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An outbreak of demon attacks across Charleston have worn SPECTR agent John Starkweather to the bone. Now a new threat faces his team: a demon with bullet—and bite—proof skin, which can’t be stopped by ordinary means.
John’s only solace comes in the form of his lovers: Caleb Jansen and the vampire spirit Gray. Caleb and Gray have their own problems, however. Unbeknownst to John, they’ve been tracking a mysterious entity across the city. And after they finally come face to face with their quarry, nothing will ever be the same.
Jordan L. Hawk
Jordan L. Hawk is a trans author from North Carolina. Childhood tales of mountain ghosts and mysterious creatures gave him a life-long love of things that go bump in the night. When he isn’t writing, he brews his own beer and tries to keep the cats from destroying the house. His best-selling Whyborne & Griffin series (beginning with Widdershins) can be found in print, ebook, and audiobook.
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Drinker of Blood - Jordan L. Hawk
Drinker of Blood
(SPECTR Series 2 #3)
Jordan L. Hawk
Drinker of Blood (SPECTR Series 2 #3) © 2017 Jordan L. Hawk
ISBN: 978-1-941230-24-4
All rights reserved.
Cover art © 2018 Lou Harper
SMASHWORDS EDITION
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Edited by Annetta Ribken
Chapter 1
Gray balances amidst the branches of a live oak, every sense attuned to the night. The warm, wet wind brings him many scents; more than he’d ever imagined existing in the long millennia spent in dead bodies. Now that he is clothed in living flesh, the world has unfolded into colors and smells and sounds.
He tips his head back, breathing deep. Spoiled fish and soured milk waft from a nearby garbage bin, accompanied by the sweet exhalations of gardenias. The August day baked the streets, and hot asphalt mixes with fading car exhaust. So many things to smell, but not the one he seeks.
"Why are we here?" Caleb asks. Not in general, but in this part of the city?
Caleb is mortal, and thus impatient. But that is all right. It is his body Gray inadvertently leapt into, during the few seconds Caleb died.
Being with Caleb allows Gray to feel these sensations, and more. Pain and ecstasy, joy and sorrow, and above all love.
They left John sleeping in their bed. They have hunted many, many demons over the last month. Lycanthropes, ghouls, and a therianthrope which took on the shape of a twisted alligator. Even Gray has not seen so many demons in such a short time, and John’s body is mortal and has limitations theirs does not. He didn’t stir when they slid from beneath the covers, dressed, and let themselves out the door.
What if he wakes while they’re gone and wonders why they left without explanation?
Caleb’s impatience is sparked now with worry. He won’t. But if he does, I’ll just tell him we were restless and went for a run.
John would believe them, because he trusts them. And now they are breaking that trust.
"You know why. We don’t have a choice. Barillo is just looking for a reason to assign us a different partner. Or worse. If John was involved in hunting this…whatever the hell it is…he’d feel duty-bound to file a report like a good little SPECTR agent. If our hunt became official, and we couldn’t find it, it would give Barillo an excuse to carry out his threats. And that asshole’s not getting any help from me."
Gray lets out a hiss of frustration. He loves John, but he dislikes all of the mortal rules and foolishness that John cares about so much. If only they could leave this place. Then they could hunt and copulate and live as they wish.
"You know it’s not that easy. And you still haven’t answered my question. Why are we here, out of everywhere in Charleston?"
I have spent five-thousand years hunting prey on this earth. Trust that I know how to track our quarry.
"Demons. You hunted demons. This thing…isn’t."
Which is the problem to begin with. Mortals summon demons and become possessed. If forty days have not yet passed, an exorcist like John or Zahira can save them and banish the demon. After forty days…
Then they are food.
But this creature, whatever it might be, is not food. Its scent awakens no hunger in Gray. Yet it is not a mortal.
Three times, they have encountered its trail. Once near the condo, with no demon in sight. Then it interfered with their hunt for the vila—though perhaps not intentionally. The third time, however, had been deliberate. It had shown itself to them while they fought the vila, silhouetted against a rainy sky, then vanished.
They have caught its attention, just as it has caught theirs. It will try to track them—is already tracking them, perhaps. Which means it will likely be near the condo. But its hesitation to confront them directly suggests it will look for cover. A place to watch them without being seen. The trees offer the best places of concealment—for it and them alike.
"I suppose that makes sense," Caleb says reluctantly. And if we don’t find it here?
Then we will continue the hunt another night. Patience.
Gray slips from tree to tree, then onto a rooftop. He crisscrosses the area between the condo and the street where they first scented the creature, pausing often to sift the wind. There are still many hours to go before dawn, but the longer they’re gone, the more likely John will wake up and realize they left. And perhaps John will accept Caleb’s excuse, but perhaps he will wait for them outside the bedroom and see they dressed not for running, but for hunting.
"You’re right. Maybe we ought to call it a night."
Perhaps, Gray begins. Then the wind shifts, and he smells it. Burning metal and hot stone, mingled with the richness of broken earth. The scent belongs to nothing mortal, yet it stirs no sense of hunger within him.
Before Caleb and John, he would simply have ignored it. Assuming he could even have sensed it while inhabiting a corpse; demons had been the only smell he knew, calling him to the hunt. Likely he would have passed this one by without ever knowing it was there.
Caleb tenses, just beneath the surface of their shared skin. Gray moves slowly, carefully, following the trail but not too quickly. They do not know what this entity intends: if it is curious, or dangerous, or both, or neither.
Another smell joins that of the entity: rot. A decayed body, accompanied by the faintest traces of mange-clotted fur and sour musk.
"A lycanthrope?"
Yes. But dead.
They find the body lying in the middle of a gazebo where they have seen mortal couples wed. The scent of the not-demon lingers around it, already fading. Once he is certain the other entity isn’t lurking nearby, preparing to ambush them, Gray drops to the ground and goes to inspect the lycanthrope.
The bodies possessed by demons decay quickly, as if they had died the day the demon was summoned. Little remains of the lycanthrope at this point: twisted bones, flesh going to black slime, a wretched stench. There is no way to tell how it died.
"But the entity killed it, didn’t it?" Caleb is grim. And left it here for us to find.
Gray straightens. The wind picks up, threading through the shifting mass of his long hair, bringing with it the last, fading trace of the creature they hunt.
Yes, he replies. It did. This was a message.
* * *
The moment he stepped into the Paranormally Abled Support System meeting, Caleb felt some of the tension he carried constantly these days slip away. Despite his initial uncertainty, he’d come to look forward to the meetings held every week in the back of a bookstore. Since he lived with John, PASS was the one place he could get completely away from SPECTR bullshit.
A cheery chorus of Hi, Caleb!
greeted him when he entered. That alone was a nice change of pace from SPECTR, where people tended to greet him with scowls or suspicious looks. And sure, there were definitely exceptions: Zahira and Karl, and a few others. But PASS was the only place everyone seemed genuinely happy to see him.
‘Bout time your lazy ass showed up,
said Deacon with a wink. He carefully pulled the folding chairs out of storage, using nothing but his TK. Thought I was going to have to do this by myself.
As usual, everyone was doing whatever they could with their paranormal talent. Nigel, the group leader, chilled the bottles of soda with cryokinesis, while a pyrokinetic lit scented candles. Which was also a nice change from everyday life, where most people tried not to draw too much attention to their abilities.
The only paranormal ability the group lacked was an exorcist. Which was a good thing, because even the most half-assed exorcist would sense Gray at this close of a range.
Sorry—wouldn’t want you to break a sweat or anything,
Caleb replied as he took up position by Deacon. It might mess up your hair.
Deacon laughed. He and Caleb met for lunch once or twice a week, whenever work didn’t get in the way. Deacon was his point of sanity, a friend outside of all the carnage and horror of SPECTR.
If only Caleb dared tell him about Gray. Possessed people usually meant screaming and death, and he didn’t want to sabotage their friendship. Still, who knew? Maybe eventually he’d work up the courage. Introduce Gray to Deacon.
"I do not find these mortals interesting," Gray informed him. I do not wish to meet them.
Your loss.
"I doubt that."
Caleb shook his head. Seeing the gesture, Deacon frowned slightly. What’s wrong?
Crap. Caleb had gotten sloppy, talking to the voice in his head. Just thinking about work.
Sounds like something you should share with the group, then,
put in Nigel. He was ex-SPECTR himself, and besides Deacon, the only person at PASS who