Found (Book #8 in the Vampire Journals) by Morgan Rice Read Free Book Online Page A

Sam.
    “Stay where you are!” the leader yelled.
    Sam snarled as he turned, rose to his full height, and began walking towards them.
    The fire came. Dozens of arrows went hurling through the air, right for him. Sam could see them in slow motion, glistening, their silver arrows heading right for him.
    But he was quicker than them, quicker even than their arrows. Before they could reach him, he was already high up in the air, leaping, flying, somersaulting over all of them. He easily covered the span of the entire room—forty feet—before the archers even relaxed their hands.
    Sam came down feet first, kicking the center one right in the chest with such force that he knocked back the whole crowd, like a row of dominoes. A dozen soldiers went down.
    Before the others could react, Sam reached over and snatched two swords out of two soldier’s hands. He spun and slashed in every direction.
    His aim was perfect. He chopped off head after head, then turned and jabbed survivors right through the heart. He cut through the crowd like butter. Within seconds, dozens of soldiers slumped to the ground, lifeless.
    Sam dropped to his knees and sank his fangs into each one’s heart, drinking and drinking. He knelt there, on all fours, hunched over like a beast, gorging himself with blood, still trying to fulfill his rage, which was limitless.
    Sam finished, but was still not satisfied. He felt as if he needed to battle entire armies, to kill masses of humanity at once. He needed to gorge for weeks. And even then, it wouldn’t be enough.
    “SAMSON!” came a strange female voice.
    Sam immediately stopped, frozen in his tracks. He hadn’t heard that voice in centuries. It was a voice he had almost forgotten, and one he had never expected to hear again.
    Only one person in this world had ever called him Samson .
    It was the voice of his maker.
    There, standing over him, looking down, a smile on her gorgeous face, was Sam’s first true love.
    There, was Samantha.
     

 
     
    CHAPTER SEVEN
     
     
    Caleb and Caleb flew together in the clear, blue desert sky, heading North over the land of Israel, towards the sea. Below them the land was spread out, and Caitlin watched the landscape change as they went. There were huge swaths of desert, vast stretches of sunbaked dirt, littered with rocks, boulders, mountains and caves. There were hardly any people, except for the occasional shepherd, dressed from head to toe in white, a hood covering his head to protect from the sun, his flock trailing not too far behind.
    But as they flew further and further north, the terrain began to change. Desert gave way to rolling hills, and the color began to change, too. The terrain went from a dry, dusty brown, to a vibrant green. Olive groves and vineyards dotted the landscape. But still, there were few people to be found.
    Caitlin thought back to her discovery in Nazareth. Inside that well, she had been shocked to find a single, precious object, which she now clutched in her hand: a golden star of David, the size of her palm. Etched across it, in a small ancient script, was a single word: Capernaum.
    It had been clear to them both that it was a message, telling them where to go next. But why Capernaum? Caitlin wondered.
    She knew from Caleb that Jesus had spent time there. Did that mean he would be awaiting them there? And would her father be there, too? And, she dared to hope, Scarlet?
    Caitlin and Caleb flew as fast as they could. As they went, these thoughts raced and raced through her mind, and she tried to change her focus. She would be there soon enough, and would find out for herself.
    So, instead, she scrutinized the landscape beneath her. She was amazed at how under-populated Israel was in this time. She was surprised to even fly over an occasional house, since the dwellings were so spread out, so far and few between. This was still a rural, empty land. The only cities she had seen were more like towns, and even these were primitive, with nearly all