Blood Ties Book Three: Ashes To Ashes
Blood Ties Book Three: Ashes To Ashes
Jennifer Armintrout
Love Sookie Stackhouse and Bella Swan? It's time to meet newly turned-vampire Carrie Ames. Being a vampire is a life-or-death situation. When I was first turned, I had only my survival to worry about. Now I'm locked in a battle for the existence of the entire human race - and the cards are definitely stacked against me.The Voluntary Vampire Extinction Movement headquarters are destroyed, and their pet horror, the Oracle, is on the loose. She'll stop at nothing to turn the world into a vampire's paradise, even if it means helping the Soul Eater become a god and harnessing his power for her own evil ends.An ancient vampire, a blood-sucking near deity and oh, yeah, my presently human former sire Cyrus thrown into the mix. I say bring it on. May the best monster win.
Jennifer Armintrout was born in 1980. She has been obsessed with vampires ever since the age of four and her first crush was on Vincent Price. Raised in an enormous Roman Catholic family, Jennifer attributes her interest in the macabre to viewing too many funerals at a formative age. Jennifer lives in Michigan with her husband and children.
Also by Jennifer Armintrout
BLOOD TIES BOOK ONE:
THE TURNING
BLOOD TIES BOOK TWO:
POSSESSION
BLOOD TIES BOOK THREE:
ASHES TO ASHES
BLOOD TIES BOOK FOUR:
ALL SOULS’ NIGHT
Ashes to Ashes
Blood Ties
Jennifer Armintrout
www.mirabooks.co.uk (http://www.mirabooks.co.uk)
This book is dedicated to Jill, Warnament,
The Wallses, Katy and Scott.
Because without you all, my head might
no longer fit through standard-sized doors.
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
These people had something to do with this book getting finished:
My critique group, Chel, Chris, Cheryl, Marti, Mary and Martha by proxy.
My husband and son, who whine, complain, beg for attention and generally harass me. Until a cheque comes.
My agent, Kelly, and my editor, Linda.
Everyone who bought books one and two.
And, oddly enough, Dr Carrie Ames. She might not be real, but she does the hard part of this job.
Prologue
“Hey, Baker! You give her the seven o’clock meds yet?”
Don swung his legs from where they’d been propped on his desk, knocking the tower of empty soda cans from the corner. “Yes. I did. At seven o’clock. Check the sheet.”
Leave it to Sanjay to ask a stupid question. Don shook his head and watched the new guy retrieve the clipboard from the hook beside the door and frown at the words. How he’d managed to live a hundred years was a mystery. Hell, Don had had close scrapes in his own twenty years as a vampire, more in his thirty years previous. How someone with double the lifespan could wander around in a state of constant confusion—
“Then this doesn’t make any sense.” Sanjay flipped the pages on the clipboard, but it was clear from the rapidity of his movements that he couldn’t possibly be reading the charts. “It doesn’t make any sense!”
“What doesn’t make sense?” Always with the drama, these Movement scientists. “I gave her the meds.”
Sanjay’s worried brown eyes flicked up to meet Don’s gaze. “I know you did. I see it on the chart. But her brain activity is…too active. It’s like she hasn’t been sedated at all.”
“Chill out, chill out. There’s a reasonable explanation for this.” The newly assigned guys tended to flip out over every little thing, but he’d seen what had happened the last time the Oracle had shrugged her meds. “I’ll feed her another tranquilizer, keep her as down as I can until morning report. Dr. Jacobson will take it from there.”
The meds for the Oracle were fed to her hourly, through a tube that first dissolved the sedative in warm blood, then injected the whole solution through intravenous lines. It was so simple. And Don hated it.
It wasn’t as if he wanted glory, like the big guys got. Or danger, like the assassins. He just wanted a job that a trained ape couldn’t pull off.
Hell, at least he could watch TV between doses. And the faster he got things under control, the faster he could get back to Will and Grace reruns.
Slipping the key to the tank room from his pocket, he slid it through the card reader. The door popped open with a hiss, and he stepped inside. It was ten degrees colder than the rest of the facility—the monitoring equipment and various pumps and containment machinery would overheat if it wasn’t—and the rest of the facility was damn cold. Don rubbed his hands together and blew into them. It smelled like blood in this room, but it always did.
“Honey, I’m home,” he called to the slumped figure of the lab assistant asleep at his workstation. Couldn’t handle the day shift.
The blinding white of the room was interrupted on one side by the huge, dark wall of glass. Inside, floating suspended in gallons and gallons of blood, was the Oracle. Sleeping, if the tranquillizer had worked. He popped two tablets out of the meds cabinet and strolled to the access tube, whistling while he did so, hoping to annoy the lab tech enough that he’d wake up. “I hope they check the security tape in the morning. Because you will be so busted.”
The meds pump was attached to the wall just below where the glass ended. He knelt down and pulled the drawer open. The tablets would be inserted into a clear, glass chamber inside and dissolved. The whole process was a pain in the ass, but she’d built up a resistance to nearly all the sedatives that came in liquid form. Don didn’t know why it worked, but he was glad it did. The bitch could get downright nasty when she woke up.
He blinked in disbelief at what he saw in the drawer. The glass chamber, which should have been empty to receive the next dose, was still filled with blood. Hands trembling, he followed the intravenous line to where it disappeared into the wall. A chunk of a pill that hadn’t dissolved was stuck in the thin plastic tube, forcing the flow of the blood to a trickle.
The Oracle had never gotten her sedative.
The rest happened too fast. He looked up, saw the face of the Oracle, pale and inquisitive, touching the glass. Her eyes were open. He staggered back, screaming, tripped over his own feet and landed at those of the sleeping lab assistant. Blood pooled around the guy’s sneakers. He wasn’t just sleeping.
Don opened his mouth to scream, but the sound never made it out.
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Jennifer Armintrout
Love Sookie Stackhouse and Bella Swan? It's time to meet newly turned-vampire Carrie Ames. Being a vampire is a life-or-death situation. When I was first turned, I had only my survival to worry about. Now I'm locked in a battle for the existence of the entire human race - and the cards are definitely stacked against me.The Voluntary Vampire Extinction Movement headquarters are destroyed, and their pet horror, the Oracle, is on the loose. She'll stop at nothing to turn the world into a vampire's paradise, even if it means helping the Soul Eater become a god and harnessing his power for her own evil ends.An ancient vampire, a blood-sucking near deity and oh, yeah, my presently human former sire Cyrus thrown into the mix. I say bring it on. May the best monster win.
Jennifer Armintrout was born in 1980. She has been obsessed with vampires ever since the age of four and her first crush was on Vincent Price. Raised in an enormous Roman Catholic family, Jennifer attributes her interest in the macabre to viewing too many funerals at a formative age. Jennifer lives in Michigan with her husband and children.
Also by Jennifer Armintrout
BLOOD TIES BOOK ONE:
THE TURNING
BLOOD TIES BOOK TWO:
POSSESSION
BLOOD TIES BOOK THREE:
ASHES TO ASHES
BLOOD TIES BOOK FOUR:
ALL SOULS’ NIGHT
Ashes to Ashes
Blood Ties
Jennifer Armintrout
www.mirabooks.co.uk (http://www.mirabooks.co.uk)
This book is dedicated to Jill, Warnament,
The Wallses, Katy and Scott.
Because without you all, my head might
no longer fit through standard-sized doors.
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
These people had something to do with this book getting finished:
My critique group, Chel, Chris, Cheryl, Marti, Mary and Martha by proxy.
My husband and son, who whine, complain, beg for attention and generally harass me. Until a cheque comes.
My agent, Kelly, and my editor, Linda.
Everyone who bought books one and two.
And, oddly enough, Dr Carrie Ames. She might not be real, but she does the hard part of this job.
Prologue
“Hey, Baker! You give her the seven o’clock meds yet?”
Don swung his legs from where they’d been propped on his desk, knocking the tower of empty soda cans from the corner. “Yes. I did. At seven o’clock. Check the sheet.”
Leave it to Sanjay to ask a stupid question. Don shook his head and watched the new guy retrieve the clipboard from the hook beside the door and frown at the words. How he’d managed to live a hundred years was a mystery. Hell, Don had had close scrapes in his own twenty years as a vampire, more in his thirty years previous. How someone with double the lifespan could wander around in a state of constant confusion—
“Then this doesn’t make any sense.” Sanjay flipped the pages on the clipboard, but it was clear from the rapidity of his movements that he couldn’t possibly be reading the charts. “It doesn’t make any sense!”
“What doesn’t make sense?” Always with the drama, these Movement scientists. “I gave her the meds.”
Sanjay’s worried brown eyes flicked up to meet Don’s gaze. “I know you did. I see it on the chart. But her brain activity is…too active. It’s like she hasn’t been sedated at all.”
“Chill out, chill out. There’s a reasonable explanation for this.” The newly assigned guys tended to flip out over every little thing, but he’d seen what had happened the last time the Oracle had shrugged her meds. “I’ll feed her another tranquilizer, keep her as down as I can until morning report. Dr. Jacobson will take it from there.”
The meds for the Oracle were fed to her hourly, through a tube that first dissolved the sedative in warm blood, then injected the whole solution through intravenous lines. It was so simple. And Don hated it.
It wasn’t as if he wanted glory, like the big guys got. Or danger, like the assassins. He just wanted a job that a trained ape couldn’t pull off.
Hell, at least he could watch TV between doses. And the faster he got things under control, the faster he could get back to Will and Grace reruns.
Slipping the key to the tank room from his pocket, he slid it through the card reader. The door popped open with a hiss, and he stepped inside. It was ten degrees colder than the rest of the facility—the monitoring equipment and various pumps and containment machinery would overheat if it wasn’t—and the rest of the facility was damn cold. Don rubbed his hands together and blew into them. It smelled like blood in this room, but it always did.
“Honey, I’m home,” he called to the slumped figure of the lab assistant asleep at his workstation. Couldn’t handle the day shift.
The blinding white of the room was interrupted on one side by the huge, dark wall of glass. Inside, floating suspended in gallons and gallons of blood, was the Oracle. Sleeping, if the tranquillizer had worked. He popped two tablets out of the meds cabinet and strolled to the access tube, whistling while he did so, hoping to annoy the lab tech enough that he’d wake up. “I hope they check the security tape in the morning. Because you will be so busted.”
The meds pump was attached to the wall just below where the glass ended. He knelt down and pulled the drawer open. The tablets would be inserted into a clear, glass chamber inside and dissolved. The whole process was a pain in the ass, but she’d built up a resistance to nearly all the sedatives that came in liquid form. Don didn’t know why it worked, but he was glad it did. The bitch could get downright nasty when she woke up.
He blinked in disbelief at what he saw in the drawer. The glass chamber, which should have been empty to receive the next dose, was still filled with blood. Hands trembling, he followed the intravenous line to where it disappeared into the wall. A chunk of a pill that hadn’t dissolved was stuck in the thin plastic tube, forcing the flow of the blood to a trickle.
The Oracle had never gotten her sedative.
The rest happened too fast. He looked up, saw the face of the Oracle, pale and inquisitive, touching the glass. Her eyes were open. He staggered back, screaming, tripped over his own feet and landed at those of the sleeping lab assistant. Blood pooled around the guy’s sneakers. He wasn’t just sleeping.
Don opened his mouth to scream, but the sound never made it out.
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Jennifer Armintrout
Тип: электронная книга
Жанр: Ужасы
Язык: на английском языке
Издательство: HarperCollins
Дата публикации: 16.04.2024
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О книге: Love Sookie Stackhouse and Bella Swan? It′s time to meet newly turned-vampire Carrie Ames. Being a vampire is a life-or-death situation. When I was first turned, I had only my survival to worry about. Now I′m locked in a battle for the existence of the entire human race – and the cards are definitely stacked against me.The Voluntary Vampire Extinction Movement headquarters are destroyed, and their pet horror, the Oracle, is on the loose. She′ll stop at nothing to turn the world into a vampire′s paradise, even if it means helping the Soul Eater become a god and harnessing his power for her own evil ends.An ancient vampire, a blood-sucking near deity and oh, yeah, my presently human former sire Cyrus thrown into the mix. I say bring it on. May the best monster win.