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  Vampire Kissed

  Supernaturally Yours Book One

  S Lucas

  Vampire Kissed

  (Supernaturally Yours Book One)

  S Lucas

  Copyright © 2022

  S Lucas All rights reserved

  This work of fiction is intended for mature audiences only.

  The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead are entirely coincidental.

  S Lucas asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.

  No part of this book may be reproduced, or stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without express written permission of the author.

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  Cover design: Blue Crescent Covers

  Editor: BBB Publishings

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  Contents

  Preface

  Content Warning

  Prologue

  1. Chapter 1

  2. Chapter 2

  3. Chapter 3

  4. Chapter 4

  5. Chapter 5

  6. Chapter 6

  7. Chapter 7

  8. Chapter 8

  9. Chapter 9

  10. Chapter 10

  11. Chapter 11

  12. Chapter 12

  13. Chapter 13

  14. Chapter 14

  15. Chapter 15

  16. Chapter 16

  17. Chapter 17

  18. Chapter 18

  19. Chapter 19

  20. Chapter 20

  21. Chapter 21

  22. Chapter 22

  23. Chapter 23

  24. Chapter 24

  25. Chapter 25

  26. Chapter 26

  27. Chapter 27

  28. Chapter 28

  29. Chapter 29

  30. Chapter 30

  31. Chapter 31

  32. Chapter 32

  33. Chapter 33

  34. Chapter 34

  35. Chapter 35

  36. Chapter 36

  37. Chapter 37

  38. Chapter 38

  39. Chapter 39

  40. Epilogue

  Afterword & Thanks

  About Author

  Also By

  Preface

  A lot happens in this story, and it's been a bit of a rollercoaster ride during the writing and editing process. After seeing a cover on a group, the characters all decided they were taking up permanent residence in my brain until I wrote their story. I had so many other things to be working on when NaNoWriMo started on November 1st, but these guys just took over and that was that.

  Compared to my previous books, this one definitely touches on some much darker themes, so please make sure to read the content warning before proceeding.

  Most of all I just really hope you enjoy the world and characters I have created, this won't be the last time this world is visited.

  Content Warning

  This is a paranormal reverse harem and has darker themes that may be triggering to some readers including:

  Sexual assault (including rape, not to the FMC)

  Strong violence

  Necrophilia

  There is also M/M action between the men in the harem.

  Please keep these in mind before reading this story.

  Prologue

  Demi

  The world has changed so much since my parents were children and not for the better. They used to tell me stories of how there was a time when humans ruled the world. But that's not the case anymore. Everything has changed. In fact, at this point, the world has gone to shit, or at least it has, in my opinion. When my parents were still kids, the world was normal. But then the supernaturals came out of the closet. The demons dragged themselves out of Hell in search of souls; the vampires came out of the shadows thirsting for blood, and the wolves crept out of the forest, taking women and dragging them back to their lairs. Or at least that's how the stories go.

  Now they run the world, different supernaturals claiming their own territories. The United States has been split into factions, each taken over by a different type of supernatural. The vampires took the West, the wolves, the mountains and central, and the demons took the East. They make the rules now; what they say goes. Their takeover was slow at first, slipping into important roles and working their way to the top. There were some already hiding in plain sight we didn’t know about. But once the others made themselves known, the rest followed suit until they were in charge.

  There is now a Supernatural Council, with one member from each species, that runs their designated territories. The demons claim souls to take back to Hell, and once your time is up, you're all theirs. They can make all the deals they want and there is nothing anyone can do about it. The wolves have a ball each year to find their mate. All women of age must attend. In my area, the vampires are in charge. Each month, they require everyone over the age of eighteen to donate blood. If you don't donate and try to run from it, they hunt you down.

  There are few who miss their monthly donation, and those that do are never seen again. For all I know, they kill you on sight. Or they could take you to harvest your blood, leaving you hooked up to machines to drain you at a slow enough rate so you keep replenishing it. Those in charge say they need the blood donations to keep the vampires fed, to keep them civilized, and to stop the risk of them draining people dry. But I'm not sure I believe that anymore. I've seen too much over the years.

  My parents were born in Oregon. Even after they knew who was taking over, my grandparents didn't want to leave. They stayed, and here we are to this day, or at least this is where I still am. My brother Antonio left not long after my parents died. The cops filed their deaths as a home invasion gone wrong, but I never believed that, not after how I found them.

  My mom had called me that fateful night. I still remember her screams as she told me a monster had killed my dad. Then the screams stopped, and the line went dead. I’d rushed straight over to their house, breaking every speed limit to get there. The door was ajar and I’ll never forget what I saw when I opened it. There was blood everywhere. Odd you might think, for vampires. I found my dad in the living room, covered in claw marks, with his throat ripped out. I’d jumped into nurse mode and checked his pulse, but with the extent of his injuries, I already knew he was dead.

  Walking carefully around the blood pool surrounding his body, I made my way along the hall to my parents’ bedroom. That’s where I’d found my mom. Her eyes were looking straight at the door, her hand out to the side and the phone she’d called me from on the floor next to the bed. It was smashed to pieces as if someone had trodden on it. She was no longer clothed. Her legs were splayed open, and every inch of her skin was covered in blood.

  I had crumpled to the floor next to the bed, holding her cold hand. That’s where the cops I didn’t remember calling had found me; my cell phone clutched in my fingers, tears streaming down my face. When they tried to move me, I started screaming, and they had to sedate me in the back of the ambulance. That’s where my brother had found me after they’d called him. Curled up in a ball on a gurney, staring at the blood coating my skin.

  Shaking my head, I pull myself away from the images flashing up in my mind. I know it wasn’t a home invasion, it couldn’t have been. There was too much blood, and after the cops had done their thing and left, I checked the house. Nothing had been taken, not even my mother’s diamond necklace. Her words about th
e monster were cemented in my mind. She hadn’t said ‘intruder’; she’d said monster. But what kind?

  A vampire would have drained their blood, not let it splatter all over the walls and floor. Blood is too precious a commodity to be wasted to vampires. I know there are other supernaturals in the area, however, they can only enter with special permission from those in charge. But what if there is something flying under the radar that they don't know about?

  My brother asked me to leave with him, but I refused. My life was here. As soon as he thought I was okay, he hightailed it out of town and left me here to fend for myself. He still calls me once a month, but our calls are mundane. We tell each other about work. I never tell him I miss him, and he doesn’t say it either. We never talk about what happened to our parents. It's a no-go subject. I tried to tell him what I saw straight after the attack, but he refused to listen and told me it was a home invasion.

  Chapter 1

  Demi

  Looking down at my gloved hands, they are stained with blood. But it's not mine, just like it wasn't that night my parents died. Some days working in the emergency department are harder than others. You take the wins where you can find them because the losses are so hard. Having to tell families their loved one has died is one of the hardest things I have to do.

  Taking off my gloves, I dump them into the trash can, sanitizing my hands as I leave. A multi-vehicle accident on the 205 left us needing all hands on deck. My patient, a young woman named Cindy Mitchell, had come in with crush injuries and internal damage. No matter what we did, there was no way to save her. It is her blood on my hands.

  A hand on my shoulder startles me and I whirl my head around. Doctor Michael Scott, my friend and boss, is standing behind me. His face is solemn, and he looks as tired as I feel. It's been a hard shift, and the death of Cindy has taken its toll on both of us. Resting my hand on his, my shoulders droop as I let out a sigh.

  "Your shift ended thirty minutes ago, Demi. Go get changed and head home. I'll speak to Miss Mitchell's family."

  "Thanks, Doctor Scott." I would never think to call him by his first name in the ER, but we've been friends ever since I started at the hospital.

  Michael gives my shoulder a squeeze before removing his hand and heading to the family room where Cindy's parents are waiting for news about their daughter. I watch as he walks away. I should go with him and offer my support, but I'm exhausted to the point where I just want to drop where I'm standing. All I need to do is get back to the locker room, get out of my scrubs, and head home.

  Glancing at my watch, it's 6:32 am. My shift was meant to end at six, but with multiple casualties coming in, it wasn't like I could stop chest compressions and walk away. Leaving the ER, I head for the locker room. When I get inside, there is no one else around. I open my locker and grab my clothes, shoving them onto the bench behind me. Slipping off my crocs, I drop my pants and tug my shirt over my head. The blood on them still isn't quite dry.

  Standing in just my underwear and socks, I grab my laundry bag and shove the dirty clothes and shoes inside. I have a pile of scrubs waiting at home to be washed. Slipping into my jeans, I tug them up my legs before throwing on a t-shirt and hoodie. The bench is hard beneath me as I pull on my sneakers and let out another sigh.

  I still have to drive home, but the temptation to just call for an Uber and pick up my car over the weekend is real. Maybe I could even leave it here until my next shift on Saturday. Taking my hair out of my now messy ponytail, I pull the loose strands back from my face and throw it into a bun and gather up my things.

  The locker room door opens, and Michael shuffles inside. His face is drawn, and there are dark circles under his brown eyes. His eyes drift to me and he smiles weakly.

  "You okay?" He makes his way over to me, throwing an arm over my shoulder and pulling me close.

  "I'll be fine. I just need to sleep. Though I’m not sure how much of that I'll get, Ginny's still dragging me out tonight." I shrug.

  "Give her my love. Wish I could come out tonight, but my dad's not feeling too good. Promised my mom I'd head over for the weekend, take her to the store and stuff."

  "You're a good son, Michael. I'm sure Momma Scott will appreciate it. Tell her I said hi." His mom is the sweetest woman I've met. Both his parents are amazing, just like him.

  Leaning up, I give him a kiss on the cheek and smile. He squeezes me tighter. We've always had an easy friendship, even though he's my boss and meant to be totally off-limits. There was one night after one too many bottles of wine, but we realized it just would not work. We were better as friends than lovers.

  "I'll see you on Sunday, Demi. Don't do anything I wouldn't do and try not to be too hung over for your shift on Saturday."

  "So pretty much nothing, then?" I let out a giggle, and Michael joins me in my laughter.

  Dropping his arm to his side, he kisses the top of my head and I leave the locker room. I walk past a few other nurses and doctors, nodding at them as I pass and head for the exit. The sun is barely up as I leave through the double doors. A few ambulances are pulling up, but I keep walking. My shift is over. It's someone else's problem now, as hard as that is for me to think.

  As I move across the parking lot, a shiver races down my spine. I stop and look over my shoulder. It feels like someone is watching me, but I don't see anyone else. Hurrying along, I pull my keys out of my bag. When I reach my car, I open the door and jump inside, engaging the locks as soon as the door is closed.

  Throwing both bags into the passenger seat, I scan the lot again, but it's still empty.

  You're just tired, Demi. Stop freaking yourself out.

  Jamming my key into the ignition, I start the car and head for home. I can rarely park directly outside my apartment, but there's a small lot at the end of the block. When I pull in, there are a few empty spaces available. Shifting my car into one of them, I grab my stuff and get out.

  The walk to my apartment is slow. All I want right now is my bed. As I get closer to the apartment block door, I shiver again, but this time I ignore it. Opening the main door, I head inside and check my mailbox, just the usual bills and junk mail. They can wait for now. Moving down the hall, I reach my door and use the key to let myself in.

  I kick off my shoes as I make my way across the living room, heading straight for my bedroom. It's pitch black in here, and I thank God for blackout curtains. Shoving the door shut, I don't even bother to turn on the light. I drop my laundry by the door and take my other bag to the bed. Plugging my phone in, I leave it on the side table.

  One by one I shrug off my clothing, bar my t-shirt. I let them all drop to the floor along with my bra and crawl under the sheets. As soon as my eyes close, I'm dead to the world.

  I'm running through a forest. My arms and legs are being whipped by twigs as I rush past them, but I can't stop. My heart is pounding out of my chest as I pump my arms. I can feel my calves cramping. My feet are bare, and every pound of them against the ground sends lightning pain through the soles of my feet as the debris littering the floor cuts them open.

  A growl echoes around the forest. It's so close. When it comes again, it sounds like it's just behind me. Keep going, Demi. Just keep going. I know I need to. I just don't know how much longer I can keep up this pace. I glance over my shoulder, but all I see are shadows. As I swing my head back around, I see it. A gnarled tree root in my path. I can't avoid it, and I don't have enough time to slow down.

  My left foot tangles underneath it and I go down hard. A solid blow to my knees as I land. My hands only just stop my face from smashing into the ground. Air rushes out of my lungs from the impact as I crawl across the leaf strewn dirt.

  I need to get up, but my ankle is throbbing. I feel breath glance off the back of my neck, and I throw myself onto my back. Something jumps on top of me, and a scream escapes through my lips. Glowing eyes and fangs descend on me as I scream again, my hands raised above me to defend myself.

  Sitting bolt upright in bed, my s
cream follows me from the dream world. My eyes cut around my darkened room. Scrambling for the lamp beside my bed, I click the switch and light floods the room, blotting out most of the darkness. Looking around again, there's no one in here but me. Resting my hand on my chest, I wait for my heart rate to return to normal. I've been having nightmares since the night my parents died, and they are always much worse after a bad night in the ER.

  Pulling myself out of bed, I head for the shower and turn on the water. I have a few hours to get myself ready for tonight. Looking in the mirror, I'm going to need it. That and at least a bucket's worth of coffee. Stepping into the shower, I scrub my hair and body clean, washing away the grime from work.

  Wrapped up in a towel, I head into the open plan lounge that leads into the kitchen and go straight to the coffee machine, clicking it on. The rich aroma floods the room as the liquid gold drips into the pot. Filling a cup, I dump in two sugars and creamer before taking a sip. With my towel still wrapped around me, I potter around my apartment for a while as I drink my coffee.

  Looking out of the window, I can see the multiple shadows thrown across the grass in the yard behind my building as the sun disappears from the sky, I must have slept the day away. As I focus on the shadows, they seem to shift. Glowing eyes blink at me, and I take a step back from the window. What the hell is out there? When I look again, the eyes are gone. I mustn't be getting enough sleep at the moment. I'm seeing things and my nerves are fried.

  I’m not sure if I want to go out tonight anymore, but I promised Ginny we’d go for belated drinks to celebrate her birthday. My shifts had fallen so that I couldn’t make the original plan with the rest of our friends. I wanted to do something during the day; it's the safest time for us humans, but she wanted to go to this club that another of our friends had told her about and I don't want to disappoint her. We'd done nights out before and I'm not sure what is putting me off so much this time. Something in the back of my mind is making me wary, warning me about something. I don’t trust the monsters. I haven’t since that day, but this week it's been worse.