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  VENGEANCE IN BLOOD

  Book 3

  REBORN

  THOMAS A WATSON

  Copyright © December 25, 2017

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  Chapter One

  Feeling the pulse under her fingers weaken, Tiffany let go of Kenneth’s wrist as she sat up, “Bite him,” she told Besseta.

  Sobbing hard, Besseta turned back to Kenneth, and her body trembled as rivers ran down her cheeks. “He never told me he wanted to,” she whimpered. Leaning down and kissing Kenneth’s forehead, “Kenneth, baby, if you can hear me, please tell me what you want.”

  “Bite him,” Tiffany told her again, more forcefully.

  Keeping her eyes on Kenneth, “What if he doesn’t want that?” Besseta asked, lifting her hand to caress his face.

  “Blame me,” Tiffany said. “We’ll tell him, I made you.”

  A forced chuckle jerked Besseta’s body, “Like he would believe that,” Besseta said, then continued to cry. At a loss, Tiffany reached over, taking Kenneth’s hand.

  Gently, Besseta lifted Kenneth’s head, moving it off her lap. “I’m sorry baby, I can’t go on without you,” she whispered, leaning over him. “If you hate me for this, I’m sorry, and I’m willing to pay for it with my life.” Lowering her mouth to his neck, Besseta softly placed her open mouth on the side of Kenneth’s neck.

  As her canine teeth extended, they pierced his skin. When just a trickle of blood hit her mouth, Besseta’s body was rocked with grief. When her saliva hit the exposed wound, Kenneth’s body jerked under her; making Besseta wish for death. Not removing her mouth, she held until her mouth was full and started swallowing. Pulling her teeth out, Besseta gently licked the punctures as Kenneth’s body started to shiver. Lifting her head up as the two holes in Kenneth’s neck closed, Besseta brought her wrist to her mouth.

  The shiver continued to build until Kenneth’s body gave out rhythmic jerks, bouncing off the ground as the pain coursed through his body. Letting out a breath of relief, Tiffany ripped off Kenneth’s shirt. “What good is a bulletproof vest if it doesn’t stop bullets?” she groaned, undoing it and noticed two bullets stuck in the vest over Kenneth’s heart. “Well, at least it stopped some,” she added, pulling the vest over Kenneth’s head.

  Closing her eyes, Besseta bit her wrist and ground her teeth in deep. Taking her wrist out of her mouth and opening her eyes, blood poured out as she lowered it over Kenneth’s mouth. Tiffany moved to the other side and lifted Kenneth’s head off the ground, bringing it up to Besseta’s bleeding wrist.

  Placing the bleeding wound in Kenneth’s mouth, Besseta didn’t notice Tiffany closing his jaw around it. As his mouth filled with blood, Tiffany gasped when she felt Kenneth swallow. Besseta coughed when she saw Kenneth swallow and pushed her wrist further into his mouth.

  The blood flowed rapidly into Kenneth’s mouth and his body naturally swallowed several mouthfuls, but the blood was flowing too fast for him. He coughed, spraying both of them with blood. Besseta yanked her wrist back as Kenneth kept coughing.

  Tiffany looked around and saw the body of one of the attackers. Raising her hand, the body floated over to her. Grabbing it, Tiffany slid it under Kenneth’s head for a pillow. “Besseta, go find one to feed on, quickly,” Tiffany told her. Besseta slowly looked up at Tiffany. “Now, Besseta, we don’t have long before more show up.”

  Darting away, Besseta found two human attackers still clinging to life and brought them back next to Kenneth. Besseta bit one as Tiffany leaned down over the wound on Kenneth’s abdomen. Bringing her wrist to her mouth, Tiffany bit it and held it over the wound, dripping her blood on it. Then, she turned Kenneth on his side and dripped blood onto the much larger hole on his back.

  Besseta dropped the body she was feeding on, not getting any more blood out of it. “Thank you,” she whispered, kneeling back down.

  Looking up, Tiffany gave her a weak smile. “Lick the wound on his belly,” Tiffany told her as she leaned down. Kenneth’s body started jerking hard as Tiffany licked the hole on his back. With tears running down her face in a steady stream again, Besseta knelt down and did the same to the wound on Kenneth’s abdomen.

  Every muscle in Kenneth’s body locked up as they licked over the wounds, ebbing the blood flow, and fire filled his being. Besseta closed her eyes, hearing a silent scream from Kenneth’s mind. Not feeling as much blood coming out of the wound and not able to bear the screams from Kenneth’s mind, Besseta sat up.

  Seeing Besseta look at Kenneth’s face, Tiffany sat up and wiped the blood off her mouth. “Is he saying anything?”

  Shaking her head as she stared at the grimace on his face, “No,” Besseta whispered. “He’s screaming.”

  “Besseta!” Tiffany snapped. Besseta slowly tore her eyes from Kenneth’s face and looked at her. “Feed him again while I bandage the wounds.”

  Giving a weak nod, Besseta brought her wrist back to her mouth. Tiffany pulled her jacket off and started ripping it to shreds. As Besseta put her wrist into Kenneth’s mouth, Tiffany placed the torn jacket over the wounds and wrapped several strips around Kenneth. Satisfied, Tiffany tied the strips over both dressings.

  “That’s enough,” Tiffany said, looking over at the other body behind Besseta, hearing a faint heartbeat. Tiffany flashed over to the body and grabbed Besseta, spinning her around. “We feed together,” she said, picking the body up and pulling Besseta to the other side of the neck.

  Totally numb, Besseta did what she was told until Tiffany dropped the body. Stepping around Besseta, Tiffany bit her wrist again and knelt down beside Kenneth. Putting her wrist to Kenneth’s mouth, “Besseta, we have to leave. I can smell a large group of vampires with a pack of werewolves coming,” Tiffany told her, feeling Besseta’s grief.

  With the tears starting to abate, Besseta slowly nodded with a blank face while staring at Kenneth. Pulling her wrist from Kenneth’s mouth, Tiffany jumped up and grabbed Besseta’s shoulders. “Hey, snap out of it or he will die!” Tiffany hissed. “They wanted to kill him, and more are coming to finish the job. He was the focus of their attack, not us!”

  Anger flooded Besseta’s body and she snapped her eyes to Tiffany. “I’ll kill them all.”

  “Now isn’t the time, we have to leave. There’s way too many coming for us to fight. If we die or get captured, Kenneth dies,” Tiffany said, trying to reason with her and Besseta started panting in fear. “Besseta, I’m going to carry Kenneth and stay connected to you. You can’t take off fast or it might kill him. You will have to start running and slowly build up speed. The pack will be here before the vampires and I can’t outrun them. This fight has taken a lot
from me.”

  Reaching up, Besseta wiped her face, “Get him,” she said, smearing blood over her face.

  Tiffany walked over and picked up Kenneth as his body gave out another series of jerks, “Remember, start slow. When you get up to speed, run like you never have before and head south. We have to lead them away from home,” Tiffany instructed, floating off the ground.

  Besseta turned around as Tiffany floated closer and formed a bond in her mind to Besseta as she broke into a jog. Tiffany hovered behind Besseta as she slowly built up speed. Soon, the world was blurring by and Tiffany was getting nervous. She had never dreamed of speed like this.

  Floating behind Besseta, Tiffany’s eyes stayed wide, seeing Besseta weave in and out of traffic several times, then darting out off the coast. Leaning forward and pushing with everything she had, Besseta ran along the coast on the water. Holding Kenneth’s head tight to her chest, Tiffany looked behind them to see the water erupting in their wake.

  When Besseta turned back to land, Tiffany gave a sigh of relief and looked down at Kenneth who was lying limply in her arms. Twisting her arm and looking at her watch, “Besseta, find a place to stop, but not fast. Slow down to a stop,” Tiffany said.

  As the world slowly came back into focus Tiffany saw they were beside a highway. When Besseta came to a stop as she eased out of a jog, she turned around. “How is he?” she asked, stepping back and reaching up to caress Kenneth’s face.

  “No changes,” Tiffany answered, looking up over Besseta’s head and saw a sign. “We’re twenty miles from Richmond, Virginia?”

  Shrugging her shoulders, “I don’t know. You said head south,” Besseta answered in a depressed voice.

  Lowering herself and Kenneth to the ground, “You didn’t even run for two hours,” Tiffany noted, but Besseta didn’t reply. “Besseta, I need you to get Kenneth home and I’ll follow,” Tiffany said, reaching out and lifting her face up.

  Shock hit Besseta as she gasped, “You’re leaving me?”

  “No,” Tiffany told her. “I need stuff to help Kenneth, but I can’t get them close to where we live, or they’ll find us,” she explained and Besseta sighed with relief.

  “Okay, when will you be home?” Besseta asked, turning back to Kenneth.

  Handing Kenneth’s body over, “Before morning,” Tiffany assured her. “Put Kenneth in the bed, but don’t take off the bandages. There are three still down in the dungeon, feed and let Kenneth drink again,” she instructed.

  Looking up from Kenneth in her arms, “He’s taken a lot already,” Besseta said.

  “I know, and I’ll explain when I get home,” Tiffany told her. “After you feed Kenneth, you will need to feed to get your strength, in case they find you before I get there, understand?”

  Nodding, “Please hurry,” Besseta begged.

  “I will, now remember, don’t start off or slow down fast. The force could kill him,” Tiffany warned. “But get home fast.”

  Besseta nodded and turned, breaking into a slow jog and gradually speeding up. Just before she was out of Tiffany’s sight, Besseta blurred away. Closing her eyes, Tiffany made a mental list of what she would need as she turned toward Richmond. Opening her eyes, she took off, flashing down the dark highway.

  As Besseta ran, she could feel Kenneth’s body give an occasional jerk. Not able to look down at him because of how fast she was moving, Besseta just held him a little tighter, hoping he would understand and forgive her.

  Fighting not to cry, Besseta leaned forward pushing with everything she had and felt Kenneth start to shake in her arms. Quickly, she glanced down and saw Kenneth was having trouble breathing. Slowing to stop, she looked down and saw his breathing getting easier. Then it hit her; she was moving too fast for him to breathe. Then, she reasoned Tiffany’s ‘link’ had shielded Kenneth from the wind.

  Balancing Kenneth on one arm, she turned his face, so it was facing behind them. Looking back up and pulling him tight to her body, she continued until she felt Kenneth struggling to breathe, and slowed until his breathing was even.

  At Chicago, she hit the lake heading north and steered wide of any boats, so they wouldn’t report a jet of water shooting up in the air. Reaching the Upper Peninsula, Besseta once again ran along roads.

  She started to slow nearing her driveway. Leaping over the gate, Besseta slowed more and ended in a jog, stopping on the dock. Stepping over onto the boat, she gently laid Kenneth down. Starting the boat, the clock showed it wasn’t even midnight yet as she backed out. She had wanted to just run to the house, but knew she wouldn’t have enough room to ease to a stop without jarring Kenneth.

  Guiding the boat into the slip, Besseta jumped out and tied it off, then picked up Kenneth, jogging up to the front door. When she opened it, the dogs were jumping up and down vying for attention. When Bonnie and Clyde saw Kenneth, they stopped jumping and watched Besseta run upstairs.

  They followed, with Jack and Jill close behind. As Besseta laid Kenneth on the bed, they ran in the room and jumped up onto the bed. Bonnie moved up to the left side of Kenneth as Clyde moved up the right, with both stopping by his face.

  Sniffing him, they gently licked his face and then laid down, putting their heads on his neck. “He’s going to make it,” Besseta said with a weak smile, rubbing both of them. Looking down at Kenneth’s face, “He may hate momma and leave her, but I had to try,” she whimpered as Jack and Jill yapped from the floor, trying to jump up on the bed.

  Getting off the bed, “Watch him,” Besseta said and vanished. Jack and Jill let out a yelp, diving under the bed from the rush of wind Besseta had sucked out of the room. Bonnie and Clyde just lifted their heads up and laid them back on Kenneth.

  A few minutes later, just as Jack and Jill peeked out from under the bed, Besseta appeared holding two men over her arms. Hearing the men crying for mercy, Jack and Jill dove back under the bed.

  “Shut it,” Besseta commanded, dropping the one on her right shoulder. Grabbing the other one’s head, she clamped onto his neck. Terror filled his face and he started to scream, but the unbearable pain made the scream stop in his throat. She lifted her head up, feeling the man’s heartbeat stop. Tossing the body over in the corner like discarded trash, she stepped over to the other man who held up his hands, whimpering.

  “I said, shut it,” she growled and stomped on his leg, breaking it above the knee. A scream erupted as he grabbed his leg, but seeing Besseta raise her foot to stomp again, the man clamped a hand over his mouth. “Yes, it can get worse,” she answered the question in his mind, turning away and bringing her wrist to her mouth. The man watched her bite her own wrist and cringed, turning away.

  Climbing up onto the bed, Besseta held her wrist to Kenneth’s mouth. Kenneth weakly swallowed twice, then coughed as the blood tried to go down his windpipe. Pulling her wrist back, Besseta gently rolled Kenneth on his side until the coughing stopped.

  Rolling him carefully onto his back, Besseta looked at her wrist and saw it was already healed. Not wanting to send Kenneth into another coughing fit, she laid his head back on the pillow. Seeing Bonnie and Clyde move back to lay with him, Besseta gave a weak smile as the tears slowly started again.

  Kenneth’s body locked up and he let out a groan, arching his back off the bed and making the dogs jump back. In his mind, she heard Kenneth screaming in pain. Throwing herself on his chest, “Baby, I’m here,” Besseta whispered, hugging him. Slowly, Kenneth’s body relaxed back to the bed. Sitting up, Besseta caressed his face and saw sweat pouring off his body.

  Slowly, Kenneth’s head started jerking to one side followed by the rest of his body. The dogs backed away and Besseta scooted closer as the jerking intensified. “It’s okay, baby, shh,” she whispered as Kenneth’s jerking started moving the bed. Slowly the seizure ended, and Kenneth’s breathing was barely apparent.

  As her tears rained down on his face, Besseta picked up a corner of the sheet, wiping the frothy saliva off Kenneth’s mouth. The entire time, she caressed h
is face, whispering. She looked down at the bandages and noticed the one on the back was soaked in blood.

  Getting off the bed, the dogs took her spot beside Kenneth. Besseta went to the bathroom and came back with towels. Easing Kenneth up, she put one under his back to reinforce the dressing. Standing up and wiping the tears off her face, she saw Jack and Jill on the floor looking up at her.

  Picking them up, she put them on the bed, but soon put them back on the floor when they wouldn’t stop bouncing around Kenneth, wanting him to play. Climbing back on the bed, she just kneeled by Kenneth’s head, rubbing his face.

  Closing her eyes, Besseta concentrated on Kenneth’s mind. She sat like that for hours, calling out his name in her mind, but Kenneth’s mind remained a large void. Opening her eyes, she climbed off the bed and dropped to the floor, crying. When no more tears would come, she pulled herself up and opened the doors to the balcony.

  Stepping out, Besseta took a deep breath through her nose and thought of Tiffany. Relief flooded her when she could feel Tiffany moving quickly toward home. Jack and Jill ran out and stood up against her legs. Looking down at the puppies, “Your momma is almost home,” Besseta told them and tried to smile, but just couldn’t.

  Walking back inside, she climbed back up onto the bed, sitting on her knees and caressing Kenneth’s face. There she sat until she heard the front door open. Looking over at the clock, Besseta saw it was just past four thirty.

  Tiffany soon darted in the bedroom. Hanging off one shoulder was a large yellow bag with a red cross on it, and over the other shoulder hung a blue duffle bag just as big. In her hands, Tiffany was carrying a large white ice chest with a machine sitting on the top. Setting the ice chest down and letting the bags drop off her shoulders, Tiffany grabbed the machine.

  Walking over to the nightstand, she swept everything onto the floor, and then set the machine down. Standing up, she blinked her eyes rapidly and then looked down at Kenneth, “How is he?”