Obsessed (Book #12 in the Vampire Journals) by Morgan Rice Read Free Book Online Page B

was ready to die. Or at least,
ready to stop fighting.
    But Lore wasn’t.
And neither were hundreds of the Immortalists still clinging to life in Boldt Castle.
    “I’m not going
to give up,” Lore told her fiercely. “We cannot let our people die just because
my cousin has fallen in love with a vampire. He’s going to die anyway. What’s
the point?”
    Lore’s mother
shook her head. “You don’t understand love.”
    “No,” Lore
replied. “But perhaps if I lived two thousand years more I would.”
    His mother
smiled and squeezed his arm.
    “I want that for
you, son,” she said kindly, “But I can’t help but feel that fate is against
us.” She tipped her head up to the sky and the bright full moon shining in
through the collapsed ceiling. “The stars are aligned. The wheels of fate are
in motion.” She looked back at him. “Tonight is the night the Immortalists
die.”
    Lore balled his
hands into fists.
    “No it’s not,”
he said through his teeth. “I will lead an army if I have to. I will bring
chaos to the earth. I will destroy the whole human race before I let my people
die.”
    As he spoke, the
Immortalists around him began to look over, roused by his speech and passion.
He turned his back on his mother and directed his words to them.
    “Who will stand
with me?” Lore cried, shaking his fists. “Who will fight for their right to
live?”
    The small crowd
began to mumble their agreement, and the noise attracted still more toward
Lore. They streamed past the smoldering airplane fuselage to get a better look.
Soon, Lore’s words were met not with mumbled assent but with cheering and
clapping.
    “Who amongst you
has heard enough of fate and prophecies and stars?” he said. “I am not prepared
to let our proud people die today!”
    The crowds
roared their agreement.
    Lore noticed
that Octal had joined the crowd and was standing at the edges. Lore beckoned to
his leader, to the man he respected above all others. But Octal shook his head,
as if communicating silently that Lore should be the one to lead the
Immortalists.
    Lore couldn’t
help but frown. Could he really lead an army?
    But he didn’t
have time to ponder it, because the helicopter was touching down.
    “Kill them!”
Lore screamed. “Kill the humans!”
    The Immortalist
crowd followed his command immediately. They rushed at the helicopter. Lore
heard the sound of desperate shouting as the police began drawing their
weapons. But it was futile. There was no way the police could stand up to the
Immortalists.
    As they fought,
Lore noticed several police officers were escaping from the castle.
    “Block the
exit!” Lore ordered his troops.
    With the exits
blocked, the remaining police had no other option but to take to the skies
again in their helicopter.
    But that wasn’t
enough for Lore. He did not just want them driven away, he wanted them dead. As
the helicopter began to rise, Lore’s murderous intent grew only stronger.
    “Don’t let them
get away!” he commanded his followers.
    He watched as a
group of Immortalists sprung into the air. The police on board the rising
helicopter looked on in disbelief as the hovering Immortalists began swarming
the helicopter, dragging it down. It begun to stutter under their weight and
started to fall. The police inside began to scream. As the helicopter plummeted
to the ground, the Immortalists leaped out of harm’s way.
    A fireball
plumed into the air as the helicopter hit the ground and exploded.
    The crowds
cheered, exhilarated by the death and destruction their actions had caused.
They zigzagged through the air before finally landing and calming down. It was
then that Lore realized they were all looking to him again, awaiting his
instructions.
    “What now?” one
of them cried.
    “How do we save
our people?” another added.
    They had been
bolstered by the victory against the helicopter and the humans. Lore had awoken
a desire to fight and live in them all. The crowd erupted into a