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  The BLOOD Bundle

  Books One and Two of The Blood Series

  by Tamara Rose Blodgett

  The BLOOD Bundle

  Books One and Two of The Blood Series

  Copyright 2014 Tamara Rose Blodgett

  Smashwords Edition

  http://tamararoseblodgett.blogspot.com

  This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer's imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.

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  Dedication:

  For those who love vampire, werewolf and supernaturals all rolled into one~

  Blood Singers

  Book One of The Blood Series

  by Tamara Rose Blodgett

  Blood Singers

  Book One of The Blood Series

  Copyright 2007-2012 Tamara Rose Blodgett

  http://tamararoseblodgett.blogspot.com/

  Smashwords Edition

  This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

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  Edited by Stephanie T. Lott

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  The girls that keep me Sane on Shelfari (and otherwise): Beth and Dianne

  I love you guys~

  Once they had eliminated the impossible, whatever remained, however improbable, must be the truth.

  ~Sherlock Holmes

  Prologue

  Julia pressed her nose to the glass, the trees a sea of green as they rushed outside her window, her momma and daddy's voices a low and pleasant drone from the front seat.

  She hated the belt, it pressed across her neck in an uncomfortable place, itchy and suffocating.

  “Momma,” Julia whined plaintively.

  Her mother's chocolate eyes appeared over the front seat, such a contrast to the auburn hair held in her customary pony tail.

  “What is it?”

  Julia worked her small finger under the belt and said, “I hate, HATE this stupid strap! I want to take it off!” Julia crossed her arms, huffing.

  Momma sighed, unlatching her belt as she turned in the front seat to adjust the neck restraint portion of Julia's seatbelt. As Momma got nearer Julia smelled the special perfume that she wore. At once Momma's scent assaulted her where it intimately combined with the perfume she always wore.

  Daddy said from the front, “Amber, sit back down. The belt's latched, she's just going to have to deal with it for another ten minutes.”

  Julia's eyes narrowed to slits. Daddy was so stubborn. His belt didn't bite into his neck! 'Cuz he was a Big Man! Ugh... Julia fumed.

  Momma smiled and began to turn and Julia saw Daddy's face in profile, watching to make sure she sat down safely.

  He only took his eyes off the road for a moment.

  It was enough.

  Julia saw twin beads of light bear down on their car as an impossibly large grill came to eat them, the chrome winking in the late afternoon light.

  Daddy made a correction to the right but that threw Momma on top of him, imprisoning their bodies in a macabre dance, the steering wheel sandwiching them together.

  As if in slow motion Julia saw her mother's face as Amber looked at her father.

  The knowledge of their impending death appeared on their faces like an unspoken promise.

  Julia screamed as the truck slammed into the car and the belt that she hated so much whipped against her neck and slammed her against the back seat with such force that the breath left her small body.

  She watched her parents crushed together in a final embrace.

  The metal colliding was an earthquake in her ears and something wet and warm hit her face. She opened her eyes and her parents were... everywhere, their blood like a blanket that coated her face and hair.

  Her brain howled, refusing to accept what was happening. Her vision clouded. Her neck and head throbbed and her lungs were a burning inferno with the need to scream.

  The last thing she remembered was her mother's hair entwined in the steering wheel like so much spun copper.

  #

  CHAPTER 1

  Ten Years Later

  Julia stuffed her wool cap down more firmly on her head and waded through the icy puddles on the way to her 1977 Chevy Blazer. Fall had edged into early winter and the dampness of the rain had solidified into a dangerous sheet of ice.

  Julia had known better and instead of wearing the latest Ugg fashion boots she'd slogged on her XtraTufs. They had an unparalleled ugliness but did the job. She might keep her ass in the air instead of pegged on an ice puddle by wearing her trusty boots. She threw her backpack over one shoulder and balanced a steaming cup of coffee in the other hand. She'd lied through her teeth about the contents to Aunt Lily, who seemed to think caffeine was the devil's drink. Julia smiled at that. She thought she was done growing and besides, coffee was a mainstay of Alaskan existence. She shuffled to the driver's side and gripped the handle. Then her feet lost some of their purchase and she slid to the right, her coffee sloshing out of the slit on the travel mug.

  “Shit!” Julia said, as a couple of hot drops landed on her wrist, scalding her.

  Grappling with the handle she jerked the door open and threw her palm on the driver's seat, steadying herself until she could heave her backpack inside.

  But her breath stilled in her lungs when she saw what waited for her.

  A single rose, its tremulous form in a beautiful, ethereal tangerine color lay inches from where her reddened and chapped hand had slapped down.

  She'd almost destroyed it while saving her sliding butt from falling.

  A smile stole over her face and she carefully put her travel mug in the cup holder between the seats and picked up the flower.

  No note.

  But she knew who had laid it there.

  Her fiancé, Jason. Actually, it was a secret. Lily would have ten different kinds of cows if she knew how serious they were.

  She looked around, her breath coming in white puffs in the crisp air. The snow having not committed itself to falling yet, the promise still hung there in t
he air. It would be like him, Julia thought, to pop up and grab her from behind, twirling her around just as she discovered his present.

  But he wasn't there.

  Huh, she turned the keys and jacked up the heat all the way. Five minutes and she'd hit the road, head to Homer High. She was spoiled. Usually Jason picked her up but today she had to head over to the DMV and get a stupid emissions test. It was amazing they even allowed her to drive her gas-guzzling truck. She sighed. Soon, she'd be with Jason.

  *

  school

  Julia tore off her multi-colored itchy hat as she waltzed into the school. The familiar smell of kids, books, lunch and all the other school fragrances wafting across the air, the chill of late fall left outside the doors.

  She fluffed her champagne-colored hair, hoping to eradicate the hat head she'd tagged herself with on the way over.

  “Hey, bestie!” Cynthia cried.

  Julia laughed, like she hadn't just spent all day and a night last weekend with Cyn? She acted like they'd been separated for months.

  “Hey Cyn,” Julia said slowing, letting her catch up.

  As usual, Cyn was dressed to the nines. High heels, ridiculously tight-ass pants and the latest, off-the-shoulder top with a crazy zebra pattern. It made Julia dizzy looking at it.

  “What?” Cynthia looked at Julia's face.

  “Your top, it's like some kind of optical illusion or something.”

  “I know, right? It's hot-hot-hot,” she snapped her fingers after each word for emphasis. Julia rolled her eyes, there was no cure for her Fashion Awareness.

  Julia considered herself Fashion Challenged. Yessiree. Irrefutably. Getting everything to match and be comfortable was of utmost importance.

  Of course, once Julia mentioned Cyn's shirt, then she was honor bound to give Julia the once-over. Scanned from the top of her head she had almost escaped the wrath when Cynthia's gaze landed like a lead weight on her boots.

  “Argh!” she shrieked in horror. “You wore your Tufs to school again! And don't give me any of that horse shit about how we're seniors and absolved of everything,” she rolled her eyes dramatically, “fashion is the exception. And those,” she waggled her fingers at Julia's offending footwear, “are for...for...”

  “Gardening only,” Jason interjected smoothly, his arm sliding around Julia's waist. He'd heard the XtraTufs speech before.

  “Don't you defend her either!” Cynthia lambasted him and Jason, all mock innocence said, “Who me?” his hand to his chest.

  Cynthia's eyes narrowed to slits. “You're no help, Jason Caldwell, she could wear a shapeless sack over her whole body and you'd still think she was gorgeous.”

  “Guilty,” he said, his forehead dipping to peck Julia's head, still fuzzy from the hat.

  Julia leaned back against his chest, her head tucking comfortably underneath his chin and sighed. This is where she'd wanted to be from the moment she opened her eyes. Against him, soaking up his warmth. Letting it seep into her bones and chase the coldness of the morning away.

  Cyn snapped her fingers in front of Julia's face, “snap out of it Jules!”

  Jason laughed, Julia was known to mentally wander. It was becoming an annoying theme lately.

  “What? Cranky witch!” Julia teased, taking a swipe at Cyn with her woolen hat.

  She ducked smoothly, accustomed to Julia's abuse. “Okay... so, did you get that English paper done we started on Friday?”

  Julia dug around in her backpack until she found a crumpled piece of paper at the bottom and turning, she slapped it against her locker, smoothing it with her other hand. Jason's big hand was a warm presence on her shoulder, kneading it softly.

  “Are you kidding? Terrell will never accept that mess,” Cynthia said, throwing out one hip and putting a hand on the jutting point.

  Julia shrugged a shoulder. “It's a rough draft. Besides, keeping the standard low like I do assures me gravy when I turn something in.”

  Julia smiled at her awesome logic. School just didn't appeal. It was something she survived until she could graduate. It was Jason that was going to University of Alaska Anchorage. He was set with a full ride.

  Mr. Basketball. Julia turned to look at him and wondered for the millionth time why he'd want her. He was so gorgeous and she was so... her. It didn't matter that Cyn thought she was pretty. Whatever. Cyn was her BFF, that's what they do, cheerlead.

  Julia still didn't have A Plan. She knew she couldn't wait to get out of Aunt Lily's place and begin a life with Jason.

  Cynthia gave an elaborate roll of her eyes and caved, saying, “You can try all your down home weasel-like charm on Terrell while Jason and I turn in real papers. Unwrinkled papers.” She cocked her brows up to her hairline and looping her arm through Julia's, she dragged her to block one.

  The Dreaded Language Arts. Everyone knew there was nothing artful about it. Jason laughed as they trudged to class, Julia's arms linked with theirs.

  CHAPTER 2

  After Jason

  Julia's chin touched her chest, lank strands of hair swirling around, her arms jerked up and chained above her head. Her hands had lost feeling hours ago. A cloak of numbness stole over her body and her mind screamed, her body aching for food.

  But she'd be damned if she'd take it from her captors.

  The Murderers.

  The creature came to her, his teeth gleaming in the low light of where they kept her.

  She looked at him, her eyelids at half-mast, as piercing silvery irises bored into her gaze. Julia felt the weight of their desire fill her mind, pressing without mercy against the fragility that was there.

  Forcing his will.

  “You must eat, Julia. You will eat,” he said in a fierce whisper.

  “Why don't you... Go. To. Hell!” she rasped, as loud as she could. Weakened by lack of food, her voice held all the emotion that she couldn't scream, buried in the air grown pregnant with contained frustration and violence.

  Violence against her.

  “Let me convince her,” the one named Pierce said, his stare covering her body like decaying liquid.

  The leader, William, turned and stood in one fluid movement. “I have seen your methods with other Blood Singers. We will not use that here, with this one.”

  Pierce smirked. “You grow attached. She is a vehicle for our needs, nothing more. She is human.”

  William took Pierce by the collar of the shirt he wore and dragged their faces together until they nearly met. “She is much more than that. What if she is The One? Look at the sign upon her head.” He shook Pierce in disgust and pushed him away. Pierce reared back and opened his mouth and something burst from the flesh as he hissed his displeasure.

  Fangs.

  Julia swallowed. She felt like she was in a nightmare she couldn't escape from. She protected herself by dwelling in her memory bank. It was full. There Julia felt rich. It was there that this new reality couldn't impede.

  William and Pierce looked at her quickly. “She pulls away inside herself again! Fool! I almost had her!”

  It was as if Julia could see through a glass, though darkly. Black water covered her vision and the horrible creatures that had torn her away from a future of love and contentment, to a new one of terror and uncertainty, rushed toward her and she let the water cover her consciousness. They were as dim orbs of pale flesh as they sprinted to her side.

  She fell back in the well of her mind, the liquid forming a barrier between them and her memories.

  For now, the memories won.

  ****

  senior year, springtime

  Cyn bent her head over the textbook and then looking up, scowled at Julia. “This is simple, you're over thinking the stuff.”

  Julia was beyond frustrated. She'd flunked lame-ass Algebra II when she was a junior and was on the eve of graduation, still struggling though the concepts. Cyn at her elbow, ramrodding it down her throat wasn't helping the learning curve.

  Julia's brows jacked down over her whi
skey-colored eyes. “I don't get it! They put the alphabet in math and now it's a big jumble of nothing!” she wailed.

  “How in the righteous world did you pass One?”

  Julia gave her a sheepish look.

  “You're kidding me, right? You cribbed off of Jason?”

  “Like when am I gonna use this worthless crap?!” Julia said, throwing her pencil down.

  “You're not! That's not the point, Jules. The point is Getting The Grade. We're American, we're not supposed to be the intellectual global force. We just get the degree, then go on to college and get that degree,” she shrugged her shoulders, simple, right?

  Julia crossed her arms underneath her breasts. “You don't see what's wrong with that picture?”

  “Doesn't matter what I think. I just work the system.”

  “Huh, we're nothing but a bunch of sheep, manipulating a broken system.”

  “Speaking of manipulating...” Cyn said, a contemplative expression crowding her features.

  “Ah-no. I am not going to dress up,” Julia said.

  “Listen, we're almost done with this math cram...”

  “It's a cram all right,” Julia said.

  “Anyway,” Cyn said, drawing the word out dramatically, “this is your last final before graduation. Prom is coming. Let's get you hot and sexy for your man-toy.”

  Maybe Julia shouldn't have told Cyn about the secret engagement. But she told Jason if she didn't tell someone she'd burst. Now it was an endless barrage of teasing.

  “Jason's not a 'toy', Cyn.”