Survival Book 2 of the Undead Series

By Ark Means

Book 2 of the Undead Series picks up where the first left off, but it has way more to offer with new and exciting characters that promise to sweep you off of your feet and make you wish that vampires were indeed a part of our reality.

Helen Scott is back and her and her creations are more fearless than ever before. Will this lack of fear and need for survival be enough to save her from Luther and his skillful fighting sword swinging Son in darkness Marcus, along with others of his creation or will these creatures of the night inevitably destroy each other?

Both Helen and Luther have created their own small armies and both have been trying to gain strength for the up coming battle that Luther hopes will end in Helen's destruction and she hopes will gain her total and complete freedom to live out her eternity as she sees fit.

Be on the lookout for Strength the third and final book of the Undead Series.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ark Means
• Release date: May 14, 2011
• ISBN: 9781458028600

Ark Means

About me is of no importance just know that I love horror, mystery and fantasy. I live for the movie or book that could scare the living shit out of me for my mind is a jumble of insanity, screaming to be let out and I do this through my writing.

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Survival

Book 2 of the Undead Series

By

Ark Means

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Survival

Book 2 of the Undead Series

Copyright © 2011 by Ark Means

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Introduction

For the first time I awakened from a rejuvenation sleep and found that I was not completely driven by instinct. The need to feed or run through the forest to burn off a bit of energy was the furthest thing from my mind. Instead I lie there on the mattress staring up at the ceiling with my hands folded behind my head reminiscing of mortal life.

I began to float there just above the bed with thoughts of my mother, my job, the life that I would never get to lead. I’d never get to be married in a church under God with the man perfectly made for me as my mother watches with happy tears rolling down her cheeks. I’d never have a child running around who is an excellent mixture of my husband and me.

The thought of such things brought upon a sadness so great that I wished I could roll over and die. Then I found myself wondering about death for those such as me. What is to become of us if we are destroyed with fire, are our actions to be judged or do we go straight into the lake of fire and brimstone burning for the rest of eternity.

I could picture the devil with a smile upon his face as I scream in agony and he looks a lot like Luther. He taunts me about how I could have lived forever a life that most only dream of. I closed my eyes and there was the image of my mother’s face and a strange man that I would never get to share my life with and the child that would never be.

Luther would advise me not to think of such things. He’d say ‘Helen ours is a wonderful existence that will last forever, yet the life of a human can end with the blink of an eye.’ With that thought I opened up my eyes and I was back resting upon the mattress, I swung my bare feet over the side of the bed and was sitting up.

It was that moment that I remembered Marcus and wondered why the house seemed so quiet. Within an instant I found myself smack dead in the center of the living room and I could feel Marcus’s presence nowhere near the premises. I went outside and circled the house and Marcus was nowhere to be found.

With the moon only half full the night was dark yet I could still make out Marcus’s black SUV, so wherever he was he was on foot. I knew that if he was hunting he’d be far away from the house, what I didn’t know was how long it would be before he got back. I went into the house to find his car keys on the coffee table. It was as if Marcus wanted me to escape. I picked up the keys and flopped down on one of the sofas with them still in hand wondering whether or not I should go through with it.

CHAPTER 1

This is the perfect time for your escape. An unfamiliar voice spoke to me as if, whoever the hushed whisper belonged to was standing right next to me. I looked about the room from my seated position on the sofa. Stop missing your mother and go and see her, she’s very lonely without you, it went on.

I first assumed this bodiless whisperer to be Luther and that this was some sort of test to see if I could be trusted. I laughed out loud tossed the keys back onto the table and made my way over to a window. Then it continued, go now, it said, your babysitter is nearing his return. In his hunger he left his keys and he realizes this now.

It was that moment that I knew the voice wasn’t Luther, it was something else and I refused to follow its orders until it revealed itself to me. Who or what are you? I shouted out. And whoever you may be, why are you attempting to aid me in escape? What’s in it for you? It’s wrong the way he keeps you hostage here, it said. This is the perfect time to make your escape and you’d better hurry. For not only is your brother headed back but your dark creator as well.

The hissing sound of its voice echoed inside my head, I didn’t know whether to obey or run for cover. It was the first time since I’d been turned that I felt completely out of control, I had no idea how to react. One of the perks of being bodiless is the ability to observe without being detected, go now strong one and I promise all will be revealed to you in due time.

With this said I had no other thoughts of defiance I snatched the keys up from the table and just as quickly I was driving off into the night full speed ahead in Marcuse’s black luxury SUV. The scent of its smoky gray colored, leather interior disturbed my sense of smell. Halfway into civilization I realized that this thing could be leading me to my demise maybe it wanted me away from the only thing that was keeping me safe.

I became lost in thought. This thing was not only capable of reading my mind, as Marcus but it communicated with me inside my head. Already I feared it, without even knowing exactly what it was. I knew one thing it was powerful enough to not only exist without a body but read minds and communicate.

I imagined that such a being would have to originate straight from the pits of hell itself. Never mind me it said. I was shocked to find it still with me even when I was miles away from the forest. Your mother awaits It continued. At that moment I just knew I’d totally lost my fucking mind and that the voice was my own creation. It evolved from the evilness building inside of me every since the day I joined the undead.

It was always meant to happen, my escaping Luther’s authority to hunt down the source of our power, until I grew sick of it or was forced to stop, whichever came first. To my surprise Luther’s home was located in a remote forest in Indiana, not too far from Illinois. I wasn’t as far away from civilization as I presumed. It was a two hour ride while driving and probably less than half that on foot, right after a feeding, when my powers are at full charge. With that thought I knew that Luther and his other creation were more than likely on my tail. He’d know exactly where I was headed, that’s why you need to stash the truck soon and continue on foot it’s much faster the voice spoke.

The dryness of hunger began to rise from deep in my throat. I wasn’t strong enough to run at full speed and if so it wouldn’t last for long. Then feed, it said, kill as many as you can along the way you’ll need the strength, for when your dark master catches up with you.

He isn’t my master. I found myself yelling out loud at the voice inside my head. It, might as well had been my master, with the way I obeyed it’s every suggestion. I left the truck parked on a busy street nowhere near where I was headed. The keys were left in the ignition and the door left open, I hoped that someone would steal it and maybe this could lead Luther in another direction.

Wearing a pair of relaxed fitting jeans, gray T-shirt and shoeless, my long dark hair wisped in the late night wind as I leaped rooftops in search of my first victims. The booming life of the city and its pollution overwhelmed me, more than anything the lonely forest could have produced. The clatter of loud noises became almost unbearable and the many different scents which filled my nostrils were the same. People were walking the streets conversing with each other or speaking loudly into cell phones. The traffic was noisy and I could also hear the voices of people in their homes, babies cried, dogs barked and cats meowed, focus was almost impossible after being isolated for so long.

Luther seemed worried about me going blood crazy at the scent of every person which crossed my path. Yet at that instant I became sure that he knew that my senses would become too disturbed for me to even think about such a thing right away. I felt like dropping to my knees, covering both ears and pinching my nostrils closed all at the same time. Sight was just as torturing with so much going on I didn’t know where to look.

You must find away to focus before you use up all your strength the voice spoke. As I leaped the rooftops in full speed I recognized that I was slowing down and it wasn’t by choice. My batteries were running low and I had to recharge soon.

Finally I spotted them. A prostitute was performing a service down on her knees in the back of a dark alley. The short awful smelling male, had his back to me as the boney female pleasured him with her eyes closed. Moans escaped the man’s lips sounding disturbingly loud and perverted to me. Yet human ears would probably not even have heard them considering the other noisy commotions taking place in the city. I jumped silently from my position on top of the roof and landed right behind the male, my bare feet striking the rough black concrete without sound. Very quickly I grabbed them both by the throat, standing the female up on her feet and pressing the male up against the wall.

They were both so filthy, the smell was horrific. Stale cheep whine, mixed with tobacco, and the scent of the dirty clothing which hung from their unwashed bodies, mingled with another substance perhaps some toxic street drug. They were both out of their minds and neither one feared me, the man thought he was getting a two for one deal, he said, Boy where were you at when I made my pick. You’re way too beautiful to be doing this baby but I’ll take what I can get.

The woman seemed to be glad to be rid of the duty of sucking his nasty little penis. You don’t have to be so rough. She said. This one isn’t into the rough shit and even if he were he didn’t pay enough. You must be friends with Roscoe? She glanced over at the male who just shook his head yea.

I had released the two by this point realizing that they wouldn’t try to run or put up a fight. They feared the vicious pimp that was sitting in wait for the deed to be done so his bitch could move on to the next worthless male willing to pay. It was all so very easy, seductively I began kissing the neck of the male and caressing his exposed genitals as the female sandwiched me from behind and began to slide her hands along my thighs and rear end.

With my teeth piercing through his warm flesh the man begin to moan loudly and this excited the female. Her hands frantically caressed me everywhere and she kissed the back of my neck. Unknown to the female I’d already sucked the male dry and his