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    Feral Song
    Feral Song
    Feral Song
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    Feral Song

    By Stephanie Bedwell-Grime

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    As a vampire and theater manager, Dax prefers to stay behind the scenes. Until intervening in an early morning robbery thrusts him into the spotlight.

    Myah is also keeping a low profile. Her true nature is a carefully-guarded secret.

    Now Dax’s act of kindness has landed them both at the center of a plot with deep roots to the underworld.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherFeral Martian Publishing
    Release dateMar 12, 2018
    ISBN9781987927108
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      Feral Song - Stephanie Bedwell-Grime

      FERAL SONG

      By

      Stephanie Bedwell-Grime

      Copyright © 2018 by Stephanie Bedwell-Grime

      Cover by Derek Grime

      All rights reserved.

      Published by Feral Martian Publishing

      This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

      Contents

      Chapter One

      Chapter Two

      Chapter Three

      Chapter Four

      Chapter Five

      Chapter Six

      Chapter Seven

      Chapter Eight

      Chapter Nine

      About The Author

      CHAPTER ONE

      HE SEES THINGS IN THE dark. Things no one else sees. In the sliver of time between full dark and first light, events unfold.

      He lives in this moment. It’s the moment he feels most alive. It’s the moment when he can throw off the mask and indulge his true nature.

      The theater door closes behind him. He’s stayed late tonight, much later than usual. He’s lingered until every last soul had left the theater. And once the theater was empty, he sang.

      There are rare nights when he gets to indulge both sides of his nature, the artist and the beast. After hours of giving his voice free-rein, when there is not a note left to sing, he slips into the night and simply becomes.

      He wears the night like a second skin as he slides into the shadows. From all around he hears the sounds of the small creatures that call the city home. Rats scurry through the gutters, a fat raccoon overturns a garbage can. On a more desperate night, any of these might provide sustenance. Tonight he’s after bigger prey.

      Dax isn’t the only predator out here in the night. Members of the city’s underbelly roam the streets like dark wraiths, sliding in and out of the shadows. They are his target, those who mean no good to anything or anyone.

      He falls into step behind such a creature, a furtive, wiry male all dressed in black. With his keen eyesight he can clearly make out the outline of the weapon he conceals. He’s heading for a nearby convenience store. A store clerk is in early setting up produce. He can envision the crime clearly: the unsuspecting female, the man with the gun, the day’s cash float already sitting in the till.

      Dax moves, as quickly as the first rays of dawn cresting the horizon. His swiftness startles the woman and she jumps out of the way. His hand closes around the perpetrator’s gun, squeezing the man’s fingers hard enough to force him to release the weapon. The gun goes off, tearing a hole in the store’s awning, before it falls to the floor with a metallic thud. But the woman is safe and that’s all he cares about at the moment.

      His momentum carries the man with him into the silent street. There’s an alleyway nearby and he makes a dive for it, dragging his victim with him. He lunges for the shadows where he knows he can safely hide what’s he’s about to do next, where he can indulge his true nature without being seen.

      Stunned, the man is looking up at him now. He lets his true nature show. Incisors slide from their sheaths. Vampires are no longer a secret. Their existence has been acknowledged for some time. He can tell his victim recognizes what he is. That doesn’t make what he’s about to do legal, a dim part of his conscience warns. He consoles himself with the knowledge that his victim would have shot the woman in the store just to get a few dollars from the till.

      Surprisingly, his intended victim isn’t staring up at him with shock or horror. A flurry of emotions cross his face. Resignation followed swiftly by disgust. He falters, his grip loosening.

      That’s all the encouragement his victim needs. Using a move worthy of a martial arts movie, he breaks the grip holding him and races off down the alley.

      Dax moves to pursue him. With his superior strength, he knows he could overtake him in seconds. But the sky is lightening rapidly. Dawn is spreading across the city and what he intended to do is not to be seen in the light of day.

      No meal for him tonight. He’ll have to break into his diminishing rations. With a long sigh, he turns to blend into the fading shadows and head for home.

      Hey! A voice from the mouth of the alley stops him in his tracks.

      He turns toward the sound to find the woman from the convenience store watching him.

      In the dim light he catches a glimpse of her heart-shaped face, her black hair held back in a messy ponytail. Dark, almond-shaped eyes gleam in the shadows.

      Thank you. Her voice is hoarse with shock. Her words begin to fall over one another like dominoes. I didn’t see anything...I had no idea there was someone there...

      It’s all right. He’s gone. I doubt he’ll be back, but be careful.

      She nods, still staring at him, eyes wide.

      He slides further into the shadows. I have to go.

      Should I—should I call the police? I mean there’s a gun on the floor of the store.

      He breaks into a run. Yes, he calls back over his shoulder. You should probably call the police.

      With that he flees into the rapidly lightening shadows.

      HOME NOW, TIRED AND hungry, the dawn an angry slash against the sky, Dax turns on the television to catch the morning news. The attempted robbery garners only a small mention. The suspect’s description is given, his is not. For that he is grateful. The news moves on to other stories. He wanders into the kitchen for a bag of blood. The processed food is unpalatable. He would have much preferred something hot from the vein. Especially something hot from the vein of someone about to commit a

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