Blood Moon (Skye Morrison Vampire Series, #5.5) (18 page)

Marcelle loved to use a person’s full title, as if having a title made someone more important than those without. The gown Inaya had picked out for her was a little more daring than her usual form of dress. It was a long, sleeveless champagne gold colored silk gown, which hugged her slender curves to perfection. Amira had never worn anything quite so revealing, but she had to admit it made her small breasts look much more ample than they really were and she felt kind of beautiful for once.

“Yes, one must always try to impress Lord Sorin,” Inaya said with disdain.

“You look lovely as well, Aunt Marcelle,” Amira said quickly, trying to divert her aunt’s attention.

It was no secret that Inaya and Marcelle didn’t get along; in fact, Marcelle didn’t get along with many. Although Marcelle was the second born and would not be able to inherit the throne, she had grown up as royalty and often thought of those without royal blood to be beneath her. She hadn’t thought Inaya to be a good companion for Amira and to this day rarely acknowledged her existence.

The flattery worked to distract Marcelle from making a biting retort, just as Amira knew it would. Marcelle had chosen a bright red dress that was almost the exact color of her falsely tinted red hair. Her brown eyes were darkly outlined, making her eyes appear small and beady, and her generous mouth was shaded in the same bright red as her gown.

As most second born children of the Royal Family, Marcelle had been trained to be the Supreme Healer. It was the Supreme Healer’s duty to safeguard the ancient traditions and ceremonies passed down from their first ancestors. She presided over all sacred ceremonies, such as the marriage ceremonies in which the couple undertook the sacred bond. It was also her duty to care for the injured and the vulnerable young ones who hadn’t yet reached full maturity. Although she hadn’t taken an apprentice in over half a century, it was her responsibility to train other healers as well.

Marcelle had never been married, and as far as Amira knew, she had never been seriously involved with any male. At times, Amira felt guilty that her aunt had sacrificed her chance at happiness to help care for her.

“Thank you, darling. It is very important to make the right impression,” she advised Amira, as she had her entire life. Marcelle wrapped her arm around Amira’s shoulders and walked her a few steps away from Inaya. “I’d like you to keep in mind your duty tonight, Amira. Soon it will be your turn to lead our people. You will need a strong, worthy male at your side as your consort and king. Keep an open mind about our guests tonight. For me?”

“She is aware of her duty, Marcelle. Why must she dwell on it tonight? She hasn’t even yet reached her full maturity and cannot join into a bond of marriage until she does,” Inaya interrupted.

“This does not concern you, girl,” Marcelle snapped, cutting her dark eyes to Inaya.

“Aunt Marcelle, this is a formal dinner to celebrate the launch of the new scout. This dinner has nothing to do with my future consort,” Amira weighed in.

Every century a new scout was sent out to travel the Earth to evaluate the condition of humanity. It was their job to report the circumstances, changes, and advancements. Upon the scout’s return every decade, the leaders of Cashile would meet to determine if it was time to return to the world of man. The former scout had made his final return the previous month. At his debriefing, it was decided humanity was still on a path of self-destruction with war, pollution, and, most harmful, their indifference. It was determined the people of Cashile would remain within its protective shield.

This had been the first time Amira had been present at a scout’s debriefing and she had found the scout’s report to be fascinating. Humanity reminded her of a rebellious teenager without the guidance of a loving parent, struggling to find its way, but subjugated by volatile emotions.

 In her opinion, humanity was capable of great things as was illustrated on their many technological advancements and their ability to persevere regardless of their self-destructive nature.

Amira worried that the counsel in charge of arbitration had made their decision before hearing the scout’s report and insisted upon refusing to acknowledge any positive aspects, so sure in their own superiority. The new scout, trained since birth for her duty, would be embarking on her mission in the morning. Tonight would be her farewell. This would be the first time in their history that a female would be sent out as a scout.

“Foolish girl,” Marcelle began, venom still within her husky tone. “Any situation can be used as an opportunity to achieve one’s goals. That female, that nobody, doesn’t deserve a celebration in her honor. Scout or not, she should not be seated at the table of royalty. Good riddance to her, we’ll all be better off once she is gone.”

Amira was taken aback by the hatred pouring from Marcelle. Her shock must have registered to her aunt, because her tone became sweet and she abruptly returned to her original topic.

“With Lord Sorin in attendance tonight you have the perfect opportunity to secure a strong match for the future of Cashile.”

Amira could see the look of disgust on Inaya’s face and tried to hide her own negative feelings at the thought of herself bonded to Sorin.

“I’m not sure Sorin is the right choice...” Amira began hesitantly.

“Lord Sorin is the perfect choice for the future King of Cashile,” Marcelle said with conviction. “He has the purest blood ties to the Royal Family of any other male. He is a strong leader in Ammon and you will require a consort of such strength to counteract your... delicate nature.”

Amira knew that in her need to please others, she was widely considered to be passive and weak. It hurt to be judged as lacking when all she wanted was to do her duty.

“Darling, you know I only have your best interest in mind,” Marcelle said now in her lovingly sweet tone.

“Yes, Aunt, I will do as you counsel and keep the possibility in mind throughout the evening,” Amira promised.

“That is all I ask. Do not be late,” she said, sounding appeased, as she kissed Amira’s cheek and left the room.

“I don’t believe the nerve of that woman! Advising you as if you aren’t already burdened down by the weight of your duty,” Inaya fumed as she began pacing the room.

“Maybe she is right. Maybe I’m not strong enough to rule,” Amira suggested solemnly.

“You cannot be serious! Amira, look at me,” she said, stopping directly in front of her friend. “I know you better than anyone. You are not weak. You lack confidence, but that will come with experience and wisdom. You have a heavy burden to carry and, at times, I believe your fear of failure overwhelms you, but you have the heart of a true Queen. Follow your heart in all things and Cashile will benefit.”

The confidence Inaya showed brought tears back to Amira’s eyes. “Thank you,” she whispered, once again embracing her friend.

“As for
Lord
Sorin, let that arrogant ass share his affections with those worthy of it, like the swine which wallow in the mud.”

Amira couldn’t help but giggle at Inaya’s absurd suggestion, which in turn caused Inaya’s own giggles.

“Come, let us not keep Lord Sorin waiting,” Inaya said when she could finally catch her breath.

“Caeden will be present tonight. Do I look presentable?” Amira asked, feeling nervous about seeing him and a little disappointed with herself for caring about his opinion.

“Beautiful, as always. You’ll definitely catch his attention in that dress, and as long as no one looks too closely, they’ll never know you’ve been crying.”

Linking arms, they walked to dinner together.

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Chronicles of the Uprising: Book 1

Katie Salidas

Copyright © 2014 by Katie Salidas

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Prologue

Everyone joked about the end of the world, but when it finally happened, no one was laughing.

December 21, 2012.

Mankind’s final day had been predicted for years, but no one had believed it would ever come. Why would they? There had been so many dates labeled “the end,” and none had yet come to pass.

When the sun rose on that fateful day, everyone made their little jokes. Just one more hoax. Street merchants started selling “I survived the apocalypse… again” T-shirts. Everybody looked around, shrugged their shoulders, and got back to what they’d been doing. The world moved on.

But the day starts at different times across the globe. This particular prophesy — this doomsday prediction — had been made by the Mayan people. It wasn’t until the sun rose in South America that the destruction began.

Previously docile fault lines began to quake. As if waking from a slumber, the earth rumbled from deep within like some ravenous beast scenting its prey, to be satisfied only by utter annihilation.

Volcanoes that had lain dormant for hundreds of years suddenly sprang into action, erupting with centuries of pent-up pressure, spewing hot geysers of acrid smoke. Rivers of magma belched out from the mouths of these angry mountains, scorching the land and devouring everything caught in their deadly flow. Thick clouds blanketed the sky, choking out the sunlight. Searing chunks of pumice rained down upon the land, burying entire cities and all their occupants in a rocky grave.

For decades — centuries, even — the Earth had been beaten and bruised, scratched and bitten by her inhabitants. It was only natural that she would fight back. And her retribution was merciless. Whole continents fragmented as fault lines deepened and separated. The surface of the earth ripped apart while its terrified inhabitants futilely attempted to escape the destruction. Nowhere was safe. Giant waves of destruction beat down upon every coast, swallowing islands whole and obliterating coastal cities on mainlands. Never before had the loss of life been so devastating.

No one was laughing now.

It was truly, utterly, the end of days.

In the aftermath, the few that remained alive were forced to band together for survival. Food was scarce; shelter was even harder to come by. People who had never conceived of a life without electricity, running water, and fast food were faced with the ultimate choice: to live, by whatever means possible... or to die.

In the ragged days that followed the destruction, many more lives were lost — or taken — in the name of survival. Those who remained were few and far between.

And not all survivors were human.

Supernatural creatures —  vampires  — once thought to be the stuff of myth and legend, were forced from the refuge of the shadows. With no place left to hide, their only choice for survival was to reveal themselves to those few humans who remained. Immortality gave vampires the ability to weather the storms, but their weakness to sunlight left them vulnerable and in desperate need of shelter and protection during the harsh days following the great cataclysms. Only through collaboration could both races stand the slightest chance for survival.

It was an uneasy truce at first. The vampires’ need for blood, no matter how small a dose, made them objects of hatred rather than companionship; but their ability to protect the former city-dwelling humans against other predators in the night counted greatly in their favor. Eventually, human and vampire learned to co-exist. 

Slowly, as they always do, humans adapted to their newly reshaped home. Society rebuilt itself. Life continued on planet Earth and even began to flourish. Over the next hundred years, eight thriving cities rose from the ashes, and humans once again took their place as masters of the Earth.

And with that power came hubris.

Formerly friends and vital allies, the vampires quickly became targets – victims of the humans’ drive to be top of the food chain. Rumors and lies spread quickly about what vicious and cold-hearted demons the vampires truly were. Human deaths, even when the cause was not loss of blood, were blamed on vampires. Long forgotten was the help the vampires had given to their human brethren in those early days of reconstruction.

The human race came to see vampires as nothing more than criminals and outlaws. Vermin. Using the vampires’ vulnerability to sunlight and starvation, the humans turned their once-helpful protectors into slaves. Hunted down and brought to so-called justice, vampires were faced with the same brutal choice the humans had confronted a century earlier: Succumb to the will of humans, or end their days on Earth.

To live by whatever means possible… or to die.