quickly as we could.
His face turned solemn and a sickly green, “You are not Slayers; you have no business asking about Night Touched.”
“It’s alright, dear one, we are just trying to find our friend,” Lily cooed at him. She really would have been a wonderful mother if she had been given the chance.
“I should not be talking to you,” he slid off of his stool and disappeared behind the counter. I had to lean over it to make sure he was still there. He waddled around to us, pointing his cane in our faced. “You should leave now.”
He rushed us out, waiving his cane like a sword and hitting our calves. We stumbled out of the shop and he shut his door. The blinking “Open” sign turned off, shortly followed by the rest of the lights. Lily and I exchanged glances and headed toward the next shop.

Sneak preview of Chapter 6 “The Deceit in the Bodega”

We parked and g…

We parked and got out. He took my hand again and we set off down the trail. We strolled arm in arm laughing and talking about our different like and dislikes, granted I had to make some of mine up.
“What is your ideal dinner date?” He asked me, nudging me with his shoulder.
“You are planning on there being a dinner date?” I poked at him. “That’s awfully presumptuous, don’t you think?”
“I thought this one was going well enough to assume there would be more.”
I giggled as we walked into a clearing. It was the same clearing from my dream. There wasn’t any snow, but this was it. The bench perfectly set near the trees, and bushes on either side. This was it. I stopped in my tracks.
“Harper, what’s wrong?” Silas looked in the same general direction, unsure of what had spooked me.
“Nothing,” I closed my eyes and shook my head, trying to get the shock out of my head. When I opened them, Celine was there. Instead of being strapped to that awful table, she was strapped to the bench.
‘Harper, you have to help me.’ She sobbed in my head.
“Harper, what is wrong?” Silas took me by both of my shoulders and shook me. I felt my legs give out and the world went dark. “Harper!”

Sneak peek of Chapter 5 The Vampire on the First Date

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