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  A Black Vampire Story

  Stina

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  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Love by Night: A Black Vampire Story

  Prologue

  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

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  Love by Night: A Black Vampire Story

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  Love by Night:

  A Black Vampire Story

  by

  Stina

  Prologue

  “Do you love me?” Kesh asked, his gleaming white teeth like shining lightbulbs against the dark. He hovered over the pretty girl in his bed, his long, twisted locks of hair dangling around his face as he moved between her legs with a rhythm that left her speechless. “I asked you a question,” he panted, swirling his hips faster and harder.

  She groaned but didn’t speak. He grabbed both of her hands and pinned them to the bed at the sides of her head.

  “I asked you a question,” he panted, swirling his hips faster and harder. “Look at me,” he whispered. “Look into my eyes.”

  “Mmm.” A low guttural moan was all the girl could manage.

  “Look at me,” Kesh demanded, grinding harder.

  The girl’s eyes fluttered open into slits, then widened with every thrust of his pelvis. She stared into Kesh’s eyes, mesmerized.

  He grinned, satisfied. He knew that between his powers, his thick, rock-hard love muscle, and the incense burning, her senses were scrambled. He could’ve gotten her to do anything in that moment. He’d already succeeded in taking over her mind, bending her to his every whim.

  This was nothing new for Kesh: he could seduce any woman. He’d been doing it for so long, it was becoming too easy.

  He looked down at the simple girl and thought, No will. No desire. No strength. Then he slammed into the girl without mercy, his swollen member more of a weapon than a source of pleasure. A low growl bubbled up from his core and escaped his lips. In that moment, he was one part man, one part monster.

  The girl, finally aware of the pain, opened her mouth to scream, but Kesh quickly clamped his hand over her open lips. His body bucked against hers with ferocity. He had to get it out. He had to feed all his needs.

  “I asked you a question. Do you love me?” he growled. His voice was deep and sinister. It made him sound how he felt, like a beast. A fire flashed in his eyes. He didn’t want to do it—he needed to do it.

  The girl stared up into Kesh’s contorted face. The terror ripping through her body stretched her eyes to capacity. She whimpered against his smothering hand. She should have listened to her friend and stayed away from Kesh. But there was something about him that called to her, like she was under his control.

  A lone tear leaked from each eye and pooled in her ears. She strained against his grip to move her head up and down—the only way she could say yes. Pain rippled across her face like the effect of a rock hitting a still pond.

  “Good. I hope it’s enough to die for.” Kesh smiled, revealing the weapon that was about to take her life. He slowly lowered his head to her neck. He wanted to savor this meal. Kesh opened his mouth, exposing his long, sharp canines, and bit down on her carotid artery. The girl’s legs moved like she was riding an invisible bicycle. Her pelvis bucked, but Kesh’s weight was too much. She was at his mercy.

  His eyes rolled into his head as he feasted. As he consumed her blood, he had an orgasm. When the girl finally stopped moving, Kesh loosened his grip. He finished his feast, then slid himself out of her. He liked to stay inside the women while he took their life. Kesh rolled off her and climbed off his tall black four-poster bed. He found his way out of the black mesh drapes that hung from each bedpost.

  “Weakling,” he mumbled, using his forearm to wipe the blood from his face and mouth. “Even tastes weak,” he complained.

  Kesh put on a pair of brown slacks before walking over to the antique glass-top bar in the far corner of his room. He scanned his choices. “Something strong,” he said aloud to himself. He picked up a bottle of vintage scotch. “You’ll do.” He poured himself a double shot and took it straight to the head.

  “Ah,” Kesh said and winced, feeling the libation light up his chest and stomach. It still wasn’t enough to soothe his longing. He was bored being king of his clan. He could have any woman of his kind that he wanted, but Kesh thought they were all weak. He wanted a challenge: someone strong and intriguing.

  He walked over to his old platinum treasure chest, bent down in front of it, and opened it. In the dark room, the contents lit up like Christmas lights. Kesh reached down into the purple velvet-lined chest and picked up the tiny goosenecked bottle. He held it up to his face, examined the contents, and let out an exasperated breath. He’d had the elixir for years now, but what good was it? A tiny drop of the liquid had the power to take over the strongest mind. The rules said it could be used only on humans and not on others like him.

  “I guess I’ll never get to use it,” he whispered. “They’re all so easy without it. I haven’t met a solid, strong one yet.” Kesh sighed at the thought. Over the years, since his making, he’d watch women fight for the right to vote, fight for the right to work and get equal pay, fight for the right to have abortions, and lead an entire feminist movement, yet he couldn’t find a woman who could challenge him enough to be his queen. Women swooned over him and competed for his time and attention. He wanted one who wouldn’t be so easy, so boring.

  A loud knock at the door interrupted Kesh’s thoughts. He quickly put the bottle back into the chest and closed it.

  “Who is it?” he called out.

  “Me.”

  “Tiev? Come in.”

  Tiev, Kesh’s best friend and second in command, entered the room and immediately shook his head.

  “I thought you liked her?” Tiev asked, looking over at the limp, pale leg hanging off the side of the bed.

  Kesh shook his head and shrugged. “I thought so too.”

  “It’s been a hundred years, brother. When are you going to, as the mortals say, settle down with a companion? Is anyone going to be good enough?”

  Kesh looked over at his beautiful victim and smirked. “I don’t know, Tiev. I guess when I find the one.”

  “Well, hurry up. The longer you’re without a mate, the easier it is for them to attack us again. Our fate depends on it,” Tiev said seriously.

  Kesh rubbed his chin, contemplating what his friend had said. Tiev was right. In their world, a true king ha
d a mate. Although she carried muted powers and had limited control, the queen, they all knew, gave the king his strength. It was the queen who kept the king’s needs fed and who stopped at nothing to protect him and his entire following. But that meant whoever was chosen to be queen had to be strong too. Kesh knew he hadn’t yet found the one.

  “Is everyone ready to move?” Kesh asked, changing the subject. He’d had this conversation with Tiev a million times.

  “Yes. I told them all tonight. Have you decided where?”

  Kesh turned toward Tiev. “We’re going back to where it all started for me. North Carolina. Raleigh, North Carolina.”

  Chapter 1

  Adirah sang along to Whitney Houston’s “Greatest Love of All” as the engine in her beat-up 1999 Honda Accord sputtered and hissed across the North Carolina state line.

  “Finally,” Adirah yelled over the music. “I made it.”

  She had been driving for fifteen hours from New York City and had stopped only once to use the bathroom. Even that was a chance she’d taken, since she had had to run inside and leave the car running for fear that it wouldn’t start up again. Adirah had pumped her fist when she returned to find her car still there.

  “Beast mode,” Adirah cheered, slapping the steering wheel to let the car know how much she appreciated her. “Lucinda, we made it. We made it. Two girls from the hood made it all the way down here to chase our dreams.” Adirah laughed.

  Nothing was going to stop Adirah from going to the college of her dreams. She was determined to make a difference in the lives of women who’d grown up under the same circumstances she had endured as a child.

  “I can’t wait to tell Mommy that I made it. And, Adol, I’m going to make you proud . . . ,” Adirah said, her voice trailing off. She thought back to . . .

  Brooklyn, New York

  August 2007

  “Shh.” Adirah placed a shaky hand over her little brother, Addis’s mouth. He continued to moan, despite her squeezing. She could feel his entire body trembling just like hers.

  “Addis, be quiet, or he will hear you,” Adirah whispered harshly in his little ear. It was all she could do to protect him from the danger lurking outside of their bedroom door.

  Adolphis, her older brother by two years, sat across from them, his head down, his knees to his chest, and his fists curled at his sides. He rocked back and forth. Something Adirah had seen before—a sign that he was in distress.

  “Please! No! No!”

  Adirah jumped at the sound of her mother’s pleading screams. She stared across the room at the door, silently praying it didn’t burst open at any minute. Adirah’s heart sank, and the gnawing disappointment of powerlessness settled inside of her. She couldn’t do anything to save her mother.

  “No! No!” her mother screamed some more.

  Addis whimpered and curled his body closer to Adirah’s. She tried to comfort him, but she could barely control her own shaking hands and pounding heart. Sweat beads ran a race down her back, and her throat was desert dry.

  “It . . . it’s o-okay,” Adirah whispered, burying Addis’s face in her stomach. “I’m going to protect you.” But who was going to protect her? At ten years old, Adirah felt like she’d been left in the middle of barren lands with no food or water. She felt like a leaf left out in the sun.

  Loud thumps and crashing glass resounded through their bedroom door. More screams from their mother cut through the silence of their room. Adirah’s chest trembled as tears streaked her dark skin, leaving salty white lines down her cheeks. She listened as her father’s booming voice got closer. He cursed her mother in Ibo—his native Nigerian language. Adirah was able to make out some of the words—whore, liar, slut. She couldn’t understand what evil thing had possessed her father, but it seemed to be coming more often. Almost every day.

  “Agh!” Her mother let out another ear-shattering scream.

  This time, Adolphis got to his feet, his chest heaving. He stared at the door, ready to charge like a bull at the sight of a matador’s red cape.

  “No, Adol. You can’t go. Stay here,” Adirah pleaded, her shaky voice coming out in raggedy, jagged breaths.

  “He is going to kill her this time. I have to help her,” Adolphis said, starting for the door.

  Adirah unhooked herself from Addis and scrambled to her feet. “No, Adol. Please. Let’s just wait.” She had seen what her father was capable of in his fits of fury. Their mother had already suffered a broken nose, a broken eye socket, knocked-out teeth, broken ribs, and too many bruises to name. Adirah had been the one to care for her mother each time her father left her battered until she could barely move.

  “You’re not big enough yet, Adol,” Adirah pleaded, blocking his path with her body. Adolphis pushed back. They struggled against each other. Adirah was desperate to keep her brother in the room. “He will hurt you bad. You have to stay here, with us.”

  Just then, more screams cut through the door. Adirah startled, instinctively whipped her head around. The distraction lasted long enough for her brother Adolphis to push her aside and yank the door open.

  “No! God, no!” her mother hollered, the sound amplified.

  Adirah watched as Adolphis barreled forward with the force of a wrecking ball.

  “Leave her alone!” Adolphis barked. Adirah cringed when Adolphis slammed into her father. “Leave her alone, I said! Let her go!”

  Adirah watched in horror as her father released his grip on her mother’s hair and, with a powerful shove, sent her mother’s head slamming to the floor.

  “You think you’re a man now?” her father barked in Ibo. “You think you can stand up to me in my own house?” he said, turning his attention to Adolphis.

  Adolphis did not back down. His feet were firmly planted on the floor, his chest was puffed out, and his shoulders were squared. He pointed at his father and said, “Don’t touch her again. I will protect her from you. I won’t let you hurt her again.”

  Adirah swallowed hard. Her father’s laugh made her shiver like someone had pumped ice water into her veins. It was the same malevolent cackle he’d made right before he knocked her mother unconscious in their kitchen one time.

  “You don’t want me to touch my own whore of a wife?” her father snarled. He walked over to her mother, lifted his boot, and kicked her in the stomach.

  Adirah winced and clamped her hands over her mouth to stifle the scream that bubbled up in her throat.

  “What will you do about it?” Her father towered over both Adolphis and his wife; his eyes were flashing like a flame of malice.

  “Argh!” Adolphis charged forward, his fists out in front of him.

  Her father caught Adolphis by the throat with one hand. “You wanted this?” her father yelled, spit spewing from his lips. “You wanted to be treated like a man?” He clamped down on Adolphis’s neck and lifted him off his feet. At twelve years old, Adolphis was no match for her father’s six-foot-three-inch, 250-pound frame.

  In Adirah’s eyes, her father was a monster with seemingly superhuman strength. She had seen him in action before, but this time, his eyes seemed to glow orange and red, and his face scrunched into the shape of a beast’s . . . a werewolf on attack, baring sharp teeth, drooling from the sides of his mouth. Adirah squeezed her eyes shut. She was experiencing a nightmare. She prayed that when she opened her eyes, everything would be normal and she would be in her bed. Her prayers weren’t answered: the evil image of her father’s face turned back into its human form, but the scene was just as violent.

  As her father squeezed Adolphis’s neck, Adirah heard something crack and crunch. Things had already gone too far, and there was no going back. Her mother screeched from the floor; blood leaked from her head. Addis screamed at Adirah’s side. They all watched, horrified and terrified.

  Adolphis’s legs dangled as if he were hanging from a noose. His body bucked, and he clawed at his father’s fingers. He let out a sickening gurgle, which made Adirah feel as if a thousand spiders
were crawling over her skin.

  “Please!” Adirah cried out, finally finding her voice. She watched her brother’s face turn a shocking shade of burgundy, while his lips turned pale gray. White foam oozed from the left side of his mouth. “Daddy! Please!” Adirah begged. “He didn’t mean it! Please, let him go!” She fell to her knees. Her pleas fell on deaf ears. Adolphis’s eyes rolled so far into the back of his head, all Adirah could see was white.

  Her father cackled again. The sound rang in Adirah’s ears over and over as she stood rooted to the floor, unable to take her eyes off Adolphis until he went limp.

  Adirah watched the life leave his body. His legs stopped moving. His arms dangled at his sides, and urine dripped down his pant leg.

  “Adol!” Adirah screamed so loud, the back of her throat itched. “No! Adol!”

  Her father finally released his grip. Adolphis’s body fell lifeless at Adirah’s feet just before she passed out.

  “I’m going to do it all for you, Adol,” Adirah murmured, touching the sterling silver locket with her brother’s picture inside that she wore around her neck. “You tried to save us once, but now it is my turn.”

  As Adirah drove her car onto the campus of historic Billet University, she inhaled and exhaled. This was the start of a new beginning. Her past was behind her; she was looking forward only from here on out.

  “I’m going to make our entire family proud,” she murmured. “And this is the place that is going to make it happen.”

  Adirah had done tons of research on the university and its rich legacy for people of color. Billet was one of the only schools founded by African Americans back in the 1800s. But the school’s existence hadn’t come without a struggle and, ultimately, some bloodshed. Adirah had read about the race war between blacks and whites that had happened right on the campus grounds. She’d been proud to learn that her people had prevailed, although hundreds had died. The school had since become one of the premier colleges for African-American students, although it boasted a legacy of complete diversity. Adirah had literally jumped for joy when she’d gotten her acceptance letter.