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The Tiny Vampire From Outer Space That’s Bitey IV: Vampires on Earth (Shadow Conn Tiny Vampire Book 4)
Shadow, Marcus and their friends made it to Earth, but they still have a food problem. Earthling blood isn't palatable, and they only have a two-month supply of bloodbags. Marcus must find a way to distill Earthling blood and create a long-term food supply that will feed them and their growing vampire families while not alerting the humans to their presence.
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Chapter 1
First Night on Earth
Marcus found a computer in the office and used it to look up their bank accounts and the bills they’d have to pay on Earth. Luckily, there were notes in as desk drawer explaining everything. Shadow thought Captain George had had it put there. Marcus wasn’t so sure. He thought they left that information for everyone. There were no bills in space, and given the amount of time some of the humans spent in space, it was quite likely they’d forget how to pay bills.
Shadow sprawled out on the couch in Marcus’ office. [Are we rich?]
Marcus laughed. [No, but we’re not hurting for money.]
[Is there any food here at all?] Shadow asked.
[Other than the bloodbags we brought? Not really,] Marcus said. [I found blood banks, but they’re not like what we had on Umbra and Chivitas. These use their blood for medical purposes. Transfusions and other products for the living.]
[Can we buy it?] Shadow asked.
[I didn’t see a way to buy it,] Marcus said.
[What are we going to do?]
[This house came with a refrigerator and a large chest freezer. All of our bloodbags are in it. They should still last us a month. Maybe two,] Marcus said. [If I can’t find a way to get us drinkable live food, I’ll break into a blood bank and steal them.]
[But we still can’t eat it,] Shadow said. [You’d have to distill it first.]
[Shit.] Marcus contemplated. She was right. The bloodbags would be full of Earthling blood.
[This isn’t any better than we had,] Shadow said.
[Yes, it is,] Marcus said. [Everything on this planet is alive. I just have to find a way to make that blood taste good.]
[Would it be easier to steal the blood bags and practice distilling them?] Shadow asked.
[Yes, it would,] Marcus said. [Good idea.]
[Can we do it tonight?] Shadow asked.
[The sun rises in less than an hour,] Marcus said.
[These nights are short,] Shadow said.
[They are, but I think this is summer, and they get longer in the winter,] Marcus said.
[When it’s cold,] Shadow said.
Marcus stood from his computer. He joined Shadow on the couch and pulled her into his lap. [You are stressed for no reason. There’s no one hunting us. There’s no Elder Guards. There is food, and we can drink it. All I’m trying to do is make it taste better.] He stretched across the couch and situated her until she was laying on him. [We made it. We are home.]
Shadow laid her head on his chest and purred. [We’re really home?]
[We are home, Shadow. No more running across multiple universes. No more pitstops on other planets. We can have our childer in peace. There are some minor issues, and I will take care of them.]
[Where are the rookeries?] Shadow asked.
[The empty one is in the garage. The one with the four sacs is on the floor in the hall closet.] Marcus said. [Did you want to try for more tomorrow night, or did you want to get settled in?] Marcus asked.
[When’s the one after tomorrow?] Shadow asked.
[March 31. In about a week. It’s a black moon,] Marcus said. [There are also super full moons coming up on April 29th and May 28th, and I think I read tht there’s a blue moon a week after the black moon.]
[You said there’s one moon a month,] Shadow said.
[Just about. This month there were three, but we missed the first one. The second is tomorrow, and the third is in a week,] Marcus said.
[I’m used to the breeding season where there are lots of moons in a two or three months,] Shadow said.
[And you don’t have sex during those months if you don’t want to accidentally fill a sac,] Marcus said. [This planet will be a little more tricky.]
[We could end up with more than we want,] Shadow said.
[A couple unplanned sacs are almost guaranteed until we get used to these lunar cycles. I may have to set up reminders somewhere,] Marcus said. [But I’m not going to get worked up about it if it happens.]
Shadow laughed as she heard his underlying thought. [If you want sex that night, we’re going to do it anyway.]
[Restraint isn’t my strong point with you,] Marcus said. [If we end up with twenty instead of ten, so be it.]
[What happens if the sacs aren’t filled?] Shadow asked.
[If you’re not around a male vampire, I doubt they release at all,] Marcus said. [And given what I know of you now, I don’t think you’ll release sacs for a male you don’t think is worthy.]
Shadow laughed. [So far, only for you.]
[The horrible accident was your first one, wasn’t it?] Marcus asked.
[It was,] Shadow said. [But I’m not sure I ever had sex during breeding season. I tried to avoid it.]
Marcus slid a hand down her back. [Well, we know what happens when they fill, so it won’t be entirely unknown. It’ll just be unplanned.]
[What about tomorrow?] Shadow asked.
[We’ll decide tomorrow,] Marcus said. [Remember, I can hear your thoughts too. You’re not entirely on board either.]
[I’m tired,] Shadow said.
[Let’s eat and go to bed. We’re probably suffering from space lag,] Marcus helped her off his body. He walked with her into the kitchen and grabbed two bloodbags out of the refrigerator. “Do you want me to microwave these?”
Shadow jumped and gasped. “Yes.”
Marcus laughed. “Startled by my voice.” He put the blood bags in the microwave on low power for 30 seconds.
“You haven’t ‘talked’ all night,” Shadow said.
“It’s more intimate to talk through the bond,” Marcus said. He pulled the bloodbags out of the microwave and tested them. He shook his head and tossed them back in for another 30 seconds.
“You miss it,” Shadow said.
“My first Bonded and I talked through the Bond in the early days. It wasn’t always bad, Shadow,” Marcus said. “We grew apart quickly though. She embraced the new ways. I didn’t.”
“You were the same age?” Shadow asked.
“She was two hundred years younger than me,” Marcus said. “It shouldn’t have made much of a difference, but it did.”
“Who ended your Bond?” Shadow asked.
“She did,” Marcus said.
“I thought they were permanent,” Shadow said.
“I think she deliberately had herself torpored,” Marcus said. “It wasn’t a clean break. It faded away over the course of about 50 years. What you felt in my memories was the day I realized it was gone.”
“That’s extreme, but I didn’t think she was finaled,” Shadow said.
“I don’t believe she was finaled,” Marcus said. “Or if she was, it was well after that Bond was over.”
“What happens if one of us gets finaled?” Shadow asked.
“If one of us were to get finaled, the Bond would snap,” Marcus said. “And it’s immediate. Not that I’ve experienced it. I witnessed it. There were more than a few Bonded pairs in the wars I fought. If one of them was finaled, the other would scream and collapse.”
“What happened then?” Shadow said.
“Most were killed by the enemy before they could suffer for very long.”
Shadow frowned.
“If I saw it, I’d take them behind the lines, but they never recovered. We ended up sending them home,” Marcus said.
“I don’t want to be finaled,” Shadow said.
“There are only two ways they can final us here. Sunlight and fire,” Marcus said.
“Cutting off our heads and staking us,” Shadow said.
“Not likely here,” Marcus said. He took the bloodbags out of the microwave and handed one to Shadow. “But this is a rather gruesome conversation for our first night here. I’d rather focus on the positives.”
Shadow sank her fangs into it and drained it. She tossed the empty bag in the trash. “We need an incinerator.”
“For what?” Marcus asked after he finished his bloodbag.
“They don’t drink from bloodbags here,” Shadow said.
“These bags don’t burn well,” Marcus said. “They turn into a clump, then I have to clean them out of the incinerator. We’ll just double-bag everything.”
“Do we have bags?” Shadow asked.
Marcus opened the cabinet to reveal several boxes of black 30-gallon black trash bags. “Plenty.” He threw away his bloodbag. “Are you ready for a shower?”
“Yes,” Shadow said.
Marcus walked with her out of the kitchen and down a hall to their bedroom. The master bathroom was smaller than he would have liked, but it was still attached to the bedroom.
“What is that?” Shadow motioned to the toilet.
“I believe that’s where they release their excrement,” Marcus said. “There was one on the Earthling ship in our room, but it was behind a door.”
“What is that white paper,” Shadow said.
“On the roll attached to the wall?” Marcus asked.
“Yeah,” Shadow said.
Marcus contemplated. “I don’t know.” He walked over to the linen closet and opened the doors to grab two washcloths and some towels. He spotted more of the paper wrapped in a plastic bag on the bottom shelf. “Here it is.” He pulled out the package and read the words. “Toilet paper. Made by a company called Charmin. Ultra-soft apparently. The latter must be the texture.” He put the package back on the shelf.
“What’s it used for?” Shadow asked.
“Probably something to do with how they clean themselves after they release their excrement.” Marcus turned on the shower and tested the water. “Wait a minute. This is cold.” When Shadow didn’t respond, he turned his head to view her examining the toiler paper.
Shadow tore off one square and held it up. “They clean themselves with this?”
Marcus laughed. He walked over and took it from her. “I bet they use more than one square, because this...” He drug it lightly over Shadow’s face. “Wouldn’t even clean your face after you fed.”
Shadow giggled.
Marcus threw it in the trash. Then, he saw another container on the counter next to the sink. “This might, though.” He pulled out a wet sheet and smelled it. “It definitely has some sort of cleaner on it. He rubbed it over his hand. “That’s kind of refreshing.” He looked at Shadow. “Come here.”
Shadow took off her dress and tossed it next to the wall before walking over to Marcus.
Marcus wiped her face with it. “How’s that feel?”
“I like how it smells,” Shadow said.
“The toilet paper isn’t useful, but these are,” Marcus said. He threw it in the trash.
“Is the shower ready?” Shadow asked.
Marcus walked over and tested the water. “It is.”
Shadow hopped inside.
Marcus undressed and tossed his clothes on top of Shadow’s. He hoped Alba was serious about performing the domestic duties in their house. Otherwise, he’d have to hire a maid. He wasn’t any good at cleaning, and he didn't think Shadow had the attention span for it.
Marcus stepped into the shower with her. She was already washing, but it didn’t stop him from taking the washcloth out of her hand. Marcus slowly washed her back then her front down to her toes. Once he was finished washing her body, he washed her hair then nudged her under the water to rinse.
Marcus washed and rinsed his body and hair. By the time he stepped out, Shadow was out of the shower and looking for something at the sink. “What do you need?”
“I can’t find the fangpaste,” Shadow said.
Marcus walked over to the sink. He opened the medicine cabinet. It’s this.” He handed the tube to Shadow.
“It says toothpaste,” Shadow said.
“They don’t have fangs,” Marcus said. “It’ll work. Your teeth aren’t going to rot anyway. It’ll just help control vampire breath.”
“How’d we have fangpaste on the ship?” Shadow asked as she applied some to her fangbrush.
“I brought some. When we ran out, I replicated it,” Marcus said. “There’s no replicator in this house, and I didn’t think to make some before we left.”
Shadow smelled it. “It’s mint.”
“I know.” Marcus applied some to his fangbrush. “If I can get out to a store, I’ll see if they have any other flavors.”
Shadow brushed her fangs. She spit out the foul-tasting foam and rinsed her mouth out several times.
Marcus finished brushing his teeth and rinsed his mouth. “If we can find a store that’s open tomorrow, what flavor do you want. I’m sure they don’t have blood.”
“Chocolate,” Shadow said.
“We’ll see if we can find it.” Marcus walked with her into the bedroom. He pulled back the covers and laughed when Shadow dove in. He slid into the bed next to her and pulled the blankets over both of them. Then, he pulled Shadow against his body and closed his eyes.
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The Tiny Vampire From Outer Space That’s Bitey III: Earthbound (Shadow Conn Tiny Vampire Book 3)
After nearly being imprisoned on Chivitas for being Umbra vampires, Marcus and Shadow escape the hostile planet with their friends, Oliver, Alera and Alba, in Marcus' homebuilt spaceship. The quarters are cramped. The ship is rickety. can they make it to Earth before the ship comes apart?
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Vampires in Space
Alera listened to the sounds coming from the front bedroom. She wished Marcus and Shadow would have chosen the back bedroom. Any time she wanted to leave hers, she had to make sure they weren’t in their bedroom, and right now, the door between her sleeping room and theirs was closed.
She turned her head when there was a knock on the rear doorframe between her room and the cargo hold. It was Alba.
“Are they still occupied?” Alba asked.
“Not sure. They were talking. Then, I assume being intimate. I heard some growls. It’s pretty quiet now, but the door isn’t open.”
“Are we going to get trapped back here every time they want to connect?” Alba asked.
“Probably,” Alera said. “It’s been quiet for a few minutes. I’m going to risk it.” She unlatched the door as quietly as she could and opened it. Marcus and Shadow were on the bed. [They’re asleep.]
Alba stepped into the doorway. [Passed out. Look at all that blood.]
[Looks like Bonding,] Alera said as she examined the streaks covering their shoulders and running down their chests.
[I thought they were already Bonded,] Alba said.
[So did I, but they both have healing neck wounds,] Alera said.
[He filled her sacs before they Bonded. That’s almost unheard of,] Alba said.
[He’s a huge vampire, and her sacs are ready,] Alera said. [They probably couldn’t help it.]
[Good point. I haven’t seen sacs that well-formed in a long time,] Alba said.
[I used to work in an Expellery,] Alera said. [Most sacs I helped expell had to have a rookery. They were not hangable. The cords were short, and the sac walls were thin. You could hang hers.] She moved through the bedroom and opened the next door.
Oliver turned around when he heard a door open. Alera and Alba were making their way through the food chamber. [Are they asleep?]
[They are very asleep,] Alera said. [I think they Bonded.]
Oliver blinked. [I thought they were already Bonded.]
[So did we, but they are passed out with neck wounds,] Alba said.
[If that’s the case, they’ll be out for a couple hours. They have to process each other's memories, and it can take some time for the Bond to form,] Oliver said. [Close that door. Give them some privacy.]
Alera closed the door between the food chamber and Marcus’ and Shadow’s bedroom. “How’s it going up here?”
“We’re up to lightspeed eight. Estimated time, six to seven months,” Oliver said. “By the time we get to ten or eleven, it should be one to two months, assuming everything goes correctly.”
“It’s going to be a long two months,” Alba said.
Oliver chuckled. “Better than starving on Chivitas and getting harassed by Elder Guards. We’re going to be on this shuttle for so long that eventually, they won’t care if you walk through while they’re doing the deed.”
“You’d think he would have wanted to be closer to the rookery,” Alba said.
“Shadow has unique feeding needs,” Oliver said. “He wanted to keep her close to the food.”
Alera looked out the windshield. “Amazing view.”
“Have a seat,” Oliver said. He motioned to the other two chairs. “It’s nice up here.”
“How close will we get to any suns?” Alba asked.
“Not close enough to bother us.” He motioned. “There’s two out there, but we’re so far away, they don’t matter.”
“What about the moons?” Alera asked.
Oliver laughed. He knew where she was going with that question. “We don’t know. When I was working for the space program, they weren’t even considering researching the ability to have mated childer aboard a ship. They didn’t think it was a high priority. The moon is the trigger, but they’ve never figured out the other factors, and those other factors may not be present in space.”
“Obviously, it doesn’t matter the planet,” Alba said.
“I’ve always thought it’s a combination of the moon cycle and tides,” Oliver said. “Even the research supports that. The closer you get to any large body of water, the more instances of mated childer.”
“Sorry to change the subject,” Alera said. “But what do we know about Earth and Earthlings?”
“Marcus would be the one to ask. He spent two or three nights with them during their transport to Chivitas,” Oliver said. “I know they’re alive. Technically, we’d consider them food, but it’s long since been rumored that their blood is poison to us.”
“Has anyone tried it?” Alera asked.
“Well, here’s the kicker. Marcus and Shadow can drink it,” Oliver said. “Marcus tolerated it fine. Shadow said it upset her stomach.”
“Shadow is still in her pukey years,” Alba said. “What else did Marcus say about it?”
“He said he didn’t like the way it tasted, but it did what it was supposed to do,” Oliver said. “He thinks he can create a distillation process to make it more palatable.”
“And he thinks we’ll still have bloodbags left when we land?” Alera asked.
“He stocked four months. He’s assuming we’ll land in one to two months. That would give us another one to two months of food while he figures out how to make Earthling blood tolerable to drink,” Oliver said.
“Do you hear movement?” Alba asked.
“Alera, check on them,” Oliver said.
Alera walked over to the door between the food room and the first bedroom. She cracked open the door. [They’re moving. Alba, get two bloodbags.]
Alba grabbed two bloodbags out of the refrigerator and handed them to Alera.
Alera quietly stepped into the bedroom. She saw Marcus open his eyes. She held out a bloodbag. “Marcus, you have to feed.”
Marcus blearily took the bloodbag and drained it. He inhaled and looked around.
“Feed Shadow.” Alera handed him the second blood bag. She’d already released the valve to the straw.
Marcus slid the straw into Shadow's mouth and watched as she sucked it dry. Then, he pulled her into his arms.
Alera closed the door and turned back to the control room. “He’s still dazed, and she’s asleep, but they’re both fed.”
“What would they do without us,” Oliver said.
“Probably leave the damned thing on autopilot with no monitoring,” Alera said.
“They might have made it, but I’ve had to make a couple manual corrections,” Oliver said. “Nothing major. Just don’t want to get too close to any gas giants or stars.”
“Is that our path?” Alera asked.
“It is. He loaded a star map,” Oliver said. “That’s tracking where we are, and where we’re going.”
“Is that connected to the autopilot?” Alera asked.
“Unfortunately not,” Oliver said. “But it is tracking us accurately. It also shows any large objects that may get in our way. Hence, the manual corrections.”
“He did an impressive job with this,” Alba said.
“Especially when you consider that he built it in three weeks,” Oliver said.
“I don’t think it’s been that long,” Alera said. “They moved in about…” She did the mental math. “No, three weeks would be about right.”
“Three weeks and four childer,” Oliver said.
“They’ve been busy on multiple fronts,” Alera said.
“Did he remember to put any entertainment on this ship?” Alba asked.
“I do not know. There might be something in the cargo hold,” Oliver said. “But I’d wait until they wake up.”
“At least we have a nice view,” Alba said.
“And we can still get to the food,” Alera said.
“Are you sure you don’t have a deck of cards, Alera?” Oliver asked.
“Oh, I might.” Alera stood. She quietly made her way to the back bedroom and dug through her purse. At the very bottom in a side pocket, she found a deck of cards.
Alera snuck back to the control room. She closed Shadow and Marcus’ door and sat down in her chair. “I found a deck of cards.”
“Let’s play some poker,” Oliver said.
Alera dealt the cards. “Five card stud. Nothing wild.”
“Paper cards,” Alba said.
“The last time I went to buy the digital cards all the reviews said they cracked,” Alera said. “I’ve had these for two-hundred years. They’re a little worn, but they still work.”
“These are fine,” Alba said. “I just hadn’t seen a set like this in a while.”
They spent the remainder of the evening playing poker and monitoring the computers.
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The Tiny Vampire From Outer Space That’s Bitey II: Escaping Chivitas (Shadow Conn Tiny Vampire Book
Due to the Earthing's fear of fanged creatures, Shadow and Marcus had to make an unscheduled landing on Chivitas, a planet of telepathic vampires who hate shadow-wielders. Marcus is determined to build a spaceship to get them to Earth where there is abundant food, and they can raise an undead family. Can he do it before they are captured by the Elder Guard simply for being Umbra?
Chapter 1
Hunting the Umbra Vampire
Rafal listened to his radio intercom as he sat in his car and filed his latest report. A business owner in Iria was shorting the Elders by misrepresenting his sales. Considering it was a ten-thousand gold piece a month business, the Elders were understandably furious. All businesses owed the Elders thirty percent of their profits. This owner had stated he only made five-thousand a month, which meant he’d been paying the elders 1,500 a month when he actually owed 3,000, and it’d been going on for years. The man now owed the Elders over a million gold pieces, and he owed that million in the next 30 days, or Elder Guards would be sent to take it over. The owner would be sent to the dungeons until the debt was paid.
The tax problem didn’t bother Rafal. What bothered him was the information coming over his intercom. A team of 30 Elder Guards had two suspected Umbra vampires pinned down in a house in Nova, which was two towns from his current location. The town was critical since it housed one of Chivitas’ space and rocket research centers. They couldn’t have Umbra vampires killing their best scientists and engineers as a food supply.
Rafal finished his report and sent it just as he heard the Captain give the order to take the house. Then, he heard a howl. Rafal cringed. That was a very angry Umbra vampire. The rest of it was garbled. Rafal thought he heard a no. Sounds of breaking bones, and someone yelling that they’d interrupted an expellation.
Rafal triggered his intercom, gave his name, rank and badge number and ordered them to fall back. Rafal cursed as he heard more sounds of vampire bones breaking. If they’d interrupted an expellation, the howl he heard was the male, and that Umbra vampire wouldn’t just be pissed, he’d be frenzied.
Rafal yelled. “Fall back!”
“We can’t. He’s everywhere!”
Rafal recognized that as the captain’s voice. “Get off the property! He’s protecting his Bonded and new childe! Who the hell did the goddamned recon!? How did they not know she was about to expel?” If there was one thing he knew as clear as the full moon, you never wanted to interrupt a mated pair during an expellation.
Rafal heard more garbled noise. “Fuck.” He switched channels and gave his name, rank and badge number.
“Were you listening to Nova, Rafal?” an Elder asked.
“I was,” Rafal said. “The recon was bad. He was Bonded.”
“The recon said the female was a childe,” the Elder said.
“Either way. They missed the fact that she was about to expel,” Rafal said.
“They’re all finaled?”
“I ordered them to fall back, but it was too late,” Rafal said. “What do you want me to do?”
“Get to the house. See if you can find the female and locate the childe,” the Elder said.
“They won’t be there by the time I get there,” Rafal said.
“Check it anyway and report back.”
“On my way,” Rafal said. He ended the communication and sighed. He hated when this shit happened, and he hoped that sac was in one piece. If not, they could count on more hell from these two Umbra vampires.
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It was a two-hour drive to Nova. Rafal parked outside the house and listened. He heard nothing. The yard looked clean. He stepped out of his car and cautiously approached the front door. It was closed. Rafal turned the handle and pushed it open. “Elder Guard! Entering through the front door!”
Oliver stepped into the living room from the kitchen. “I’m not who you’re looking for. I’m just cleaning up the mess.”
Rafal looked at the man. “Who are you?”
“A neighbor,” Oliver said.
“You were hired to clean up the mess?” Rafal asked.
“I was,” Oliver said.
“Where’s the male?” Rafal asked.
“I don’t know. He paid me to clean this and left,” Oliver said. “I assume he went to find his Bonded.”
“She’s not here either?” Rafal asked.
“He sent her away during the commotion,” Oliver said.
“Where’s the childe?” Rafal asked.
Oliver motioned to the kitchen.
Rafal walked through the door and looked around. It was still a mess, but he could see where they’d been cleaning. Along the far wall, he saw a crushed sac. “Shit.”
“Tell the Elders they did a great job here. Now you have an extremely pissed Umbra vampire on the planet, not just a hungry one,” Oliver said.
“Hungry’s got nothing on this,” Rafal said as he took another look around the kitchen. The sac was haunting. “Is that red hair?”
“You not only killed their childe, you killed a rare one,” Oliver said.
“You wouldn’t tell me if they came back, would you?” Rafal asked.
“Not a chance in Hades,” Oliver said. “You killed their childe.”
“I figured,” Rafal said and cursed. He ran his hands through his black hair. “Damnit. Damnit. Damnit.” He looked at the vampire cleaning the kitchen. “Did you know she was about to expel?”
“I did,” Oliver said.
“When did you notice?” Rafal asked.
“Last night,” Oliver said. “She had a pretty good distension. I’d say three or four inches.”
“You can’t miss that,” Rafal said.
“Nope,” Oliver said as he prepared a bucket of water and bleach.
“I guess an apology wouldn’t go very far,” Rafal said.
“They were waiting for that for 50 years. I would think not,” Oliver said.
“Give them my condolences anyway,” Rafal said. “We’re not here to final childer. We just can’t have them here because they’ll eat our food supply.”
“They were just trying to find a safe home for their family,” Oliver said. “Tell that to your Hadesdamned Elders.”
“I have,” Rafal said. “We all know Umbra is running out of food.”
“What’s your report on this incident?” Oliver asked as he dunked the mop in the bucket.
“I didn’t find anything here,” Rafal said. “Not even you.”
He turned and walked out of the house. Rafal stepped into his car and triggered his intercom. “The house was empty.”
“No male. No female, and no childe?” the Elder asked.
“The childe is finaled,” Rafal said. “Crushed against a wall.”
“What?”
Rafal repeated his words.
“Did it look deliberate?” the Elder asked.
“It looked like our guards knocked it out of his hand. They're fragile when they first emerge.” Rafal waited while the Elder contemplated.
“We have to keep looking for them. We can’t have Umbra on our planet. They eat too much.”
“I agree, but what do you want me to do. This isn’t just a hungry Umbra anymore. This is an angry Umbra,” Rafal said. “Accidental or otherwise, we just finaled his childe.”
“Find the female,” the Elder said. “She’ll be less dangerous. And once we have her, he should show up.” He paused. “But give it a couple nights. I want them to calm down. Then, check the town next to Nova. Take Decimus with you.”
“Will do.” Rafal said ended the communication.
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The Tiny Vampire From Outer Space That’s Bitey: Escaping Umbra (Shadow Conn Tiny Vampire Book
When you want to read the best vampire fiction books on the internet, you don't want to read the same ole thing. The tiny bitey vampire series isn't the same vampire love story you've read 60 times. It's a space adventure. It's a drama. it's a vampire romance. It's a hard-luck story, and it is must-read vampire fiction. Start with Book 1 and make your way through the series. Learn how Shadow and Marcus overcome adversity and make their way across multiple galaxies in an effort to find a new planet to live on and grow their bitey family.
With the food supply running out, tiny vampire, Shadow, has no choice but to leave her home planet of Umbra in search of a better food supply. There's only one problem, Umbra doesn't have any spaceships. Luckily, there's an Earthling ship not far from her town. Can she stowaway long enough to reach a safe haven?
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Books about vampires and romance may be a dime a dozen, but Marcus and Shadow aren't your generic, dime-store vampires in a generic romance plot where the hero and heroin meet each other, like each other, think about dating, start dating and then decide they can't date for whatever reason, and 10 pages near the end they don't suddenly change their minds and start dating. This is raw vampire romance while the characters solve big problems in order to be able to continue their immortal existence.
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Chapter 1
Escaping Umbra
Shadow forced herself out from the pile of blankets where she’d been sleeping and flopped across the bed on her back.
“Good evening, Shadow. The time is now 8 PM. The sun has been down six minutes.”
Shadow groaned and huffed at the talking clock. Why she bought that was beyond her. The voice was far too cheery for this time of night. The sun was barely set, and she was still exhausted. Unfortunately, she had to get up, find something to eat and get to work. She had prisoners to interrogate and bite.
Shadow stumbled out of bed and into the kitchen. She opened the refrigerator door and groaned. Every shelf was empty. She checked the crisper drawers and freezer. Also empty.
She closed the door and sighed. There were two bloodbags in there last night. Now there were none. It was unlikely anyone broke into her house to get them. Anyone who knew, knew she was Jacques Umbra’s childe. That knowledge was enough to keep everyone out of her dwelling. The only plausible solution was that she slept-ate them.
She pressed the button on the screen to see the last 10 times the refrigerator was opened. Since she’d just opened it, she disregarded the last time. The next most recent time was 3 PM. “Damnit.” Shadow didn’t remember getting out of bed, but she obviously had.
Just to be certain, she brought up the information on the front and back doors. No one had opened the back door in a month. The last time the front door was opened was last night at 4 AM. That was when Shadow arrived home, or close enough to it that she didn’t doubt she was the last person to enter or leave the house.
Shadow hoped there was food at the bloodbank. If there wasn’t, she’d be hunting it, which would make her late to the interrogation building. She started to walk out the front door when she realized she was naked.
It was a quick trip upstairs to throw a summer dress on and strap her sandals to her feet. Then, she tossed her cloak over her shoulders and walked out of her two-story house. The bloodbank was down the street, and she could see the line from her house. That wasn’t a good sign, but Shadow walked the block and a half down to the front door anyway.
“Is this the line for the food?” Shadow asked the tall vampire standing nearest the door.
“And the rumor is that they are rationing. One bloodbag per vampire,” he said.
Shadow huffed. “Are they open?”
“Two minutes,” he said as he watched the little female vampire standing just to the side of the line. She had her hood up, but he could see the edges of her red hair.
Shadow looked at the line. More vampires had tacked themselves onto the end. "Oh…"
“How old are you?” he asked. Judging by the way she was fidgeting on her feet, she wasn’t very old and starving.
“Hundred and fifty-three,” Shadow said.
The vampire frowned and scanned the area, wondering where in Pluto’s name her Sire was. “Stand here.” He motioned to the spot in front of him.
Shadow stepped in front of him. “Why?”
“Because I was about to tell you that you should have woken earlier if you wanted to avoid the line, but you are up early,” he said. “For your age.” He paused. “I’m Marcus.” He held out his hand. When she offered hers, he clasped it briefly. Just long enough to let him know she was indeed starving. She was cool, and he could see her veins through her skin.
“Shadow,” she said as she marveled at the size of his hand. It was twice as big as hers.
Marcus nodded. “We’ll make sure you get some food.”
“You can’t let her ahead of you,” the vampire behind him said. “I’ve been waiting since before sundown.”
“So have I, and yes, I can,” Marcus said. The tension in the line rose. Line cutters were highly frowned upon, but Marcus wasn’t going to let this little red-headed vampire starve. When the vampire took a swing at him, he grabbed his hand in a crushing grip. “Attack me, and neither of us will need any food in this building.”
“Let go of me,” he said.
Marcus released the vampire’s hand. Then, caught Shadow as she tried to bite it. He expected more solidity in her body, but there was almost nothing there. Half her perceived size was her cloak. However, he managed to get ahold of her before she got ahold of the asshole behind them. “She's a hundred and fifty-three, and your hand is bleeding. Do you want me to let go of her? She’ll bite you a hundred times before she finds a good vein.” When he heard Shadow inhale, he bit the thumb on his other hand and stuck it in her mouth.
The vampire flexed his hand. Two of the bones were out of the skin. He grimaced as they snapped back into place. He was outgunned and knew it. His patience was thin due to lack of food. “I know she's hungry. I have childer, and I remember when they were her age." He watched Marcus as he forcefully calmed himself. He was third in line, not fiftieth. "I never did that with mine. What does that do?"
"Calms them down," Marcus said. He kissed the top of her head as he felt her relax. "If you can't find food right away, or they get upset, bite your thumb, put it in their mouth. It's not enough blood loss to cause you any harm, but it does wonders for them."
"I'll have to remember that," he said just as the doors to the building were unlocked.
“First in line,” the woman said.
“That’s you, tiny.” Marcus withdrew his thumb and nudged her toward the door.
Shadow walked through the doors. “Is there food?”
“Not a lot,” the woman said. “But follow me.”
Shadow walked with the woman back to a cold storage room and watched as she picked up a bloodbag.
The woman handed it to her. “That’s all we can give. Our shipment is running late.”
“By how long?” Shadow asked.
“Over a week,” she said.
Shadow sighed and looked at the bag. “Where’s the cup?”
The woman twisted a hinge at the top of the bag and held out the built-in straw. “New type of bag. Just drink.” She motioned to the back door. “You can wait for your Sire out back.”
Shadow blinked. Sire? Then, she remembered the vampire who’d helped her in the line. She shrugged, not seeing any reason to dissuade the woman from believing she still had a Sire.
Shadow sucked on the bag as she walked out the back door. This was terrible. She’d never gotten only one bag. It wouldn’t be enough for right now, let alone the whole night.
She was halfway through the bag when she heard a voice behind her.
“Not enough, is it?”
Shadow turned to see the vampire from the line. “No. Did she tell you I was waiting out back for you?”
“She assumed I was your Sire,” Marcus said.
“I noticed,” Shadow said. “Why?”
“Because only a Sire does what I did,” Marcus said.
“It helped,” Shadow said.
“Do you feel better now?” he asked.
“Not well enough to go to work. I’ll have to hunt for something first.”
“I haven’t been able to find any live food in two weeks,” Marcus said. “Does your work offer food?”
“Not officially,” Shadow said. “And it’s better if I’m fed when I walk in the door.”
“One bloodbag doesn’t constitute fed for your age. You may want to call off. It could take you all night to find something else,” Marcus said as he walked with her down an alley. The lights looked unusually dim tonight. Of course, they were always dim on Umbra, but it felt like there was a fog rolling it.
“When do you think this food shortage will be over?” Shadow asked. “I haven’t heard anything about it.”
“We haven’t heard anything official because there’s no solution,” Marcus said.
“What?” Shadow questioned.
“The planet is running out of food, and they have no idea how to get more food,” Marcus said. “Which is why there’s been no statement from the government or otherwise.”
“I heard they were trying to create an army to take over other planets,” Shadow said.
“I’ve heard that rumor myself, but I can’t confirm it. The only thing I can confirm is that this planet is running out of food,” Marcus said.
“So, we’re all going to go into starvation Torpor?”
“That’s about the size of it,” Marcus said.
“What point is it to go to work if I’m going to starve either way?”
“Not much of one,” Marcus said. “But I may have a solution for you.”
“What?”
“If you want to get off this planet and try your luck somewhere else, there’s a shuttle about five miles outside of town,” Marcus said.
“Shuttle for what?” Shadow asked.
“Shuttle full of Earthlings,” Marcus said. “I don’t know their next stop, but I heard they’re leaving later tonight.”
“Earth. Isn’t that full of poison?” Shadow asked.
“It’s not palatable, but it may be better than nothing,” Marcus said.
“Are you going?” Shadow asked.
“I’m contemplating it, but I haven’t decided.” He held up his empty bloodbag. “However, this is hardly adequate, not even for me.”
“I don’t know what to do,” Shadow said.
“Where’s your Sire?” Marcus asked.
“I was left to fend for myself after the first year.”
Marcus frowned. “My suggestion is that you find that transport ship and get on it. This food shortage isn’t going to get any better, and you won’t survive very long on one bloodbag a night.”
Shadow looked at her empty bloodbag. “What if others are there trying to get on?”
“I don’t think they will be. Very few know,” Marcus said.
“How do you know?” Shadow asked.
“It’s my job to know,” Marcus said. “Come with me.”
“Are you helping me?” Shadow asked.
“I just might be,” Marcus said.
“Why?” Shadow asked as she followed him.
“Nothing better to do tonight,” Marcus said.
“That’s not a reason,” Shadow said.
Marcus led her through a series of underused alleys. “I like your hair.”
Shadow laughed.
“Only about ten percent of our population have red hair, and even fewer of them have curly hair,” Marcus said, happy that he’d gotten a smile out of this little vampire. “I guess it’s as good a reason as any.” He opened a door. “Inside.”
Shadow walked into the small house. She didn't readily see any technology. This house had to be a thousand years old with minimal upgrades. “Why is this so small?”
“Never bothered to move, even after I got a better job,” Marcus said. “I’m not Bonded, and my childer are elsewhere on the planet.” He grabbed a bag and packed it with blankets and clothes. Then, he packed a second bag with more blankets. The second bag, he handed to Shadow.
Marcus grabbed a third bag and packed it with electronics, papers and discs. “Do you have your IDs and documents with you?”
“No,” Shadow said as she looked at all the bags. “Are you coming?”
“Leaving isn’t exactly a bad idea, now that I think about it.” Marcus realized as he talked to her that he didn’t have much of a reason to stay either. Eternity didn’t matter if there was no future, and he didn’t see a future on a planet with no food. Marcus finished packing the third bag. “Let’s go.”
Shadow walked with him out of the dwelling. She put the bag under her cloak. “Are you sure they’ll still be there?”
“I hope so,” Marcus said. “And because they might be getting ready to leave, I’ll have to find you some new documents when we get to where we’re going. I don’t think we have time to stop by your house.”
“Probably not.” Her house was blocks away. “When’s the next spaceship visit?” Shadow asked.
“Months from now,” Marcus said as they walked. “If ever again. You know these Earthling types…”
“I don’t,” Shadow said.
“If they didn’t find anything of interest, they won’t be back. Any upcoming trips would depend on if they found any reason for further exploration,” Marcus said.
“It’s not very interesting here,” Shadow said.
“We don’t find it interesting, especially with the lack of food,” Marcus said.
Shadow walked with Marcus down the road. “Are they on the road?”
“They’re in the middle of a forest,” Marcus said.
“Why do we not have any ships?” Shadow asked.
“We do,” Marcus said. “They’re just not ready.”
“You’re part of the Galaxy Exploration Program,” Shadow said.
“GEP,” Marcus said. “They’re still years away from perfecting the Interstellar ships, even though, we don’t need the stasis technology the Earthlings use.”
“What’s wrong with the ships?” Shadow asked.
“We haven’t got the right kind of power source or fuel,” Marcus said. “The hulls and interiors are built.” In truth, there was an entire fleet of ships built, but they were useless without a way to launch them.
“What power sources? We live in the dark,” Shadow said.
“That’s the problem. We live in the dark, and we move through the dark. There’s been no need to create any advanced engines or fuel sources.”
“What power do they need?”
“Something with longevity. We’re testing some types of rockets and some new liquid fuel types that may be able to help, but it’s still going to be years before it’s ready,” Marcus said. In fact, he’d been scheduled to do more testing on a potential fuel formula tonight, but after seeing Shadow, he’d realized the full gravity of their situation.
The live food was almost gone. In order to feed the population, they’d have to start using vampire blood. Unfortunately, Marcus could guess the order. They’d start with the homeless and viscous. Prisoners. That would buy them a few months. Then, they’d cannibalize the youngest. Anything under 100 years old. Then, 200. They’d promote it as doing a service for the planet, but as Marcus looked at this tiny red-headed vampire walking with him, he knew he wouldn’t be able to stomach it. She was adorable. Marcus didn’t want to stick around to see the aftermath of those decisions, and he was taking this one with him.
“How much farther?” Shadow asked as she looked down the road. From what she could tell, there was nothing in this direction. Although, there had to be another city or town, if there were a road.
“Not much.” He paused and looked around. “This way.” He walked off the road and into the dense forest. The fog was getting thicker, but he could still see through it.
Shadow peered behind them as she stepped off the road. They were not being followed, which surprised her. She half expected a trail behind them. “How many people know about this?”
“Only those who saw it land or those in the GEP,” Marcus said. "I doubt most care. You only understand cause you're always hungry. I know cause I'm part of GEP, and we were told to speed up the ship development cause the planet was almost out of food."
"Everyone thinks it's temporary," Shadow said.
"Like the lady on the bloodbank. She just thinks the trucks are delayed," Marcus said. "The truth is that there's nothing to put on those trucks. Our area is out of food."
"Is that why you stopped me from biting that vampire?"
"I didn't know if you were going to attack him or sob. It didn't matter to me which one you were going to do. I didn’t want you doing it.”
"I hate that it worked," Shadow said.
“Well, I hate to tell you that your Sire should still be in your unlife, and you should be getting infusions from him regularly,” Marcus said.
“I should?” Shadow questioned.
“He should have hung around until you were at least two-hundred,” Marcus said. “You should have gotten infusions once a week for the first year. Then, every two weeks. And you should be getting them every one to six months right now. What I gave you earlier wasn’t enough, so when I get properly fed, I’ll do it.”
“What does it help with?” Shadow said.
“It helps you better control your abilities, and you won’t be starving all the time,” Marcus said as they continued through the forest. “But understand, I’m not promising the next forty-three years.”
Shadow nodded as she peered through the forest and fog. “I think I see it.”
“I see it. Hush now,” Marcus said.
Shadow crept along behind Marcus. The shuttle-ship was small. She wasn’t sure how they’d fit unnoticed by the Earthlings.
“This way.” Marcus walked to the back of the ship and listened. He didn’t hear anyone.
“I saw the entrance. The ramp is down,” Shadow said.
“We’re not going in through the front door,” Marcus said. “We’re going through right here.”
“We don’t know the layout. We could get hurt,” Shadow said.
“The portals we create don’t leave us in anything solid,” Marcus said. He took her hand. “Here we go.” Marcus opened a shadow-portal and walked through it, pulling Shadow along with him. When he stepped through the other side, he saw a small cargo hold.
Shadow glanced around. “It’s clean.” Every wall was white, and what wasn’t white was metal. She couldn’t see a spec of dust anywhere.
“Extremely clean,” Marcus said below any volume Earthlings could hear. “We need to find a place to dwell.”
Shadow motioned to a large container. “That might be large enough.”
Marcus walked toward it. He looked at the latches. “Let’s see.” He unlatched the lid and opened it before peering inside. “Mostly empty. This will do.” He hefted Shadow inside with her bag before joining her and closing the lid. He used his powers of shadow-manipulation to relatch the clasps.
“Now what?” Shadow asked.
“Make yourself comfortable. We have no idea where they are going next,” Marcus said.
Shadow pulled out the blankets and wrapped herself up with them before lounging across the floor of the container.
Marcus laughed. “I knew you’d want those.”
“I’m still hungry,” Shadow said. “I wish we had food.”
“I know. If I can get ahold of one of those Earthlings, we may sample it,” Marcus said.
“I thought you said it was poison,” Shadow said.
“It might be. That’s why I said sample,” Marcus said. He pulled her against his body. “Take a nap, tiny.” He wrapped a hand around the back of her head and massaged the base of her skull with his thumb.
“But I’m not…” Shadow yawned and snuggled against him.
“Yes, you are.” Marcus chuckled quietly as she fell asleep. More than three-thousand years of unlife had made him an expert in determining whether young vampires needed more sleep, and this one was exhausted.
Marcus made himself comfortable and closed his eyes. He had no idea how long it’d be before the humans left the surface of the planet.
He opened his eyes when Shadow jerked in his arms. The ship was moving. "It's okay. They're just taking off."
Shadow looked around as the entire ship shook. "Is it always this shaky?"
"I would assume so," Marcus said. He listened. "I think we made it off Umbra."
"It's smoother," Shadow said.
"I think that was the worst of it," Marcus said as he stroked her hair. It was absolutely stunning. The color was similar to the darkness in distilled blood, and it was as soft as cotton.
"You acted like you didn't want to leave earlier," Shadow said as she laid with her head on his chest.
"I hadn't made up my mind," Marcus said. "When I realized you needed to get off because you needed more food, I realized just because I ate less, didn't mean I had a future on Umbra."
"I see your point," Shadow said.
"What was your job?" Marcus asked.
"Interrogator, " Shadow said.
"Gruesome," Marcus said.
"I didn't find it gruesome," Shadow said. "I liked it."
"You bit them," Marcus said.
Shadow nodded.
"That would make a difference," Marcus said.
"How long are we stuck in here?" Shadow asked.
"I have no idea," Marcus said then held his hand up. "Someone is coming." He listened. It had to be one of the crew members. Marcus heard a hatch opening. "Wait here. Let me see if I can get you something to eat."
Marcus slid through the shadows into the cargo hold. He stayed hidden as he watched the Earthling woman. She was working on something. Marcus came out of the darkness and slammed her head against the wall. She fell to the floor. Marcus checked to see if she was still breathing. She was, but she was unconscious. Marcus leaned down and grabbed her hand. He sunk his fangs into the vein and took one drink. Shadow wasn't wrong about the rumors regarding Earthling blood. It was considered undrinkable, but Marcus sampled it anyway. He swallowed and waited.
His hunger abated slightly. He didn't feel sick. Marcus took another swallow. It wasn't poisonous. It just didn't taste good. They could drink a little bit of it. Marcus extended his abilities and pulled Shadow to him through the darkness.
"Can we drink it?" Shadow asked.
"Two Swallows. It isn't the best blood," Marcus said. “But it’s not poison.”
Shadow picked up the woman's wrist and bit into her hand. She took two swallows and let the hand go.
"What do you think?" Marcus asked.
"I'm okay. It's not good though," Shadow said.
"That'll have to be enough." Marcus took her hand and transported them back into the box.
Shadow rewrapped herself in the blankets. “I don’t think my stomach likes that blood.”
"You want a bite?" Marcus asked and offered his wrist.
"Didn't you drink it?" Shadow asked.
"I was just sampling it to make sure it was safe for you. I'm fine. I can wait until we get to where we are going."
Shadow bit into his wrist and drank.
"Stop when you feel better, " Marcus said.
Shadow took a swallow and stopped.
"Better?" Marcus asked.
Shadow nodded.
Marcus pulled her against his body. It wasn't long before he heard footsteps. "They're going to get their crewmate."
Shadow listened. She didn't understand the words, only that they were concerned she was hurt. "Did you hit her?"
"She'll be fine." He laid a hand against the back of her head. It’d been a thousand years since he’d held another vampire. Marcus found himself relishing the sensations.
Shadow brushed her mouth against his neck.
Marcus inhaled. And it’d been centuries since he’d had a female brush her lips against his neck. It was instantly arousing, and if he’d been his younger self, he wouldn’t have thought twice about plunging his mutto into her. Instead, he maintained his control. Until he could determine if she needed a Sire or a mate, he was going to refrain from intimately touching her. "Tiny, you shouldn't do that."
"Why?" Shadow asked.
"Because…" Marcus said and paused while he tried to think of a polite way to turn her down.
"I'm too young for you," Shadow said.
"It's not that. You were full-grown the day you were turned. Some of our kind like having sex with the creatures we consider food because they’re warm," Marcus said. "But we're in a cargo box on a shuttle with humans."
Shadow blinked when she felt the shuttle tilt.
Marcus gripped her tighter. "I bet we're landing on the larger ship."
Shadow held onto him as the transport dropped.
Marcus grunted. "Rough landing."
"Now what?" Shadow asked.
"We wait for a minute," Marcus said. He kissed the side of her neck. She smelled good. Really good, he realized as he kissed behind her ear. "Maybe we can find a room they're not using. Get a good day's sleep."
"Did you understand what they were saying?" Shadow asked.
"They were concerned about her head wound, but I didn't understand every word," Marcus said. "It’ll take me more time to figure out their language."
"I think we stopped," Shadow said.
"We did. Wait a minute though," Marcus said.
Shadow gasped when the container moved.
"Shhh…" Marcus covered her mouth and listened to the Earthlings. "I need to hear this."
Shadow waited while the Earthlings talked.
Marcus shook his head. "It's close to our language, but I still don't have it." He held Shadow tighter as the container shifted.
They moved for several minutes before the container was dropped on the floor.
"Are you all right?" Marcus asked.
"I am, Shadow said.
“Let’s hope this ship is dark.” Marcus pulled her through the shadows out of the container. He kept them partially shrouded as he looked around the cargo hold. “Dark enough.” He looked at her. “Did you get your blanket?”
Shadow looked at the container. “No.”
Marcus grabbed their bags and Shadow’s blankets with his tendrils.
She repacked the bags and picked them up.
“Now, we just need to find a crew sleeping room that they aren’t using,” Marcus said.
“How big do you think this is?” Shadow asked.
Marcus peered around the room. “We’ll know as soon as I can find a window.” He took a hold of her hand and shifted through the darkness into the corridor just beyond the cargo hold. The hallway was brighter. Marcus cursed. He pulled Shadow’s hood over her head, then pulled up his own.
“It’s too bright,” Shadow said.
“I know. We’ll have to walk down this one. Keep your eyes open,” Marcus said. “We do not want them to know we’re here.”
They crept down the hallway, keeping their ears and eyes open for any Earthlings.
Marcus stopped them when they approached an intersecting hall. He looked in both directions. “Your guess is as good as mine.”
“Right is darker,” Shadow said.
Marcus led them down the right hallway. They were halfway down it when he heard footsteps. He pulled Shadow into the nearest patch of darkness and waited. Two Earthlings passed them.
“Window.” Shadow motioned.
Marcus peered out it. “Huge ship. We should be able to find someplace to sleep.”
“I don’t think this floor has any rooms,” Shadow said.
“Not sleeping chambers,” Marcus said. “I think we need to go up.”
“I don’t know,” Shadow said.
“I don’t either, but there’s a door at the end of this hall.”
As they approached the doors, they opened, revealing a small room with no exit on the other side.
“I don’t want to go in there,” Shadow said.
“That may be an elevator,” Marcus said. He started to take a step forward when he realized Shadow had rooted herself in her spot. He lightly tugged on her hand. “It’s okay. I can get us out if we don’t like it.” When she relaxed, he tugged her with him inside and watched as the doors closed.
“It’s not moving,” Shadow said as she ducked under his cloak.
“You are the most nervous vampire,” Marcus said as he looked for buttons and didn’t see any.
Suddenly, the room started to move.
Shadow jumped and shrieked.
“You’re okay.” He laid a hand on her shoulder. “You never rode an elevator, did you?”
Shadow shook her head. “Reminded me of a coffin.”
Marcus stepped back into the corner and shrouded them in darkness.
When the room stopped, two Earthlings stepped on.
“Crew quarters,” One of them said.
“Are you off?” the other asked.
“For the next 12 hours,” she said. “And I plan to sleep.”
“Enjoy your rest. I have an eight-hour shift at the command center,” the male said.
Marcus shifted through the darkness into the hall when the doors opened again. He kept them in the shadows until the doors closed and the human was no longer visible.
“Is this the right spot?” Shadow asked.
“I think so,” Marcus said. “She said sleep. At least, I understood that word.”
“None of these doors have windows,” Shadow said.
“I’m going to have to look in each one,” Marcus said. “Stay here.”
Shadow watched as Marcus shifted into every room, looking for one that was empty. When he motioned for her at the end of the hall, Shadow walked to him.
“This one looks unused. Nothing in it. The bed is barren,” Marcus said. He led her inside. “I think we’ll be alright here.”
“Is there a shower?” Shadow asked.
“I think so.” Marcus stepped in front of a door and peered inside. “Closet. He stepped in front of another door and looked inside. “Bathroom.”
Shadow stripped off her cloak and dress and tossed them into a chair. She took off her sandals, leaving them on the floor.
Marcus averted his gaze and turned around. “Do you have any humility?”
“No.” Shadow walked into the bathroom. She looked around for the water handles and didn’t see any. There was a faucet attached to the sink. Shadow put her hand under it only to jerk it back when the water turned on. She blinked and tested the faucet again.
Shadow stepped into what had to be the shower area and hoped whatever came out of the showerheads was hot. A panel opened in the ceiling, revealing a showerhead and another spigot that Shadow couldn’t identify. Then, she was sprayed with soap. Five seconds later, the showerhead turned on.
Shadow jumped back. “Hotter than that!”
To her surprise, the water started to steam. She stepped back under the showerhead and washed. Then rinsed. She started to get out of the shower to look for a towel when panels opened along the sides and started blowing hot air.
By the time all the panels closed, Shadow was dry. She stepped out of the shower and walked out of the bathroom.
“How was it?” Marcus asked as he attempted to avert his gaze. He’d expected her to come out wrapped in towels. Instead, she was just as naked as when she entered.
“Like getting steam cleaned,” Shadow said.
Marcus laughed. “No towels?”
“None. Some hot air things turn on,” Shadow said.
“Interesting. Well, if you’re done, I think I’ll try it. I found some sheets. The bed is made,” Marcus said as he walked into the bathroom.
Shadow crawled into the bed and buried herself under the blankets. It was more comfortable than she anticipated, and she was almost asleep when she felt the bed move.
“You’re right. It’s like being put in a steam cleaner,” Marcus said as he joined her. His clothes were on another chair. He’d opted to wear his boxers to bed. “Do you usually sleep in a pile?” He knew some vampires on Umbra slept in piles. Some preferred to sleep alone. Others, like himself, didn’t mind either way.
“Pile of blankets,” Shadow said.
Marcus tucked the blankets around her, then rolled over until he was partially atop her. He didn’t have to ask her if the position worked for her. The minute he was settled, she was asleep.