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Haventon Born

Chapter Two Part Three

Even with a damp cloth tied across her mouth and nose, the fumes still gagged Leisa. Within moments of entering the cellar, her eyes and nose were burning and streaming with blood. How much bloody garlic had the kid been carrying anyway? Raw garlic and wild rose could make a pretty good vampire deterrent, but it took more than a few cloves or petals. He’d obviously paid attention in his warding lessons. A lot of Hunters didn’t. It would take forever to air the cellar from this.

She dashed the bloody tears from her eyes and steeled herself not to flee back up the stairs. She couldn’t leave him sitting there indefinitely – not when he was having a breakdown on her. It would only make him more dangerous. She needed to get him out and make sure he wouldn’t be back for a while, and that he wouldn’t tell anyone about it. His thoughts told her that he had a meeting with his superior tomorrow. It would be noticed very quickly if he was missing. She didn’t need that sort of trouble. Read the rest of this entry »

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Haventon Born

Chapter Two Part Two

Leisa sat in an upstairs window seat which overlooked the back lawn handily. She was certain David would be back again today and needed to be ready. She wanted to scare him just enough that he wouldn’t be back to try again for a while.

Logic, of course, suggested that she move again, but she’d only been back for a few months. After eight hundred years, you sometimes got fed up of having to run so often, and it was too soon to leave Haventon again. If she tried she’d be back within weeks. She’d resisted as long as she could this time, perhaps too long, and the damned town seemed in no hurry to let her go again. She had other bolt-holes scattered around the town, of course, but David was being pushed at her by one of her enemies, and the chances were good that moving a few miles wouldn’t put them off her trail. They’d just aim him or someone else at her new place. Best do this on her terms not theirs. Maybe she could finish this or at least pry the poor kid from their grasp. Read the rest of this entry »

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Haventon Born

Chapter Two Part One

David sat up abruptly, then sank back to his pillows with a relieved groan. It had been all dream, hadn’t it? He examined his wrists, then dragged himself in the bathroom mirror and checked his neck. Of course, there were no bite marks. If she’d somehow got into to his home, he wouldn’t just be tired and gritty headed. He’d be dead or worse – probably worse.

Still, dreaming about her rather than his father seemed wrong. She must be messing with him. Something he’d put a stop to today. Read the rest of this entry »

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Haventon Born

Chapter One Part Two

Leisa had been dreaming when the young hunter started to pick the lock on her door, but she was already awake by the time he entered the kitchen. You didn’t survive nearly eight centuries without waking at the slightest sound, and he had made quite the racket.

From the way he blanched whiter than a hungry vampire and the wildness of his sea green eyes, she could tell he was used to dealing with young ones and revenants. If she’d wanted, she would have had plenty of time to incapacitate or kill him before he managed to pull out his silver crucifix, but she forebore. She wanted him to understand his mistake, hurting him would only support his prejudices. Perhaps she should have taken his crucifix off him like she had the knife, but he didn’t look like he could take any more shocks at the moment. Read the rest of this entry »

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Haventon Born

Chapter One Part One

David glanced up at the sun’s position as he lay hidden among the rhododendrons. It hung low and red in the summer sky, but was not yet brushing the horizon. He should have enough time, but he’d better make his move before sunset gave his quarry the advantage. The back-door of his target’s house was mere yards from his hiding place, but the open strip of lawn between them made it feel like miles. Great caution was, as always, called for.

With that in mind he checked through his bag one last time. Everything was there: a sturdy rowan stake, mallet, holy water, crucifix, silver plated knife, garlic, and wild rose oil. Read the rest of this entry »