VAMPIRE ROMANCE: Moonlight Desires Complete Series (Books 1, 2, &3) (Paranormal Romance Collection, Paranormal Shape Shifter Romance With Sex) (Vampire Romance Boxed Set) by Piquette Fontaine Read Free Book Online
Authors: Piquette Fontaine
rested for the night."
Shana looked at her sister, quickly embarrassed. "That sound... Did I make it in this life? Did it wake Luke?"
"Oh I gave Luke half an Ambien so that he'll be good and rested for tomorrow." Disquiet racked Shana's face. "Hun, I don't think Tom gets the best out of you." Suze played with Shana's bangs, something that had comforted the both of them since they were small. "Now I'm not here to tell you what's best for you, but I'm here when you need to talk about what's best for you, ok?"
Shana nodded. "I need a few, Suze."
Had Suze not turned behind her as she left the room, Shana's life may have ended up quite different. But that determinate split second transpired as it did and, as she looked back from the closing door, Suze saw two parallel scratches. She immediately knew that they came from teeth, for she saw the same exact ones when Shana was 18. Fury coursed through her veins, but the bile that rose to her throat obstructed the pathway of any words. Instead, she stood for a moment in silence, as her sister snuggled up in the sheets.
Chapter Three
There was a day when Suze was 22 and Shana was 18 when the elder became all too aware of who this Baker was and what he was about. Despite her young age at the time, Suze was as headstrong and driven as a woman ten years her senior. Much of this had to do with the parenting that fell in her lap so often for so many years. Their Mother had a habit of up and leaving when parenting two children was just too much. She would return in a few days or a few weeks. Contact was sparse. While a loving man, their father was more likely found drinking at the VFW than on the couch watching made-for-TV movies with his daughters.
As such, Suze felt maternal concern for Shana from a young age. Always a complex case, Shana was an overachiever in school yet never seemed to run with the right crowd outside of it. For a while, Suze felt that Shana lingering in a graveyard was better than her lingering in an alleyway. When Shana revealed she was spending so much time there because of a boy, Suze found it strange but acknowledged that love had peculiar ways. But then she heard something grim from her pal Rosa.
Rosa and Suze met hanging out at the same biker bar. They shared an affinity for a greasy guy on a hog and would take turns playing one another's wing lady. The bar was actually where Suze met Nate, even though Nate's biking days would soon end after a nasty spill left him with a bad back. Anyway, Rosa was a practitioner of Santeria, a Voudon-like faith popular in Central America and the Caribbean. Its rituals involve candles, incantations and the occasional sacrifice of this or that livestock.
In fact, Suze's favorite nights at the bar were the ones when Rosa would attract a sizable crowd with her tales of zombies and supernatural happenings which she had learned about through her worship community. One night, Rosa told of a woman who went missing years back after she was seduced by a mysterious man. He would only really show himself to her in the twilight. Police said he was a drifter, the Santerians believed he was a blood sucker.
After a ritual in Lake View Cemetery one night, when the Santerians sacrificed a live goat, Rosa returned to the site after congregation had dispersed in search of her car keys. Two gaunt figures were dragging a woman away by her arms. The woman was twitching, writhing, unable to post up on her own two feet. In the trio's wake was the goat, repositioned from where the worshippers had left it. As any person in her right mind would, Rosa stepped carefully so as not to attract attention from the receding trio. But her heart sank when the woman, in whatever excruciating throes gripped her, wrenched her head around and shrieked at Rosa. Goat's blood caked the woman's maw,
Shana looked at her sister, quickly embarrassed. "That sound... Did I make it in this life? Did it wake Luke?"
"Oh I gave Luke half an Ambien so that he'll be good and rested for tomorrow." Disquiet racked Shana's face. "Hun, I don't think Tom gets the best out of you." Suze played with Shana's bangs, something that had comforted the both of them since they were small. "Now I'm not here to tell you what's best for you, but I'm here when you need to talk about what's best for you, ok?"
Shana nodded. "I need a few, Suze."
Had Suze not turned behind her as she left the room, Shana's life may have ended up quite different. But that determinate split second transpired as it did and, as she looked back from the closing door, Suze saw two parallel scratches. She immediately knew that they came from teeth, for she saw the same exact ones when Shana was 18. Fury coursed through her veins, but the bile that rose to her throat obstructed the pathway of any words. Instead, she stood for a moment in silence, as her sister snuggled up in the sheets.
Chapter Three
There was a day when Suze was 22 and Shana was 18 when the elder became all too aware of who this Baker was and what he was about. Despite her young age at the time, Suze was as headstrong and driven as a woman ten years her senior. Much of this had to do with the parenting that fell in her lap so often for so many years. Their Mother had a habit of up and leaving when parenting two children was just too much. She would return in a few days or a few weeks. Contact was sparse. While a loving man, their father was more likely found drinking at the VFW than on the couch watching made-for-TV movies with his daughters.
As such, Suze felt maternal concern for Shana from a young age. Always a complex case, Shana was an overachiever in school yet never seemed to run with the right crowd outside of it. For a while, Suze felt that Shana lingering in a graveyard was better than her lingering in an alleyway. When Shana revealed she was spending so much time there because of a boy, Suze found it strange but acknowledged that love had peculiar ways. But then she heard something grim from her pal Rosa.
Rosa and Suze met hanging out at the same biker bar. They shared an affinity for a greasy guy on a hog and would take turns playing one another's wing lady. The bar was actually where Suze met Nate, even though Nate's biking days would soon end after a nasty spill left him with a bad back. Anyway, Rosa was a practitioner of Santeria, a Voudon-like faith popular in Central America and the Caribbean. Its rituals involve candles, incantations and the occasional sacrifice of this or that livestock.
In fact, Suze's favorite nights at the bar were the ones when Rosa would attract a sizable crowd with her tales of zombies and supernatural happenings which she had learned about through her worship community. One night, Rosa told of a woman who went missing years back after she was seduced by a mysterious man. He would only really show himself to her in the twilight. Police said he was a drifter, the Santerians believed he was a blood sucker.
After a ritual in Lake View Cemetery one night, when the Santerians sacrificed a live goat, Rosa returned to the site after congregation had dispersed in search of her car keys. Two gaunt figures were dragging a woman away by her arms. The woman was twitching, writhing, unable to post up on her own two feet. In the trio's wake was the goat, repositioned from where the worshippers had left it. As any person in her right mind would, Rosa stepped carefully so as not to attract attention from the receding trio. But her heart sank when the woman, in whatever excruciating throes gripped her, wrenched her head around and shrieked at Rosa. Goat's blood caked the woman's maw,
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