Half Blood Rising: Moonlight Academy, #1
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Academy romance, chance of a lifetime, and former rouge on the run–what could go wrong?
Jaymin Clarance is a rogue half vampire—she's hunting supernatural convicts and trying to stay anonymous, which doesn't always go according to plan. When a mysterious Fae approaches her in Lviv and offers her a spot at the highly sought-after Moonlight Academy, it's her only chance to finally turn her miserable life around. However, the Academy isn't just an ordinary school for supernaturals—it's also the place where students are prepped for admission to the most exclusive academy in Bucharest—The Elite.
Soon enough, Jaymin and her new group are sent out on a mission in Moscow. Their job is to rescue the daughter of a warlock who's been kidnapped by an ancient clan of vampires, however, an experienced member of the school, a handsome Scottish vampire named Lachlan, doesn't trust a half breed like Jaymin.
One mistake during her probationary period could jeopardize Jaymin's chance to prove that she's worthy of being considered for a trial in the Elite Academy, and pretty boy, Lachlan, would love nothing more than to see her expelled.
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Half Blood Rising - Joanna Mazurkiewicz
Chapter 1
Deadly sign
The creature in front of me was disgusting. Everything about him reeked of death, and his darkness brushed against me like black boiling tar in the blazing heat of summer. I hated being here with him, repeating the same thing all over again. The werewolf was in his human form, so I had to be careful. I’d been tracking him every night for the past seven days.
The humidity in this part of Ukraine was unbearable this time of year, as usual, but at least a drizzle of rain had begun to fall. An annoying mosquito was buzzing around my ear, but I couldn’t lose focus now. I couldn’t risk taking my eyes off that bastard.
His breathing was whizzed, and saliva was trickling from his mouth. I inhaled, sensing his dirty energy—his aura. It was repulsive, and he deserved to die for all the terrible things he’d done to others.
Pretty, you don’t have to do this. I have over five hundred Hryvnia in my side pocket. Take it and let me go,
he said, his voice creepy, the tones vibrating inside my chest. I had to try and keep it together. The pain of his victims—children and little girls—affected me so much tonight; he was rotten from the inside out, and I had to clear my mind, stop thinking about it.
I gripped my knife tighter, cutting the circulation to my fingers. What had started as a drizzle was now becoming heavier—a possible storm was approaching—dark clouds were gathering in the south, but the moon still shone brightly above me.
I’d heard many stories about him, but he had been careful. Almost too careful. He had watched the elementary schools, particularly kindergarteners in the early mornings. He’d been selective when choosing his victims.
A while back he’d managed to escape prison, and the High Council seemed useless. It had taken me some time to figure out his modus operandi and finally track him down. I’d yet to see his darker form, but what I had sensed had been enough. I’d witnessed a lot of disgusting shit in my short life as a half-vampire. I had been doing this for way too long, killing and eliminating creatures that didn’t deserve to walk on this earth.
"This will be quick, although you deserve to die slowly and very, very painfully," I said through gritted teeth, staring at his dark filthy hair and almost-translucent skin. He was skinny, his bones protruded, and he looked malnourished. He wore a loose grey shirt that was stained in what appeared to be blood.
Another vision. Damn it. Not now… I really had to focus on the task at hand, but these visions were hard to ignore.
I was seeing him leaning over a little girl, and he was panting with excitement. She couldn’t have been more than eleven years old. Tears were slipping down her cheeks. She was petrified, seeing him in his true form. Drool was dripping from his fangs and clinging to his matted dark fur. She parted her lips …
I quickly shook my head, pushing the vile images out of my mind. This had gone on for far too long. I couldn’t take it anymore. I couldn’t bear seeing the victims… their torture. It was just too much.
Earlier on, he hadn’t expected me to attack. I had lunged forward, crouching low at the same time, and on a quick turn of my foot, I’d caught him off guard, then sliced his leg from Achilles heel to calf—the bastard couldn’t run any longer. My vampire speed, agility, and strength had always given me an advantage, allowing me to strike within a moment’s notice.
My fangs were now descended. I blocked his pitiful strike, kicking him to the ground and ramming my knee into his chest as he struggled against me. I didn’t want to touch him; sweat was dripping down my face. Every time my skin encountered his, I saw more and more despicable images of his previous victims. I could feel their pain—their screams and whimpers echoed in my mind. This was the only downside of being a half-vampire and trying to do the right thing. I wasn’t immune to his darkness: the other side of me, the unknown
allowed me to soak it all in.
Please, take my money… they all wanted it,
he howled. Luckily, we weren’t in a built-up area. The alley was deserted. His pupils dilated; he feared death—feared what was coming for him.
Even children? You’re a sick piece of shit who feeds on innocent souls, a vile being who deserves to burn in hell, if such a thing exists,
I roared, and then plunged my knife into the side of his neck. I could have bitten him, but I didn’t want to be affected by his blood days later. He tried to grab me, but I twisted the blade, feeling sick to my stomach. His dark magic began spreading everywhere, creeping into my skin, my nails, and hair. I stared at him, wondering if there was another way, but he deserved something much worse. I had done him a favour.
Now the pain of his victims flooded my energy, and this was the part I hated the most.
Money, take my money,
he rasped in desperation and then began to shift into a wolf, but his energy wouldn’t save him now. It was fading, so maybe this was one of the side effects of his dark, twisted magic. I lifted myself up from the ground, feeling light-headed and suddenly exhausted. It was most likely from hunger (I hadn’t eaten all day), or the fact that I had known some of the victims.
By the time he was dead, I didn’t feel the satisfaction I’d expected from ending his life. Heavy sheets of rain were beginning to form puddles along the asphalt, and that bastard’s eyes were still open. I leaned against the wall and took a deep breath, waiting for the nausea to pass. I knew that these dreadful emotions and images would stay with me for a while.
It was time to call this in. Tristan was my contact in the council, and he needed to take care of the body. Lviv was a cosmopolitan city when it came to supernatural creatures. Being only half-vampire complicated things. I was something else entirely: an outcast, someone who didn’t really belong anywhere. No one in the human world wanted to hire me because I didn’t have official papers. Vampire’s hung around and lived in nests—they had their communities underground and they worked together. Most of them didn’t want half-breeds within their ranks. There weren’t many jobs in Lviv for supernaturals, anyway. Ukraine was poor, and even humans struggled in the job market.
Several years ago, I’d awakened in a dark alley with no recollection of who I was, or why I was there. I had suspected that my humanity was gone forever. A vampire had attacked me, turning me into a monster—the fangs had sort of given it away—completely turning my life upside down. That was only the beginning of my nightmare.
For hours I’d wandered the streets, asking people for help, trying to remember what had happened, but no one was willing to assist me. The police had sent me away, too. Besides, I couldn’t remember how I’d gotten to Lviv in the first place, and I didn’t speak the language. Hungry, cold, and homeless. Yeah, it was a great kick off. I had a whole new life an no idea how to live it.
It took me a while to get used to living on the streets without any memories—being no one. Whoever turned me had left me without money or any means of getting by. There had been a small note inside my pocket with what I assumed was my name—Jaymin Clarence. I couldn’t have been more than nineteen years old when I was turned.
In a short period of time, I had to learn how to survive amongst other supernatural creatures in this huge city without any language skills. Try communicating with people and having no idea how to speak the language. I couldn’t even read the damn street signs. It was fun … I had the worst maker in the history of ever.
There was no point thinking of this now, but the past always had a way of catching up with me every time I killed another convict. My body was hurting, and it was raining heavily now—a freaking downpour. It was still humid, and I hated being wet (kind of like a cat), especially now when I was just about to meet up with Tristan. I had a crush on the guy. Yeah, it was a little silly, but he’d always treated me like a person, not an outcast. He made me feel … normal. Maybe that was the reason.
I walked to the nearest pay phone, wondering where I was going to sleep tonight. This was always my predicament when it rained, but first I had to get some decent food into my stomach. And for that, I needed to see Tristan. He had to pay me for a job well done.
There weren’t many people on the streets at this time of night, and I found some loose change in the booth, so the pay phone was free. He picked up on the first ring, and I gave him the location. This was how it always worked between us. Tristan worked for the High Council in the Vampire Division. I trusted him and we had an understanding. Sometimes he would tip me off about a certain creature that needed to be eliminated, but most of the time, I tracked them myself. He always paid me, no questions asked. Obviously, he was generously compensated for every corpse I turned over to him, so it was kind of a win-win situation for both of us.
Most humans or supernaturals: vampires, witches, warlocks, shifters, or even fae didn’t trust me. To them, I was an unworthy half-vamp, just a crossbreed with no memories. I had no competition in this line of work, but I always had to be watchful.
Several minutes later, I went back to the alley where I’d left the corpse of the werewolf and then waited.
A black Cadillac arrived fifteen minutes later, but this time, something immediately felt off. Tristan climbed out of the passenger seat, smiling, his eyes found me instantly. He was handsome, and it bothered me that I always looked like a drowned rat in front of him. My thin black hair was tangled, and I couldn’t remember the last time I’d brushed it. I was homeless, so I never looked decent enough.
I didn’t think I was ugly, but most men—supernatural or human—avoided me; they seemed scared of me. My nose was small, and I had wide blue eyes. I was wearing old faded jeans with large holes in the knees, and a loose black T-shirt. Seconds later, I realised Tristan wasn’t alone.
My heart skipped a beat when the other guy struggled to get out of the passenger seat. He was overweight with a large chin and no neck to speak of. My anxiety shot through the roof when I sensed he was a vampire, too. This wasn’t good, but I had a gaping hole in my stomach where food should’ve been. I had no money, and I hadn’t eaten in about two days. My energy was slowly diminishing. Tristan needed to pay me no matter what.
Hey, Jaymin,
Tristan welcomed me, then his eyes diverted to the corpse of the werewolf—well, what was left of him. His dark energy was still inside me, penetrating and disturbing my own. Great job. Come over here, I want you to meet someone; one of your own kind.
Anger rippled through me, but I decided to stay calm and then slowly approached them. The fatty’s eyes roamed over my body, and he frowned. His aura was odd, twisted, and his blood smelled of arsenic. Yes, I sensed that, too.
What are you, dear?
he asked straight away. You ain’t a full vampire, but you ain’t a human, either.
There was no hi,
no proper introduction, just straight to that invasive question. My stomach contracted with unease. I wasn’t planning to give him an answer.
I glanced around, expecting other council members to jump out from around the corner, but the darkened streets were empty. It was just us for now. Maybe I was being too paranoid, but Tristan had never let me down before. We had an agreement.
Tristan, check the body, he’s the one from your list,
I said, emphasising the last word and completely ignoring the fatty. I tended not to speak to other vampires.
Tristan’s upper lip twitched, but he nodded. He seemed nervous. The other vampire was probably annoyed by the fact that I wasn’t paying attention to him. Well, I didn’t care.
Jay, this is Councillor Roberts,
Tristan said, rubbing the back of his neck. He insisted on meeting you.
Well, on the contrary, I’d rather not speak to anyone on the council and remain anonymous, so cash in, Tris,
I snapped, aggravated because he’d betrayed me. My energy spiked, and I smelled blood. I was willing to bet that the councillor hadn’t bloody known I’d ever existed; he must have just found out. Why did Tristan have to say anything at all? Maybe he’d been forced. Well, now he’d completely screwed me over.
I’d heard that the High Council experimented on half-breeds like me, and that’s why I’d always avoided their officials. Sweat gathered along my brow, and I switched my weight to the side. I just wanted to get paid so I could eat, but this vampire kept staring at me like he was ready to drain me.
Hold up, Mr. Walker. You said Jaymin has been killing convicts for a long while now,
the council member said, lifting his hand like he wanted to block Tristan from saying anything more, and then turned his attention towards me. Your reputation proceeds you, and several people higher up on the council want to know a few things about you.
He had chunky, sausage-like fingers and dirty nails. My breathing was uneven—this normally happened after I’d killed someone, but right now, my anxiety was rising fast. Chill bumps rose all over my body, and my heart rate sped up. Technically I wasn’t supposed to have a heartbeat. Well, that’s what Melody, my closest friend said, but for some reason, many of my human genes had remained active after I’d turned. Which was another reason why I had to eat human food, too.
"If you think I’m going to answer your questions, or go anywhere with you, then you’re a fool. I don’t appreciate the council crawling its arse into my personal business," I said, much more aggressively than I’d intended. Most of the time, I had a problem controlling my mouth—sort of like now.
Under most normal circumstances, other creatures scared the life out of me, especially the ones with fangs, but I’d never allowed anyone to get close enough. Once I started tracking someone, I became ruthless.
"You can answer my questions right here, or we do have other methods, Roberts stated, taking a step towards me.
This has been going on for far too long. Your magic is unique, and that’s what concerns us the most."
I shot Tristan a nasty and hateful look, calculating my next move. I couldn’t just leave, I still needed to get paid, but that vampire bastard was getting on my nerves. He wasn’t going to let me go without concrete answers. And I wasn’t willing to tell him a bloody thing about myself or my magic.
Screw you—screw both of you,
I finally snapped, losing my cool.
Tristan opened his mouth, probably to tell me to calm the hell down, while the fatty attempted to grab me. My fangs descended and blood rushed to my ears. I was an inch away from sinking my fangs into the councillor’s fat no-neck, but he must have used some sort of spell that prevented me from attacking him. I felt myself being pushed backwards, then I stumbled a bit. What the hell?
It was then that I knew I had to get out of there if I wanted to survive, and this time, without getting paid.
Chapter 2
Hard times
Iturned away from them and took off running, already imagining being trapped in the claws of the High Council. It was too risky. I knew how they operated, and I didn’t want to lose my freedom. At the same time, I couldn’t believe Tristan had betrayed me. The vampire tried to stop me, shouting something about binding law, but I wasn’t listening. I just kept running. He tried to use binding energy, but my other
nature, the one I knew nothing about, seemed to be immune to it.
I sped through the gloomy streets quickly enough, getting away. Tristan wouldn’t be able to chase me in the car, so I knew I’d be all right. It was the middle of the night, so there was hardly anyone out now. Besides, I liked moving through the narrow streets, where access by car was usually limited. Then again, I couldn’t walk too far. I was weakened by the earlier attack and lack of food. Moments later, I decided to hide in one of the old abandoned town houses that had seen better days.
My legs were aching like hell, and my vision was becoming blurry again. Normally with my half-vampire strength, I was in excellent shape, but after killing the werewolf, I was drained. His tainted energy had affected me—his darkness had stuck to me like glue. I had to wait for it to fade, and sometimes it took hours, other times, days. It took me several long moments to inhale a few deep breaths. This was going to be a difficult night for me. Even my bones hurt right then as I was cursing off Tristan. Then my stomach growled again. Damn him.
I would do a lot right now for a warm meal and a decent night’s sleep in a proper bed. Maybe it was a silly dream, but to me, it was a basic necessity. Right now, I had nothing: no money for food, and nowhere to go, and the High Council was after me—that was just great.
Tears forced their way into my eyes. Damn it—when had I become so weak? Never. There was no point in feeling sorry for myself, but at the same time, I’d never been in such a shitty situation before. I’d lived on the streets for four years, but even so, I’d managed to take care of myself.
My mind was in despair. I tried really, really hard to remember someone from my past, anything, even small glimpses of my previous life, but with no results. There was nothing, only an obscure void inside my mind.
Two hours later, I had enough strength to leave the