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  Vampire Apocalypse #2 Cataylst

  Title Page

  CHAPTER 1

  CHAPTER 2

  CHAPTER 3

  CHAPTER 4

  CHAPTER 5

  CHAPTER 6

  CHAPTER 7

  CHAPTER 8

  CHAPTER 9

  CHAPTER 10

  CHAPTER 11

  CHAPTER 12

  CHAPTER 13

  CHAPTER 14

  CHAPTER 15

  CHAPTER 16

  CHAPTER 17

  CHAPTER 18

  CHAPTER 19

  CHAPTER 20

  CHAPTER 21

  CHAPTER 22

  CHAPTER 23

  CHAPTER 24

  CHAPTER 25

  CHAPTER 26

  CHAPTER 27

  CHAPTER 28

  CHAPTER 29

  CHAPTER 30

  CHAPTER 31

  CHAPTER 32

  CHAPTER 33

  CHAPTER 34

  CHAPTER 35

  CHAPTER 36

  CHAPTER 37

  CHAPTER 38

  CATALYST

  Vampire Apocalypse #2

  By

  H.M. Ward

  Laree Bailey Press

  www.YAParanormalRomance.com

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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  CATAYLST VAMPIRE APOCALYPSE #2

  By H.M. Ward

  SMASHWORDS EDITION

  Copyright © 2012 H.M. Ward

  All rights reserved.

  CATAYLST

  Vampire Apocalypse #2

  CHAPTER 1

  Kahli’s mouth hung open. A million different thoughts ran through her mind. Was Will serious? Did he really mean what he said? Staring wide-eyed, she blinked at him for a moment and when he didn’t elaborate, Kahli asked, “Kill the king and queen? Are you insane?”

  Will didn’t even glance at her, or answer right away. It was as though he actually considered her question. He seemed off-kilter since the crash—more than he should have been—but she wasn’t sure why. Continuing to stare at the cave ceiling with a vacant look in his eye, Will threaded his fingers behind his head and he laid on his back close to the fire.

  After a moment, his blue eyes glanced at her. His pale skin had healed and only a trace of stubble on his jaw marred the smoothness. Will’s voice was low and serious when he finally spoke, “Maybe, but it’s the only way to ensure we survive.” He took a deep breath, adding as he looked away from her, “You and I are linked. Can’t you feel it? Do you know what that means?” He pressed his eyes closed and focused on controlling the hammering of his heart. Will knew damn well what it meant.

  Kahli shook her head, her bright hair falling over her shoulders, “I’m not sure anymore. Some things I learned about as a child were nothing but legends, while other things seem to be true.” Her brow pinched together as she thought about it. The world was different than she thought. Before she met Will, she’d never seen a Bane or even heard of one. In the short time since they fought the wolves at the Empire house, she’d learned that nothing was as she thought. Her world had been filled with hunting and killing Trackers, trying to find any shred of evidence that her mother was still alive. The best scrap of information came from the King, but since he was trying to rip her throat out at the time, Kahli didn’t get to ask questions. She considered Will and his question, deciding that there must be more to it—that their linking must have been what was making him act so unusually.

  After a moment, Kahli shrugged, adding, “Besides, what I knew was about vampires and you’re not one. Not totally. A linking is something that happens between a vampire and the consort. You’re not a pure vampire.”

  His gaze cut to hers. It met and held, making Kahli’s stomach twist. The intensity of that look made her shiver inside. She tried not to think anything, not consider how she felt about him.

  “It doesn’t matter,” Will replied. “It’s enough. Being Bane doesn’t shelter me from the effects of your blood. While it healed and strengthened me, it also connected us. When I came to, I saw you bleeding out on the ice.” He sucked in air, but there was never enough—not when he was thinking about Kahli with the massive hole in her neck. Will sat up, and stared into the fire. “I had no choice.”

  “What are you saying?” Kahli asked.

  Will’s eyes darted up and met hers. He didn’t want to say it, he didn’t want her to know, but she had to. If he didn’t tell her, she would figure it out at some point anyway. It was impossible to hide. Even now, he could see she sensed something was bothering him, that he wasn’t acting the same—and after that—how could he?

  “When I tried to heal you nothing worked,” Will explained. “I slashed my hand and poured my blood over your wound, but it was too deep. You’d already lost so much blood. I couldn’t wake you and your body was so cold, Kahli. I thought I lost you.” His voice was barely a whisper by the time he stopped speaking. The sadness in his eyes was palpable. He held her gaze, softly, like he wanted to apologize for so many things, things he couldn’t say. He glanced away and said it, “I did what I had to do. I couldn’t lose you again.”

  The golden light from the fire flickered softly as it bathed Will’s face in rich tones. She’d never seen him look so haunted. A premonition crept through Kahli, making her skin prickle. Her lips were parted as she listened. Horror filled her veins with ice, creeping up her spine. He did something to her, something he regretted and now they’re linked. Is that what he’s saying? It can’t be.

  “What did you do?” she asked, but she already knew. Her revulsion to him, to vampires, to their kind was tantamount in a single act. Her heart pounded, slamming into her ribs as she waited for an answer. When she couldn’t take it anymore, she said, “Tell me, Will. Now.”

  “We’re blood bound, Kahli. You fed me your blood to save me. I did the same thing—” he couldn’t look at her when he said it, and turned his face back to the fire. “I force-fed you my blood, enough of it to heal the wound and keep you alive.”

  Kahli knew it. She could feel him, Will’s thoughts, brushing against the inside of her mind. It was like a subtle breeze, one that barely lifted a wisp of hair, but could still be felt as it slipped across her skin. Once Kahli recognized the sensation, it didn’t matter what she did, she couldn’t push him out—she couldn’t make it stop.

  “That’s what this is?” she asked, her finger pointing to her temple. “That’s what I feel?”

  Will stared into the fire watching the red and gold flames flicker. Kahli got to her feet and stood, moving away from him, horrified. He could feel it. He could feel everything.

  “You can feel me? My thoughts?” The statement fell from her lips in a hushed whisper. Her heart was pounding so hard. Could he feel that, too? Did he know how terrified she was right then?

  Glancing up at her, Will nodded once. “I can. But it’s not one-directional. My thoughts are visible to you, especially if I’m emotionally agitated, like now. It’s more than a sensation, Kahli. The blood linked us. I can see your thoughts. Your dreams flicker behi
nd my eyes when you sleep. It’s a direct link to your mind, and mine.”

  Kahli’s face blanched. “Linked us?” Will nodded. The pit of her stomach felt hollow. Kahli wrapped her arms around her waist, pulling them tighter to make the panic stop. There was no way being linked to Will was ideal, but there was another vampire she was concerned about, “And the King? Are we linked the same way?”

  “Not unless you drank his blood.”

  Relief washed over her and the death-grip on her arms loosened a little. Kahli leaned forward slightly, taking a breath, and shook her head saying, “Thank, God.”

  “Indeed,” Will replied. He stood and walked over to her, stopping just out of reach. “However, you have to realize, that had to be the King’s intention. If your blood wasn’t so powerful, they would have consumed more. That’s what I couldn’t tell you before. The first drops the magistrate consumed nearly had fatal side-effects. They weren’t used to human blood like yours. You nearly killed them, which is why I’m concerned about the King. He drank from you, didn’t he? I mean, he didn’t just rip open your throat and not taste you, right?”

  Kahli’s stomach twisted when she thought about it. “The King was hard to resist. I couldn’t think around him. It felt like I was drugged.” A flush reddened her cheeks. Will was watching her, but she couldn’t look at him as she said it. “He bit me, and I let him.”

  She pressed her lips together hard, her gaze vacant like she was reliving the nightmare, and she was. The images and sensations blazed brilliantly in her mind, making her shiver in response. Kahli smoothed her hands over her arms, trying to chase away the fear. She stared into space as she spoke, “For a second, I was able to think. I don’t know why. I realized what was happening and that if I didn’t do something...” she sucked in a breath and looked up at him. “I stabbed him, Will. The King wasn’t at my neck for very long, but he did drink from me—way more than a drop.”

  After everything that had happened, she didn’t want to second-guess Will, but they were connected now and it didn’t make her feel more secure. It made her feel vulnerable. He knew exactly what she was thinking. He could sense her thoughts and had access to everything inside of her mind. It wasn’t something she wanted with anyone. Ever. It was too much. There was no time to process things, no time to react to what had happened. They’d both been so close to death. While losing Will wasn’t an option, she didn’t mean for this to happen, either. It was partly her fault that they were linked. Kahli wondered if Will could sense her apprehension mingling with the cold fear in the pit of her stomach. It was trying to creep up her throat and choke her. Her fingers clamped down onto her forearms harder, trying to contain the panic that was rapidly growing.

  Will placed his hands on her arms, and looked down into her eyes. His voice, earnest, pleading almost, “I won’t hurt you. I promise.”

  Kahli’s chest tightened. He knew what she was thinking. “Why can’t I read your thoughts so easily? I feel you there, inside of me,” she lifted a hand, pressing her fingers to her temple and looked up at him, “but your thoughts are muddled. I can feel them, like breath on my skin, but there’s no meaning—just feelings without words.”

  “I can control the link a little a bit. While you slept, I had time to figure out how to seal off my thoughts. As long as I control it, you won’t hear my musings, like I hear yours.” As he said it, Kahli started to twist out of his grip, but he held onto her. “Please, don’t look at me like that. I didn’t do this on purpose. I couldn’t lose you. I did it to save you. Please, you have to trust me on that.”

  “You’re asking me to trust you—completely and totally—but you’ve shut me out of your head, meanwhile you can rummage through mine whenever you like?” They were nose to nose, Will’s fingers tightly gripping her arms, holding her in place.

  “It’s not like that.”

  “Then, what’s it like? Because it’s like that for me” She looked into his face, breathless. Her heart pounded like she’d been running, and was unable to catch her breath, “Will, how am I supposed to trust you? Normally, trust is earned. Things and thoughts are shared. Friends confide in each other. There’s no way for me to do that with you. You just know everything. It gives you power that I don’t have. It’s not a friendship anymore. I don’t know what it is, but the linking has changed things. You can see a million things that can paralyze me. How do I know you won’t use them against me?”

  His voice was beseeching, “Trust me like you did before. Nothing’s changed with that.”

  “You’re wrong!” she said. “Everything has changed. You know everything about me and I know next to nothing about you.” Pressing her eyes closed, she snapped her mouth shut and looked away. The tension in her arms kept her muscles corded tight, but she no longer tried to pull out of his grip. There was something about having his hands on her that she liked. She could feel his strength, his desire to protect her, but Kahli couldn’t get past the link. A one-sided extension of trust wasn’t a friendship. She would have never told him some of the things she knew he could see. Her heart constricted like a hand was squeezing it in her chest.

  “What do you want me to do? Kahli, I’ll do it. Anything.” Will looked at her smooth skin, as she tried to get control over her emotions. They pounded into him. He knew how much she wanted to run away from him. He could feel it.

  “Prove it.”

  CHAPTER 2

  Looking up at him, Kahli licked her lips. They’d become dried and cracked. The movement stung more than it helped.

  Will watched her, his attentive gaze unwavering. He was silent, breathing in long slow breaths, but Kahli could feel his pulse. She knew he was nervous, scared even. But, he blocked everything else from her. She didn’t know why he’d be afraid of her. Or, maybe, he blocked her for another reason, but Kahli wasn’t about to ask.

  After a moment, Will broke the gaze and looked down at his chest. “If that’s what you need, I will.” He released her arms and started to peel off his coat. As his fingers worked the buttons on the front of his shirt, Kahli couldn’t look away. She didn’t know what he was doing. It was freezing, even with the fire right next to them.

  “You saw the runes on my chest once before. Do you remember?” His fingers undid another button and his shirt began to fall open.

  Now that he said it, Kahli thought she remembered something, but the recollection was fuzzy and faded, like an old photograph left in the sun, bleached white with all the details missing.

  Brow pinching together, she nodded, “Vaguely.”

  Will pulled his arms out of the shirt, revealing his bare chest. His body was all muscle and smooth skin. Kahli stared, wanting to touch him, to feel the rise and fall of those muscles beneath her fingers. The thought shocked her. She tried to bury it, but Will smiled softly, like he’d already heard her. He took her hand in his and pressed the pads of her fingers to his chest.

  Kahli couldn’t breathe. She didn’t know what he was doing, but she didn’t pull away. “What are you—?”

  He cut her off, “Look. Read them. I know you can.”

  When Kahli looked down at his bare skin she saw a string of runes appear under her fingers. Will lifted his hands from hers knowing that she wouldn’t pull away. As she slid her hand across his chest, rune after rune appeared. Some of them didn’t make sense. They seemed to be more like symbols than words, but as her fingers grazed across his chest and down his side, Kahli recognized a rune. She slipped her fingers over his skin slowly, tracing a line down his side. As she touched him, blood-red runes seemed to burn under his skin, throbbing bright crimson, until her fingers passed over them and they faded back to the color of his skin. When her hand trailed down to Will’s waist she stopped.

  Swallowing hard, she looked up at him. Will was watching her, his lips parted slightly. “It’s your name,” she said, shocked. Will nodded slowly.

  The moment felt surreal, like time bent and stopped. The two stared at each other. Kahli didn’t know how much time p
assed before she spoke again. Will’s blue eyes were locked on hers, holding her in place. They were so close, but when she dropped her hand neither of them touched. The runes faded, hiding his real name—the one the vampires could use against him.

  Kahli moved her palm to his side again, hovering her hand over his warm skin. She wanted to touch him again, she wanted to feel the runes burn under her palm. Instead she hesitated, holding her hand less than an inch from his side. Her heart was pounding violently. Her mind couldn’t make sense of it, of what it meant.

  She pressed her lips together and tried to step away, but Will took her hand. “Say it,” he commanded. “Say my name.”

  Kahli was wide-eyed. She shook her head. The name wouldn’t tumble from her mouth. “No. It’s enough to see it. I trust you. I believe you.” It was what she needed, something of equal value—something equally damning—to be trusted with. She still couldn’t believe he showed her.

  “Then, why are you shaking?”

  Kahli looked at her hand, her fingers next to Will’s. He was so strong and her blood made him stronger. Blood. The thought jarred her. “Those are blood runes. They aren’t the same as mine.”