Blood Pact: The Fourth Book of the Aphotic
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Two ancient relics. Two feral, supernatural species. One fight for control. Some families are born in blood.
For almost a century, the Clutch has been confined by a small boundary. All attempts to cross it have failed miserably, with no survivors to tell their tales. Chloe and the other vampires long for the life they had before. Back when they could roam and hunt freely. Back when they had control over the wolves.
Back before the wolves found that damnable Book and locked them within a few miserable square miles of rock and brush at the edge of Lake Kwanashishing.
The wolves have a standing proposal: they would consider a compromise if a vampire escaped the inescapable boundary and met on the pack’s land. Typical wolves.
Chloe believes she may have found a way, though the very thought makes her uneasy. Vampires should never try to cross running water, after all. Then there’s the fact that the wolves' pack leader and the Clutch’s First hate each other. And as the second, Chloe is bound to protect her leader.
But when the moment comes, Chloe is shocked to find she is more concerned for the safety of a sad little boy than she is for that of her First. Can she save him from her First, or from the pack? Can she do it without invoking the ire of her Clutch and jeopardizing their one chance at freedom?
"So many of the most brutal aspects of this story are so beautifully told!" – Jennifer Dinsmore, editor of The Aphotic series
Tobin Elliott
Tobin was destined for horror. This became obvious when, in the span of two weeks, he built a working model of a guillotine out of popsicle sticks and a razor blade — which his Grade Five teacher didn't seem to appreciate as much as he did — and he also learned to tie a noose and proudly hung one from their apartment balcony — which his mother and the superintendent didn't seem to appreciate as much as he did.Eventually, he learned to focus the horror into stories. His friends and neighbours likely appreciate the lesser PDH (Public Displays of Horror).Besides writing ugly stories about bad people doing horrible things, Tobin also counts embarrassing his wife and kids, pointing out the stupidities of others, being dumb to kind animals, and killing plants among his hobbies.Finally, Tobin loves feedback, either positive or negative, on his writing. You can find him occasionally reviewing indie books on Goodreads, or being sarcastic on Twitter (@thehorrorguy91) and Instagram (@tobinelliott.horrorguy).
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Blood Pact - Tobin Elliott
Prologue
1953
Chloe stood at the front door to Will’s home. His birthday party was coming to a critical moment, and Chloe was there to ensure it went the right way. The way she needed it to go.
But she would be Glory.
She looked down the street to the boy standing under a store awning, in the shade. Red. Her constant companion. Her brother.
She gave him a look. He nodded once, then held up two fingers. She knew what that meant.
You saved me. Twice.
That brought a flood of memories.
♦ ♦ ♦
1911
The summer moon hung low, its reflection doubled in the lake. The night was calm, with barely a breeze to ripple the water. Far off, on the other side of Lake Kwanashishing, Chloe spied the flickering campfires and caught the indistinct voices of men over the lapping waters.
Closer, she heard the night creatures crawling, walking, slithering, or flying through the forest. She’d had to stand very still for a very long time before they came back out from hiding at her passing, and found the courage to start up their tasks and night songs again.
Chloe was alone.
She didn’t enjoy being alone, but it was often preferable to dealing with others. At least when she was alone, she could let her thoughts crawl or walk or slither or fly wherever they wanted to go.
Tonight, her thoughts led her here, to this shore.
Lake Kwanashishing was shaped like an hourglass, if that hourglass had been drawn by a quivering hand. A wide, deep bowl at both the northern end, where the town of New Hope sat, and the same at the southern end, where the residents of Carry’s Cove resided. In between, the lake narrowed, got shallower, and kept much of its treachery hidden.
Chloe stood toward the southern end, just before the lake widened back out before ending at Carry’s Cove. She gazed upon the expanse of water, and watched the meagre lights of the cove.
But she could not go there.
She stood only a few feet from the boundary. The boundary that marked where her kind were allowed to be, and where they were not.
A large, dry branch, downed by some bothersome wind, lay just off to the side. She approached it, let her hand gently touch the rough surface. What was once a living thing is no longer. Yet, aside from the location of the branch, it didn’t appear dead. Appearing alive, but not.
Her hand tightened on the wood, her wrist twisted, and she cracked off a foot-long section.
She sidearmed it into the lake, the force of her swing taking the branch well out to the middle of the narrows before it hit the water.
She watched it then, bobbing as the current pushed it southward into the widened bowl of the lake, pushing it toward the town she could only see from a distance.
Because of the werewolves, she thought.
She snapped off another twig, and spun it into the water.
Chloe was a member of a Clutch, a group of men and women with the same unique abilities and hungers as her. At one time, before Chloe was born—so the details were somewhat foggy because the older Clutch members were incredibly reluctant to even think about it, let alone discuss it—her Clutch held dominion over the werewolves, stupid, bestial creatures that they were.
The werewolves, though powerful and numerous with their packs, could never overcome those of the Clutch.
Until they found the Book. Or the Book found them.
The Book was a legendary, mythical tome. She had heard rumours of a strange man in New England who was incorporating It into his fiction, but had, so far, had no luck in getting it published. Would that he never did, as his life would be far easier that way.
She broke off another, thicker section of branch. Hefted its weight. Threw it. It splashed satisfyingly before joining in the southward journey of its severed companions.
Your mind wanders, Chloe.
Regardless. In the very early 1800s, roughly thirty-five years after the uppity Americans to the south had announced their independence, and not quite six decades before this country did the same, the damnable wolves somehow gained access to the Book and were able to stake out a small boundary of about roughly two hundred square miles. In the centre was a bowl-shaped clearing that, fifty years later, would fall within the city limits of the town of Vilni.
Since then—about a hundred years now—this was the only area Chloe’s Clutch could travel. Two hundred square miles was not a lot for a race that counted on being nomadic for their survival.
Over the time they had been locked within that boundary, they had probed and tested virtually every inch.
In that time, they had discovered three things.
First, in trying to discover weak spots, any Clutch member’s first attempt at crossing the border resulted in them disappearing, then instantly reappearing at the exact centre of their two hundred square mile area, in the main street of Vilni.
Second, if the Clutch member was mad enough, or stupid enough, to make a second attempt, they simply disappeared. To where, no one knew, and no one cared to speculate. Nowhere good, to be sure.
Finally, they had determined, through their probing and testing, that there were no weak spots in the boundary.
Chloe reached down and picked up the rest of the branch. The remaining length still stood well above her head, maybe eight feet in length. She angled it back down and divided off a smaller section, the branch thicker than her wrist now.
Her throw arced it toward the water. Her sharp eyes watched the splash. Followed it as the stream took it.
Chloe knew that, over the years, many attempts had been made to bring the wolves into the boundaried area to open discussions with them. However, their attempts had always been rebuffed.
The wolves, despite using the Book to create the boundary, and knowing it affected only the Clutch members and no one else, still expressed reluctance to cross it, presumably fearing they might not get back out again due