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- Herausgeber: Next Chapter
- Kategorie: Fantasy und Science-Fiction
- Sprache: Englisch
Kane had everything going for him. A well paid job, friends, a home, a beautiful girlfriend. Little did he know that life as he knew it would be taken away from him.
With every passing year, Kane's thirst for revenge doesn't loosen its grip on him. Living off the blood of others, he tries to cope being what others only fantasize of in stories. But his life isn't just a story - it's real.
It isn't until he meets up with the Rosewood family, that his life takes on a new meaning. But will he have the strength he needs to let go of the past?
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2022
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KANE
ROSEWOOD BOOK 3
SUE MYDLIAK
CONTENTS
Acknowledgments
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
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About the Author
Copyright (C) 2015 Sue Mydliak
Layout design and Copyright (C) 2022 by Next Chapter
Published 2022 by Next Chapter
Edited by Natalie G. Owens
Cover art by CoverMint
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without the author's permission.
This book is dedicated to my family.
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
I would like to thank Natalie for making time to edit Kane. I don’t know where I’d be without her.
1
I’ve always valued my life … until now. At this point, I only wish for an end, but even that is highly unlikely. No, I am doomed to walk this earth as a monster, a thing for all eternity, and I am told to be happy for it!
This so-called 'happiness' grows inside me like a disease. Festering away, and eating me from the inside out. I abhor it greatly. So much so, I have killed those whose paths crossed mine.
"God, take my life! I no longer wish to be a part of this world you created, for I, being what I am, remain a creature made not by you, but by Satan himself!" I screamed, then fell to my knees in supplication.
I roamed the Earth, for my home is far from any comforts. My hatred stems from my condition, a condition I have not chosen, but one that was thrust upon me in such a vile way that I seek revenge for it.
Sounds like ill will, I know. With my Christian upbringing, I should turn the other cheek, but this thing that took my soul from me does not deserve tolerance—more of a payback. An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. I smiled. Justice can be so rewarding.
It was a dark, damp night. I, being on my usual jaunt came upon a magnificent house. Large in stature, with a wraparound porch. The ornate grounds featured gardens that bloomed flowers of every kind and an apple orchard that lined the back edge of the property, next to the forest.
I knew it wrong to peer into people’s windows, but then again I was not your typical human, and so, without regret, I peeked in. Inside, a husband and wife sat next to a blazing fire that burned in the hearth. My heart wept for the contentment and pleasure they seemed to be feeling. Then, a few minutes later, she walked in. Surely, their daughter. I've never seen such beauty bestowed on one such as herself, for she took my breath away. Small in stature, slender, with green eyes deeper than any emerald. Her hair shone fiery red when met with the firelight. She had a genuine love for her parents; it showed on her face. Such warmth spilled forth in the way she presented herself, and in how she spoke, soft, loving.
I had to make her mine, but not in the usual fashion one would do in my position. I may very well be a vampire by nature, but I have not forgotten my manners. No, I would approach her with much caution and finesse so as not to cause her fear… But how?
I pulled away from the window and looked out into the darkness before me. There had to be a way. Thoughts freely swam in my head, envisioning images of her and me in conversation such as the one I just witnessed—a touching tableau. No, not in intimate ways, but in kind gestures that procured friendship. Intimacy would come much later…but for now, I had to introduce myself to her parents. Surely, with so many acres, they would need help. Yes, that would be my plan, and once underway, I would begin my courtship.
2
The sky was filled with clouds, which made my plan of action easier. I didn't want to wait any longer than necessary, but I didn't want to rush it either. Foolish mistakes can happen. I walked at a pace that would make me seem a typical person out for a walk. Fall was approaching, but its coldness was still long in coming. Typically, weather and its changes don't affect me, but if I am to blend in, I must dress accordingly.
Their house, at the top of the hill, stood like a castle, with its black, wrought iron fence keeping out all creatures…except me. You see, I would be welcomed, and eventually, become family after I was done. Devious, but I promise, all is good.
I thought of what I would say to them as I made my way up to the door. It had to be convincing, although I excelled at such a task—to compel others to do my bidding. I felt quite reassured.
The door opened right away to show my hand still raised, ready to knock. I immediately lowered it to my side.
The gentleman wore a look of disdain. "I think you already know what I am, or if not, you are a fool."
Well, he had just answered my question. The only way he would say something like that would be because he was like me: a vampire. This brought another question to mind…
He smiled as a light laugh came trickling out. "No, I am not the one who changed you, and I already know why you are here, come in, won't you?"
I rarely felt uncomfortable—it's usually my victims that are made to feel this way—but now the shoe was on the other foot. I stepped over the threshold, but with some trepidation. Even though I was welcomed in, there remained a small chance that he could attack me. I was a joke; if the man wanted me dead, he need not have waited for me to accept his invitation.
"You are Kane, am I correct?" His expression stilled and grew serious.
"How is it that you know my name?" I asked.
"I know all the vampires around here… I make it my business. You see, one cannot be too careful. Please, sit down."
As I sat, I noticed his wife sitting off to the side. She was quiet, slender in frame with long brown hair. I couldn't see her eyes, for she kept her head down. Was she scared? Surely, not of me; I gave her no reason, which made me wonder if she was afraid of her husband.
I directed my attention toward the man and was met with an icy stare.
