Read Online Night Series Collection: Books 1 and 2 by RS Black - Free Book Online

I’m entitled to live it. That’s all I have to say about that.
    I passed the Tilt-a-Whirl, glancing at the ride, hoping to spot Vyxyn, but she wasn’t there.
    The shadows were getting away from me. Separating. One moving straight, the other to the left, the last to the right. I had no idea who had the girl.
    I really hated when killers got smart. So annoying.
    It was a one in three chance; I followed door number three and veered to my right, keeping tucked within the safety of the trees.
    Shadow was passing furtive glances over its shoulder. I still couldn’t make out what type of parasite this was, it was clothed in a long midnight blue robe-cowl combo. If I had to make a guess: vamp. Seemed like the type of thing the stylistic pompous idiots would get a kick out of.
    And if it was vamp, then this was worrying. Why were they getting so bold?
    I didn’t dematerialize to follow, the sulfuric smell would have been a dead giveaway and stealth was key. I hugged the trees, moving only when he did, slipping between branches with the swift grace of a wraith on the hunt.
    The night was still, cold, as if the world held its collective breath.
    Shadow paused, glanced around and then began a nonsensical path of distraction. Going left, right, in circles, turning around and backtracking, doing it so many times even I began to feel disoriented. This same pattern followed for at least a mile or two.
    What in the world?
    I know what it was doing. Creating a false trail, that way if anyone came to investigate they’d see a bunch of shambling, aimless prints and nothing more. Since when had the vamps gotten this organized?
    Believe it or not, they’re generally loners. You don’t typically find one with another. So to see them working, moving as one, and hunting together is troubling.
    I narrowed my eyes; two other shapes joined my shadow, presumably the same ones from before. I didn’t see the girl.
    That couldn’t be good.
    They walked a bit further then stepped into a clearing with a large bonfire. Orange and yellow flames licked at the night. The wood crackled, spitting out glowing pieces of cinder.
    I kept myself tucked in the gloom and silhouette of the trees, studying the lay out, gathering Intel the best I could.
    I scanned the field, the trees and saw no one else. Whatever this was, it only involved the three before me.
    One of the bodies pulled back the cowl. It was a woman, springy mass of red curls bobbing around her head in the strong breeze that had suddenly kicked up out of nowhere. White eyes with cat irises studied the other two figures before her.
    What a load of garbage those eyes were. Obviously contacts. Vamps loved to play up to the mythos. Truth was when you turned, nothing changed. If you were fat before you’d be fat now. If you had blue eyes, green, brown, didn’t matter, nothing changed.
    I know I said if you asked for beauty you’d turn vamp, but just because you ask for something doesn’t mean you’re gonna get it. At least not the way you’d expect it. Demons take perverse pleasure in twisting the truth, but we always keep our word. If we tell you you’ll attract hordes of women, you will. It might not be because you’ve turned into Fabio with the long billowy hair, but because you’ve grown puss ridden from head to toe, but hey...you’re attracting hordes of women, right?
    She said something, but the wind carried the words away before I could make it out, then one of the figures nodded and walked back into the woods.
    I leaned over, pulled up the hem of my leather pants and reached into my boot, grabbing a switchblade I had tucked inside.
    A small scurrying sound grabbed my attention. My heart thudded, I snapped the blade open, metal glinting like blue steel in the moonlight. I looked up, staring hard at the branches above me and spotted a squirrel.
    “Stupid animal.” I turned back toward the makeshift camp.
    The other vamp had thrown his hood back. A graying man, balding, maybe in his mid