The Fall of Darkness: Bad Blood, #3

By Alina Popescu

The most dangerous trials always hit when you're at your weakest.

Every time Alexa puts herself back together, something worse hits her and sends her back to the bottom of the abyss. As she struggles to make sense of the pieces of her shattered life, a new threat emerges.

Vampires, baseborn and trueborn alike, suddenly find themselves in mortal danger, a state they are poorly equipped to handle. Everyone turns to Alexa for a solution, but what can one broken girl achieve when she's faced with a power so great, it sends fear down her spine?

With no time to recover from her turmoil and the fates of two worlds weighing her down, Alexa needs to find strength where none remains. If she fails, darkness falls.

The Fall of Darkness concludes the thrilling vampire saga Bad Blood. If you like urban fantasy adventures, compelling characters, and high-stakes adventures, then you will love the explosive finale of Alina Popescu's vampire series.

Buy The Fall of Darkness right now to discover the conclusion of the adventures and romances of your favorite characters.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Alina Popescu
• Release date: Aug 3, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386634836

Alina Popescu

Alina Popescu is an author, traveler, and coffee addict. She has published several paranormal, science fiction, urban fantasy, and contemporary series, many of them having reached the Amazon bestseller lists for their genres. Her stories often fall under the LGBTQ fiction and romance subgenres. Born and raised in Romania, Alina has been writing for most of her life. She’s an avid consumer of stories in all their forms. She’s fascinated by myths, folk tales, and other creators’ visions of the future. She finds her inspiration in books of all genres, movies, and the occasional TV shows or anime binges. Alina is a proud geek and needs her fast internet connection and assortment of gadgets more than she needs air.

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by ALINA POPESCU

BAD BLOOD III

All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying or otherwise, without prior permission of the author.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. In other words, if you think this is about you, it probably isn’t! But, as an Internet meme says, if the shoe fits, then lace it up and wear it proudly!

No vampires, humans, animals, or other living things have been hurt in the process of writing this book. My friends, my family, and my sanity might have suffered, along with my dog, but he’s the one who’ll forgive me the fastest.

Warning! This urban fantasy novel contains a few sexual situations, some of them explicit, and occasional swearing. As vampires are involved, there are some action/fighting scenes, and situations when someone drinks someone else’s blood

The Fall of Darkness

Bad Blood Trilogy, Book III

Copyright © 2018 Alina Popescu

All rights reserved.

Character design by M.P. Revita

Cover design by 8th floor studio

To my mother.

Without her unwavering support, I would have never been able to

follow my dreams.

Table of Contents

Title Page

PART I - EXORCISM

Chapter I

Chapter II

Chapter III

Chapter IV

Chapter V

Chapter VI

Chapter VII

Chapter VIII

PART II – UNDER SIEGE

Chapter IX

Chapter X

Chapter XI

Chapter XII

Chapter XIII

Chapter XIV

Chapter XV

Chapter XVI

PART III – FACING DARKNESS

Chapter XVII

Chapter XVIII

Chapter XIX

Epilogue

Meet Alina Popescu

PART I - EXORCISM

I stare out the window, beyond the rain drops and the clouds and the puddles on the sidewalk. I try to sketch a portrait of you, scrap-booking it from snatched glimpses. Each light stroke, a memory of love, warmth, tenderness. Each shadow, a moment of doubt, silence, loneliness. I keep thinking if I complete the picture, adding all the details scattered among dusty recollections, I’ll finally understand. Grasp why our happy ending only lasted six months. Why we were too much. Why I was too little for our love story to be as immortal as we are. With a frustrated blink, I erase it all and start again, replacing black and white with vivid colors. But no matter how far back I go, how much detail I add, layer upon thick layer of mind-blowing realizations and tears and anger, I still can’t understand. How was it so easy for you to leave when I wasn’t even close to admitting defeat? It wasn’t meant to be, we were not right for each other, we met at the wrong time, we were too different, we were too alike, we did not love each other enough, we weren’t soul mates… All these clichés thrown in the air, just to say something that would justify it. They mean nothing. There is no explanation. It just is. A new ending, another failure, and my inability to start again.

Chapter I

AFTER MY RELATIONSHIP WITH Louis ended with a mature conversation over coffee on a rainy Dutch morning, I decided love was a demon. Thus, the only way to get rid of it was to exorcise it. I hadn’t left Anthony’s old house during the few weeks afterwards. I had instead indulged in consuming inhuman amounts of ice-cream and chocolate to get me through each day, supplementing with alcohol when needed. I turned off my phone, closed the door, refusing to let anyone in.

I tried to write down what had happened, hoping that seeing it in front of me would make it easier to figure out. I only ended up scribbling three names. Anthony, the first vampire shithead I’d met, who had tried really hard to make me fall for him. He’d initially wanted me as his pet, and then decided it would be a lot more fun to drain me, make my trueborn vampire friend, Hesrah, feed me her blood, and throw me through a portal to Ankhsis, the home realm of the original bloodsuckers, hoping I would make it to the other side. His actions had created a whole new kind of animal that would vamp out on Earth and Ankhsis alike. A being that would never fit in anywhere and who was a threat to everyone: my new self. I was stronger than all other vampires, those trueborn and those baseborn, thank God. It made it hard for them to try to control me or, worse, kill me.

The second name was Louis, the baseborn vampire I ended up falling for. And although I could have sworn he was it for me in the beginning, we’d crashed and burned so fast, it gave me whiplash. The signs had been there from the start. Or at least that was what I kept telling myself. After that final conversation, I knew for sure there was nothing else to blame, other than us not being right for each other. The worst part about this? Anthony had called it, right when Louis and I had decided to try to be together. Anthony had given us a year. Turned out he’d been too optimistic about our chances. We’d barely made it through six months.

And finally there was Seth. The trueborn I had developed feelings for. Yes, apparently, I had to fall in love with men from each species I knew of. Now that had been a strong connection right from the start! He’d fed me his blood, I’d tried to kill him, then hump him, then kill him again. And as I finally discovered Louis hadn’t in fact betrayed me and tried to sort out my feelings, Seth had rushed into my life on his cool bike and messed with my head. He promptly followed that with jumping the first trueborn female he could find. Okay, maybe she hadn’t been the first, but who he’d picked didn’t matter beyond it not being me.

I stared at the list, then deleted Anthony’s name. That had been settled long ago and I was his own private parole officer right now. My current vampire High Council job was keeping an eye on the baseborn bad boy and making sure he kept his nose clean. We were also sort of living together.

After the break up talk with Louis, I couldn’t think of any other place to go and ran back to Anthony’s place. After a day and a half of watching me wallow, Anthony had moved into the club he owned, converting the second floor into an office/living space sort of thing. I was so down, I was getting him depressed and Anthony had not been depressed for a single moment of his lengthy vampire life. So the house was still his, he had stuff here, but technically didn’t live with me.

So without Anthony, I was left with only two names. Two demons I had to exorcise.

I might repeat myself, but the absolute best thing about being a vampire woman, be it trueborn or baseborn or the ultimate freak that I was, is that you don’t look tired, you don’t get fat. Basically, you don’t look anything less than your absolute best. So after weeks of being covered in candy wrappers and pizza boxes, with the most elaborate Chinese sweet and sour sauce stains on your shirt, you get up, shower, eat something nourishing (blood would be the best option), put on a cute outfit and maybe some makeup, and you morph into something stunning.

Usually, after reaching the bottom of your desperation, there is a friend who comes to pick you up and force you into your shower. In my case, none of my friends could. Those from Romania were countries away, the human ones from Amsterdam had no idea I was still here. Anthony was too busy enjoying his longer leash, and Hesrah… Hesrah had tried but I’d lied about being fine and had sent her on her way to Anhubis.

In fact, it took the absence of company to pull me out of my depression. I’d settled in for another night in front of the TV, flicking through the empty channels looking for something, anything to occupy the time. The title screen for True Blood came up and I realised that, with my history, sitting here and wasting my evening on a vampire show when I had my own vampire crisis to sort out was a bad idea. I clicked the TV off and decided to make a stand.

I chose some very plain blue jeans, but they were comfortable and made my ass look good. I put on my bright blue pumps, added a marina-themed stripy shirt and a white, corporate looking jacket—it was the Netherlands, summer dresses were still out of the question on most days. I used a blue-silver translucent scarf as a makeshift tie and added some bracelets and long earrings to complete the outfit. I searched for my navy-blue purse and stuffed my wallet and phone into it, but I did not turn it on just yet.

I got into my car and thought of where to go. It was too early for Anthony’s club, so I went to the High Council’s mansion. Maybe Hesrah was on Earth. I could have used some girl time right about now.

The traffic was murder, so it took a while to get there. That hadn’t helped with my mood. I ran into Hesrah’s lover, Anhubis in the mansion’s parking lot. The head of the High Council, Anhubis had become one of my closest friends, despite our initial rocky start where I’d threatened to kill him. Now I couldn’t imagine a world without him. Silver lining, I thought, and smiled to myself.

Thought you were drowning your sorrows in junk food and crappy movies, he said, giving me his best smirk.

I stared at him, keeping my face neutral.

You got bored, didn’t you?

Spot on. I winked. You get me, I’m so grateful for that.

So what now? he asked, crossing his hands over his broad chest.

I decided I had to come out of the house at some point. Face my demons and all that bullshit.

Wait, did you say demons? As in plural? Interesting.

I frowned and stepped closer to him. What’s interesting about having more than one demon?

Anhubis rubbed his chin. Hmm, let’s just say I’d like to know who else besides Louis you are trying to cast away.

I paused for a second trying to gather my thoughts. Nice, Alexa! Way to keep your secrets to yourself.

Ha, so there are more demons, he said, laughing. And then it hit me, the one thing that gave me away was not the plural, but the fact that I didn’t have a dismissive, quick enough reaction. Caught with such a simple trick, I was clearly off my game.

So, is it Anthony?

As if! I kept my mouth shut though. Letting him believe whatever he wanted was far better than revealing anything more at this point. Is Hesrah here? Yes, distract him, that was my best play.

No, she left about an hour ago. She had plans with her brother today.

Probably getting to know his new girlfriend, I thought, and cringed on the inside. Then I’ll go say a quick hello to Anukh and be on my way.

He’s in the library. Oh, I’m going to Ankhsis tomorrow. Should I give her a message from you?

Yeah, just ask her to call me when she gets back here.

Sure thing. He waved and turned towards one of the cars in the lot.

I went inside to find Anukh, but ran into Louis instead. He was sitting in front of the fireplace in the big living room, sipping wine from an intricate antique glass.

He stiffened, his demeanor apprehensive the moment he saw me walking in. Hi, Louis said, shifting in his armchair. You look great.

I didn’t know you were here. I wouldn’t have come.

Come on, Alexa, it doesn’t have to be like this. There is no reason why we can’t be adults about it.

Avoiding each other for a while is the adult way, I said, half-shrugging. I didn’t know what he expected. We’d just broken up. Was I supposed to bottle it all up and act as if seeing him didn’t break my heart all over again?

No, love, it’s not. He smiled indulgently and sipped some wine.

Don’t cry. Don’t fucking cry!

Use that word again when addressing me and I’ll break your neck, I muttered, perfectly calm and meaning every word. We both knew I would, he had crossed an invisible line all recently separated couples know very well. No matter how you still feel, you don’t use any form of the word ‘love.’

I should go, he said after a couple of drawn out seconds of brutal silence.

I could have stopped him and gone myself, but I didn’t see why I should bother. I turned my feral side on and tracked his moves through the mansion. Only when I knew for sure he’d driven away did I let the tears fall, remembering all the moments when he had called me love. Books and movies are not wrong when they assume vampires have an almost flawless memory of everything that ever happened to them.

I’d wiped off my tears by the time I entered the library. I talked to Anukh for a few minutes, but it took more effort than I’d imagined. As soon as I could get away from him, I stormed off to my car and drove away from the mansion, making a solemn promise to myself to call before showing up. Other than saving me the drive there to discover Hesrah was on Ankhsis, I’d also have some warning about running into Louis. I was so used to coming here whenever I pleased and running into friendly faces, I’d not yet adjusted to my new reality. Guess I’d have to now.

As I drove away, singing along to Metallica’s Enter Sandman, I pondered what to do next. I wanted to go home and crawl back into bed or curl up on the sofa and watch bad TV. I missed the mortal times when a beer was enough to drink myself to sleep if I was really sad. But I couldn’t hide away forever.

Something Dr. Spencer Reid, my Criminal Minds biggest crush, had said in one of the many episodes I’d binge watched came to mind. Starting over was more difficult than letting go of the past. It had to be done though. So I went downtown and shopped for shoes and bags and other comfort accessories, went to my favorite spa, and got ready for a hot night out.

Chapter II

I COULD HAVE PICKED ANY club I wanted, but I went to Anthony’s. Maybe because I knew for sure it was the last place on Earth Louis would go to. Maybe because I needed some familiar faces around me, even if they were those of vampires who’d helped Anthony turn me. Or maybe it was because I’d already experienced the absolute worst here, nothing could outplay my dreadful memories of Anthony revealing he was a vampire and turning into an absolute dickhead. Whatever the reason, nightfall found me at that club, wearing a tight, appropriately dark and emo outfit, sitting at the bar by myself.

A misguided human assumed I was getting drunk and started his courtship ritual made up of too-obvious compliments and too-frequent touches on my hand and knee. He was fun to watch as the alcohol took its toll and he became more honest about how smitten he was with me.

I eventually pretended to be won over by his charms. He was good looking and the thought of fresh blood, straight from the vein, along with making sure Louis was no longer the last man I had slept with, made him more appealing. I took him out the back exit and let him push me against the club’s wall.

It was a quick and disappointing encounter and I felt empty inside when it was over. I let the guy whose name I didn’t know walk into the club, but I just couldn’t follow him back inside. I crawled up the stairs, broke the door to Anthony’s temporary apartment and curled in a ball right on the floor. I was not ready to start again, but desperate for the pain to be over.

For years, I would have done anything for happiness. I’d lost so many people I loved. Men who’d discarded me. My best friend. No matter how much stronger or faster or better I became, I was still so easy to replace and forget. Really? A human? No wonder you’re on the floor, crying.

I didn’t flinch. Anthony’s words were harsh, yet his voice was soft. Fuck off, Anthony.

You’re in my apartment. I left you the entire house, you can’t show up here, break in, and ask me to fuck off.

I wiped my tears and got up, making my way to the door.

Where are you going? he asked, catching my wrist as I passed by him.

Home.

Oh, come on! The night is young. You can’t give up that fast. Do something crazy. Even better, do someone crazy. He grinned and winked at me, and though I wanted to, I couldn’t come up with a valid counterpoint.

Some other time. If I’m drunk enough, I’ll take your advice.

I’m sorry, he whispered as I struggled toward the door.

What for? I asked, taken aback by his apology. I was pretty sure Anthony could