Veronica: Deamhan Chronicles, #4.5

By Isaiyan Morrison

Veronica Austin has been through it all.

 

After being attacked by a random Deamhan vampire, her fellow Deamhan friends Remy and Anastasia save her life by handing her over to The Brotherhood, mysterious observers of the Deamhan.

 

Several years later, she has recovered from the attack and upon her release, she heads back to Minneapolis, where her fellow Deamhan thrive.

But secrets are soon unearthed and nothing will ever be the same.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Isaiyan Morrison
• Release date: Mar 27, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224521227

Isaiyan Morrison

Isaiyan Morrison was born and raised in Minneapolis, but her heart is in the impressive magical worlds she dreams up. She hopes to share her love for world-building with her readers and help guide them through the extraordinary settings she creates. Her other passions include reading, and researching historical events. She also enjoys gardening, gaming, and spending quality time with her cats and her Presa Canario.

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Veronica. Deamhan Chronicles #4.5

Copyright © 2012-2020 by Isaiyan Morrison

All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed or transmitted in any form or by any means without the prior written permission of the author.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are a product of the author’s creative imagination.

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Behesians

Behesians

The Not-So Dead

The Not-So Dead

Sometimes you put walls up not to keep people out, but to see who cares enough to break them down.

―Socrates

Contents

How Did I Get Here?

Behesian

Games We Play

A City Once Familiar

Changed for The Worse

Cruel and Uncaring

We Are What We Are

Down the Rabbit Hole

Chapter One

How Did I Get Here?

I didn’t know how many days, weeks, or months had passed since they kidnapped me from Minneapolis and brought me to this hellish place. I never saw myself coming back here. Well, that was my intention when I gathered my things and left years ago.

I spent most of the time in this building located in the outskirts of San Diego in a small room with a twin-size bed, one desk, and one small window. Although the walls were thick and made from concrete, I could still hear the voices on the other end and the rickety elevator from down the hall. The building was vast with seven floors total: two above ground and the rest underground. Each floor had its own specific purpose. From what I remembered, the second floor above ground housed researcher offices and the second floor below ground held the archives. How else could the researchers here document the daily on-goings of Deamhan throughout the world?

I knew more than I wanted about the Brotherhood. Both of my parents were avid members. I was raised in it and at one point, I saw myself following in their footsteps. That all changed when my mother disappeared. My father did everything he could to bury her legacy and I wasn’t having any of it. To him, she opened Pandora’s Box when she decided to sway away from the rules and regulations set down by the organization. To me, I didn’t care. She was my mother and through blood, sweat, and tears, I found out what really happened to her.

She fell in love with one of the most powerful Deamhan in the city of Minneapolis at that time. I exposed that truth along with my father’s implication in her death, but that didn’t cause the Brotherhood researchers to leave the city in droves. In fact, it barely made a blip on their radar, thanks to my father who had the power to bury my findings and further dehumanize my mother’s legacy.

Now things had come full circle. I was back at the place where it all started and all I could think about was Blind Bluff Manor—my real home. There I felt safe but that was an oxymoron. How could I feel safe when I stayed under the same roof as Deamhan? Still, I wondered about what happened when the Brotherhood ripped me from my life there. Did they survive whatever onslaught they faced? Most importantly, did Nathan, the only other human who lived there, survive the uncertainty?

Three times a day, I had the pleasure of being visited by an older male who brought my breakfast, lunch, and dinner. He remained mute when I questioned him about who oversaw my imprisonment. He didn’t bother to look me in the eye. Once a day, an older woman came with her squeaky cart. She handed me fresh toiletries and a stack of Brotherhood journals. She too said nothing when I demanded answers.

Being part of the organization required constant training, reading, and researching. I didn’t consider myself a member but because of my father, I knew I would always be tied to the Brotherhood. I had no desire to scour through journals written by those who came before me and to recount each page verbatim. Through these writings they came to understand Deamhan behaviors, their lifestyle, and most importantly, how dangerous these creatures could be. I knew firsthand how dangerous they could be.

A few weeks ago, a woman with short auburn hair entered my room. Dressed in white blouse and dark slacks, she looked young to be part of the Brotherhood but I wouldn’t put it past its members to start their indoctrination early. At first, I honestly didn’t know what to think about her. Unlike the other two who came regularly, she told me her name, Miranda, and that all my questions would be answered soon. In the meantime, she wanted to know if I was being treated fairly and to bring up any other issues, I had so she could address them.

Oh, I had many issues and I didn’t know where to start. I want out of here, I said. "They can’t keep me here against