Starr (Vampin Book Series #14)

By Jamie Ott

Having finally made it to Valhol, Starr and her fellows learn surprising facts about the history of Primordials, vampires, and even witches.

They also learn that the very last few Primordials have one last trick up there sleeve, before they go into unconsciousness.

Meanwhile, the house back at the lake has been destroyed. Starr is torn between helping herself, and helping the others.

Genre: Tween/Teen Vampire Short Stories

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jamie Ott
• Release date: Aug 13, 2012

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Starr

Vampin Book Series #14

By Jamie Ott

Copyright © 2012 Jamie Ott.

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Publication: 6/7/2012

The Last Witch

Chapter 1

This must be what semi consciousness was like.

When vampires tired of living, rather than destroy themselves, sometimes they’d go into such a state. They called it semi consciousness because even though their bodies slept, they were very much aware. For some, it was temporary, and they’d wake every couple of decades-centuries. Others made the slip permanent; their bodies would forever be lost in the Earth.

Was that what was going to happen to her? She wondered, as her consciousness wandered the Earth.

It was like she was everywhere and nowhere at the same time. She could see and hear happenings in multiple cities.

Mostly, she focused on the dying cries of vampires, and there was one that was most familiar to her.

She honed in on that cry.

As she got closer, she realized it wasn’t so much a cry as it was an angry scream.

In a small dark room there were two women. They were so old that their skin resembled alabaster.

In the middle of a stone room, a blonde lady in rags peered into a water basin.

You’re driving me crazy! said a dark haired lady with dark amber brown eyes. You haven’t any clues?

No, said the lady in rags.

Haven’t you any guesses?

No.

Well, you’d better find something, or I’ll speed you into the afterlife.

We all gotta go sometime, said the woman.

Don’t get smart with me. I learned from the best. Your hell will be my making.

I don’t know what you expect from me, Lyssa, said the lady, looking up from the basin. I was born when the last of my kind died out. I barely learned of the old ways before I was shoved into the Roman times. From then on, witch craft was a life I had to forget; even the polytheists hated us. Even today, human-daughters of the old race are ignorant; they don’t even realize that they’re not wholly human. These things are lost forever, as is what happens to civilizations.

Yes, well, help me succeed and I’ll restore your kind. You won’t be alone ever again. You can embrace what you never had.

After 3000 years, do you really think I care about restoring my kind? I was happily resting this last century, until you came along.

She walked over to a stone bench and sat. Gesturing to the basin with her arm, she said, Maybe you ought to take a look. You have the talisman now.

The amber eyed woman walked up to the basin and peered in. Starr’s consciousness followed her.

Images of different parts of the world spun fast across the surface of the water.

After hours of looking, she sighed.

Is there no other way?

Come on, said the old woman. She held her hand out to her. Let us combine our strength.

Credenza slipped her palm into the woman’s and pressed the talisman to her chest.

They gazed into the basin for hours more.

Help on the Way

Chapter 2

Her inner demon must have been warning her, for her consciousness was suddenly yanked back into her body.

Though she couldn’t open her eyes, she woke to find her snow grave had frozen her solid. She didn’t even feel the cold anymore.

She heard movement above her.

Starr tried to use her mind to see above her grave – a form of telepathy, but her powers weren’t working. Being frozen solid had