Odyssey (The Vampire Destiny Series Companion Book 1) (54 page)

Married to Armes Ahearne

Founding Board Member

Abilities/other information
:

Masking ability

*See Armes Ahearne, Josephine Anderson, Nikolaus Ahearne

Nikolaus Ahearne –Vampire Hybrid

Year Born: 1973

Brother to Josephine Anderson.

Son of Kian and Armes Ahearne.

Abilities/Other Information:

Vampire Hybird/Telepathic with the ability to bypass Kian’s talent

*See Kian Ahearne, Josephine Anderson

Adolfo Amaya –Vampire

Member of the Council.

Abilities/Other Information:

Tracking Talent

Garrett Anderson –Human

Year Born: Unknown

Josephine Anderson’s adoptive father 

Armes Ahearne’s brother

Josephine discovers in Illusion that he is also her blood Uncle.

*See Josephine Anderson, Armes Ahearne

Josephine Anderson –Vampire Hybrid

Year Born: 1983

Mate to Stefan Lifsten

Vampire Hybrid

Sister to Nikolaus Ahearne

Daughter of Kian & Armes Ahearne

Adoptive daughter of Garrett Anderson

Abilities/Other Information:

Psychic Empath

Mental Shield

*See Kian Ahearne, Armes Ahearne, Nikolaus Ahearne, Garrett Anderson, Stefan Lifsten/ Steafedn Hlífsteinn

Silvio Armeni -Vampire

Year Born: Unknown

Board Member/Council Member

Abilities/Other Information:

Telepath

Derek Collier -Vampire

Year Born: 1835

Member of the Council.

Lenora -Vampire

Year Born: Unknown

Member of the Council

Abilities/Other Information
:

Telepath

Stefan Lifsten/ Steafedn Hlífsteinn- Vampire

Year Born: 1037

Enforcer on the Council

Mate to Josephine Anderson

Sire to Lukas Meijer and Anna Wilson

See Lukas Meijer, Anna Wilson, Josephine Anderson

Abilities/Other Information:

Psychic

Sofia Mancini- Vampire

Year Born: 1122

Member of the Council

Abilities/Other Information
:

Assesses Vampire Talents

Lukas Meijer- Vampire

Year Born: Unknown

Progeny to Stefan Lifsten/ Steafedn Hlífsteinn

Abilities/Other Information:

Sixth Sense

Amir Negasso-Vampire

Year Born: Unknown

Former Catholic Clergyman from Ethiopia

Progeny of Solveig

Vampire sibling to Stefan Lifsten/ Steafedn Hlífsteinn

Abilities/Other Information:

Masking Ability

See Solveig, Stefan Lifsten/ Steafedn Hlífsteinn

Nigel Ryan- Vampire

Year Born: Unknown

Member of the Council

Abilities/Other Information:

Unknown

Solveig –Vampire

Year Born: Approximately 200 AD

Sire to Stefan Lifsten/ Steafedn Hlífsteinn and Amir Negasso

Abilities/Other Information:

Assesses Vampire Abilities

See Stefan Lifsten/ Steafedn Hlífsteinn and Amir Negasso

Reginald Sylvester-Vampire

Year Born: Unknown

Board Member/Council member.

Abilities/Other Information
:

Super Strength

Georgia Turner -Human

Year Born: 1972

Director of a charity in Bali, Indonesia

Friend to Josephine Anderson

Anna Wilson-Human/Vampire

Year Born: 1977

Realtor in Bali, Indonesia

Progeny of Stefan Lifsten/ Steafedn Hlífsteinn

Friend to Josephine Anderson

See Josephine Anderson, Stefan Lifsten/ Steafedn Hlífsteinn

Excerpt From Tempted: The Dark Hart Chronicles Book 1

Nine Years Earlier…

No matter how many times I do it, being jammed in an airplane was comparable to being stuffed in a sardine can.  Albeit an expensive sardine can layered with the strong smells of perfume and cologne, sweat, and last but most important...the alluring aroma of sweet blood.  It overpowered everything.

Closing my eyes, I held my breath and struggled to keep my mind focused on anything except the dueling odors engulfing me.  And if it wasn't the scent assaulting me, it was the sound of whispered conversations that were as clear as if they were next to me.  Add in the sound of wet heartbeats, the steady rush of blood flowing through veins…it was difficult to contain over 140 years of pure instinct.

"I’ve told you this before, Nick.  It makes it easier if you would read something.  You need to keep your mind focused on something other than the humans."

Malcolm's voice broke into my musings.  I opened my eyes and glanced down at his lap.  I grabbed his ‘distraction’ from his hand and glanced at the cover.  "Rolling Stone? This is keeping your mind focused?  I suppose small minds are easily occupied."

Snorting, he grabbed it back and opened the magazine back up.  "Would you rather read American Way?"

Enjoying the banter but keeping with the façade of hating it, I closed my eyes and rested my head against the leather seat.  "Did anyone ever tell you that you're a flaming asshole?"

Malcolm chuckled under his breath and adjusted the dark lensed glasses he insisted on wearing, partly out of necessity.  "You do every day without fail."

Breathing in a shallow breath of recycled air, I fought the burning in my throat.  I shifted in my seat, willing the plane to go faster.

"This...this is a shame."  Malcolm clicked his tongue against his teeth.

"Being stuck on this overcrowded airplane with an asshole?" I shot back sarcastically.  His tone had caught my attention.  Very rarely did Malcolm express any sort of sympathy for humans.

"Ha.  You missed your calling as a fucking comedian." Malcolm flicked a finger over the slick magazine pages.  "No.  It's this girl."

I let out a heavy exhale.  "You have my attention and I’ll bite.  What girl?"

"Humor me.  First look at this." Malcolm flipped back a few pages and turned the magazine towards me.  The advertisement was provocative and had the intentional grainy look of being shot in someone’s basement.  I’d seen many unmentionable things in my many years but this…this made me feel slimy for even looking at it.  It featured a much too young girl naked from the waist up, her breasts barely covered with her arms.  Clad only in skimpy panties, she was the focal point with a much older man posing as the photographer taking her photo.  Who in their right mind would let someone so young be exploited like this?

And yes, the girl was pretty.  In any other setting, she would be stunningly beautiful with her long blond hair, wide innocent sapphire blue eyes and high cheekbones.  But this…this was wrong.  Dirty.  She was much too young to be photographed like this.  I may be immortal, but I still have standards.  I pushed the magazine away in disgust.

Malcolm nodded in agreement.  "Now look at this." He flipped back to an article with the same girl.  Her lovely face looked haunted in the photo, her image caught by a random paparazzi photographer in Los Angeles.  "This girl is being made the poster child for every anti-child pornography group.  It's sad, really.  Humans.  They never...learn do they?"

"They never do.  Fucking idiots." I eyed the photo a final time.  Her long blond hair spilled over her narrow shoulders and her tiny frame looked as fragile as porcelain.  And her face...there was something behind those baby blues that intrigued me.  It had been years since anything or anyone caught my attention.

The chime of the overhead seat belt sign pulled my eyes away from the magazine and I strapped it on for the sake of appearing human.  It was tiring on my best days but today it was mind-numbingly monotonous.

Malcolm closed up the magazine and rolled it up tightly.  He tapped it against his knee nervously, a human trait he’d never been able to lose.  "So what's the plan this time?"

I grinned widely at my old friend.  "We need to learn how to fit in with the masses.  It's time to change how we operate.  It’s time to hide in plain sight."

He ran his fingers through his wavy hair.  His eyes were filled with curiosity.  "Do tell."

"All in good time, Malcolm." I reassured him and stretched my legs out in front of me.  "What was her name?"

"Who?  The girl from the…uh, ad?”  He opened the magazine and paged through the article.  “Savannah Wood.  You're not going soft on me are you, Nick?"

"You wish.  I just hope her parents have a shrink on retainer.  She's going to need it." The plane began its descent.  Sucking back another deep breath, I welcomed the relentless burn.  "Welcome to Los Angeles, my friend."

Chapter 1-One Look Was All It Took

Nine years later….

Siobhan had dragged me to yet another Hollywood party.  They were typically boring, filled with egotistical actors, spoiled actresses and the occasional arrogant music industry type that had been lucky enough to mingle with the so-called Hollywood elite.  Personally, I think these events border on the ridiculous.  But I might be a tad biased since I grew up attending these parties, plastering on fake smiles and going through the motions of acting as if it all mattered.  Really, in the grand scheme of things it really didn’t.

I'm not an actress or a singer.  My name is Savannah Wood.  I've lived a relatively privileged life as the daughter of a high-profile divorce attorney to the stars, Carlton Wood.  Between my father and Siobhan, I know more dirt about celebrities than I really ever wanted to know.  And trust me when I tell you this: the celebrities that are marketed to be ‘America's Sweetheart’ or The ‘Boy Next Door’ usually have more secrets to hide than the train-wrecks you see in the tabloids.  And sadly those splashy rags in the checkout lanes at grocery stores are usually right on.

If I chose to, I could likely spend my time star fucking my way through Hollywood, cashing in on the sizable allowance my father sent me each month.  That wasn't who I was.  I didn't want to be famous for being a STD-riddled, D-list slut famous for nothing except how many celebrities I could bed.  I suppose I was the exception, not the rule.

It was bad enough that my mother had forced me into a brief modeling stint after my father divorced her when I was 16.  She thought it would be fun to live vicariously through me.  I'm probably best known for a series of controversial underwear ads for a famous designer known for his blue jeans.  They were only scandalous because I was 16 at the time and photographed in semi-compromising positions with a much older male model.

Draining the last of my lukewarm champagne, I placed it on a passing server's tray, smoothly grabbing another.  With a bored sigh I glanced around the room, barely paying attention to the conversations going on around me.

"You could at least pretend to look like you're having fun," Siobhan muttered under her breath.  She popped some sort of puff pastry in her mouth and nudged my arm with her elbow.

"Why would I want to do that? Bored is the new black," I grumbled back grouchily.  "You know I hate this ass kissing crap."

Siobhan Winters had been my best friend since we were both in diapers.  Our fathers were college frat buddies, both ending up in the entertainment industry.  It was ironic that Siobhan and I had followed in their footsteps in the business.  She ran a successful gossip blog, Private Eye.  I'd chosen to be a Personal Assistant, working my way to becoming an agent.

If I could find a job,
I mused to myself.  More on that depressing subject later.

Siobhan shook her head and took a drink of her champagne.  "Whatever.  No one forced you here.  By the way, you have an admirer, Blondie.  2 o'clock."

Attempting to be nonchalant, I looked slightly to my right.  Slouching against the wall was Nick Hart.  Known for his reserved, charismatic appeal, he wasn't like other singers in the business.  Not only was he sharp and witty, he managed to avoid the paparazzi at all cost with some sort of second sense.  He was a mystery, which made him more appealing to the public.  Add in his beguiling smile and dark, handsome boy next-door looks, he was a PR wet dream.  He didn't need photo ops or gossip sites.  He was hot, sexy and everyone wanted him.

"I'm sure he's not looking at me," I shot back.  I took a nervous sip and cleared my throat.

"Denial ain't just a river in Egypt," Siobhan quipped.  She tossed her long red hair over her shoulder.  "Seriously dude, he's been watching you for at least 20 minutes.  Why wouldn't he look at you? You're fabulous.  Go talk to him."  She gave me a sharp shove.

My mouth dropped.  I turned to face her, staring at her as if she'd lost her mind.  "What am I supposed to do? Just saunter up to him and say what exactly?  Something like 'I've noticed you staring, would you like to take me home and have your way with me?’"