KIndred(Night School Vampire Hunter Trilogy) Novella#2

By Michelle Cornwell-Jordan

The Kindred is the second novella in The Night School Vampire Hunter trilogy.

Angel and her friends at Ame Academy, a boarding school for preternatural and humans are back, and they are preparing for battle against the dark forces that kidnapped Angel’s younger brother Jordan. Angel had recently discovered that she was a Hunter and that she alone has a special weapon against her enemies, her blood, which is discovered to be toxic to her enemies.

Angel is prepared to use her training and all that is at her disposal in order to save Jordan, even if that means joining forces with the strange and mysterious Rafael, who at their first meeting, she recognized him as the boy she had dreamed about for weeks prior to his arrival at the school. Angel cannot shake the feeling that she knew Rafael before, and is hopelessly drawn to her extremely handsome fellow hunter.

Rafael frightens her, he hints of a secret; another time and another life lived.

Can love survive two lifetimes?

Events unfold that provides the answers to who Rafael really is and what they mean to one another; and along with these strange and blossoming emotions for Rafael, along with guilt and fear for her brothers safety; Angel discovers that she is more than just a Vampire Hunter, and that she plays a major role in a ancient prophecy, which she must fulfill by facing an a force so evil that survival is not promised.

But she will face the Dark One, Angel will sacrifice all, if it means saving all whom she loves.

Many questions are answered, but the drama is just beginning....

• Language: English
• Publisher: Michelle Cornwell-Jordan
• Release date: Nov 19, 2012

Michelle Cornwell-Jordan

Michelle Cornwell-Jordan, is a YA author and a book lover, her favorite genre has always been paranormal adventures.Michelle has been writing about as long as she has been a bibliophile! Losing herself in a fantasy world that she is creating on paper is how she loves spending her spare time.She has co-authored a Young Adult novel with author Danny Jones, entitled Reahket; which is now available on Barnesandnoble.com for the Nook and Amazon's Kindle.Michelle is presently at work on her next novel.

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Night School Vampire Hunter 2

Kindred

Novella 2

Written by Michelle Cornwell-Jordan

Copyright© 2012-2013 by Michelle Cornwell-Jordan

This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.

All rights are reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without permission from the author.

Special Thanks

Beta readers who rock: Jamie B. Musings, proofreader extraordinaire; and Lilly Jean, content guru

Editor: Shamrock Editing (Erin Potter), most fabulous editing goddess

Graphic Design/Cover Art: Next Artist http://nextartist.com/

Cover Art:

Photo: Venikwa Penigar (V’Bre Photography) http://www.vbrephotography.com/

Models: Special thanks to the young models portraying my favorite couple on the awesome cover!

Angel: Brianna

Rafael: Adam Becerra

Night School Vampire Hunter 2

The Kindred

Novella 2

By Michelle Cornwell-Jordan

The Kindred

In Search of Jordan

PART

2

Post 31

Sweat traced a path across my forehead, trickling down with its salty kisses stinging my eyes, blinding me for precious seconds as I blinked hurriedly to clear my vision. The Alpha circled around me, a gloating sneer marring his handsome face; stalking me like the predator he was.

I gripped the oak stake in both hands; I stood in a defensive stance, feet spread, knees slightly bent. I kept my eyes on the Alpha as he moved with feline grace. Although I was in a situation of life or death, I could not stop myself from being caught up in his movements, his grace and agility, but I quickly shook myself out of that haze. I knew that he could be trying to influence me, as that is one of the many tricks of vampires. Sometimes it seems unfair that they have so many tools at their convenience, such as being extraordinary hot, their incredible strength and wicked speed; so much so, that it can blind a person to what type of monsters they really are inside. I felt myself weaken a little and I began to lose focus. The Alpha mockingly asked What’s wrong, little hunter? Would you like to stop the running, and lie down so that I can have my lunch? He smiled, showing his fangs. I felt the cleansing flow of anger rush through me, clearing my head. I knew he was attempting to place those thoughts inside my head to eat away at my confidence. Madison, my mentor, says that I have to block it, brick by mental brick. I am to envision a wall in my mind; one that is impenetrable in order to stop the dark whisperings.

I smiled and crouched slightly further in my stance. The vampire’s smile dimmed and he didn’t appear as sure as before. That uncertainty gave me a surge of adrenaline; I kept my eyes centered on the Alpha, but I was very aware of my surroundings. The hairs on the back of my neck rose and the tingling sensation began in my back, spreading and fanning out through my body. I call it my personal alarm system. Madison states that each Hunter has a different warning alert, tailor-made and wired into their body. Mine usually accompanied extreme nausea and headache whenever I was near a Shadowed One…

I knew another vampire was behind me. I looked into the Alpha’s eyes, and his cocky grin was back on his face. I knew I was being mocked and frankly, that was making me madder. But I knew through training not to allow anger to take hold; it could cost me my life—too much to lose. All of this was really hard to take in. One minute, I am the crazy loner girl, just me and my little brother, and the next I am a Vampire Hunter. The fact I didn’t even believe that vampires existed until a few weeks ago was bad enough, but now I’m some type of superhero? Oh, ok, right. But I have been told I am, and with the crazy, cool tricks my body can do…well, I guess it has to be true. I really haven’t had much time to think on it between trying not to get killed; it’s been pretty tough to wallow in doubt.

I lobbed the stake right and left as I rocked on the balls of my feet as trained. I felt the vampire behind me come closer and move out of my peripheral vision. I scoped two other Shadowed Ones coming from both my right and left sides.

I could tell the leader in front was driving, pushing me back towards the one behind me, and the others on the side were closing in for attack. What, Hunter? No remarks, no witty comebacks? Do you have nothing to say? Or have you accepted that you will not win, that you are nothing but a little girl, and won’t be able to save your brother! I felt blinding rage envelop me, but I heard a voice in my head saying, Focus, control the rage, do not allow it to control you... I breathed deeply and allowed the leader to be my focal point. Soon all I could see was the mocking vampire and then, with a hairsbreadth of warning—he attacked. Fangs showing, his hands forming claws, he lunged. I raised the wooden stake; he deflected my attempt, knocking the stake from my hand. He grabbed my wrist and, just as quickly, leaned in to take a bite. I tuned out everything else, and it was as if something else in me, a more primitive part of me took over. The vampire’s hands were steel bands around my wrist, but I drew from the inner power that I had been sensing and channeling over these last few weeks.

I leaned back and grabbed the vampire’s wrists, twisting them out and down simultaneously. I then leaned back in and head butted the vampire, who, surprised, stumbled back. I took this opportunity to strike him in the throat, which caused him to go backwards, falling down.

The second in command rushed up from behind. I quickly delivered a rear kick to the vampire coming from the back and, as the two came in from the side, I grabbed one, hurtling him from the right side. I grabbed him, ignoring the anger and shock, and now increased rage that flashed over his face. I used him as support, jumping, and fanning my left leg out into a side strike, kicking him in his throat. As I fell down into a sitting position, I still held onto the vampire, bringing him down with me, and while rocking, used my legs as leverage to tilt backwards, and flipped the vampire over as he shouted in rage.

I quickly rolled back into a crouching half-stand and watched as the vampires regained their footing, all eyeing me menacingly. Just as I expected them all to rush me at once, I heard a familiar, loud, and irritating voice shout, Enough!

We all stopped and turned, breathing heavily, watching as the Drama queen herself, Bella Donna, walked down the shaded path from Ame Academy, slowly clapping her hands. She stopped directly in front of me, looking at me, arms folded, head tilted to the side as if observing a bug. Just the tip of her fangs showed as she said, Well done, Hunter. You just might not get us all killed, like I originally believed.

Jeez, where did I put that stake again?

Post 32

My name is Dasheen Bellamy, but I am called Angel. If you are reading this, then the situation has gone terribly wrong with…well, everything. These posts started out as a therapy aide when everyone thought I was crazy. Now, it’s not a proven fact that I am not, but I still write the posts as a chronicle just in case something happens to me. With the crowd I have been running with, events could go ugly fast. I will not go into great detail; I will just encourage anyone who wants to catch up with my earlier posts to go ahead. You might find it an interesting read, but I will give some brief deets. In four weeks I will be 16 years old. I have a 13-year-old brother, and we both live at Ame Academy, a residential school for grades K-12 located in Kincaid, Texas. Ame