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  A Shade of Vampire 18: A Trail of Echoes

  Bella Forrest

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  Also by Bella Forrest

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  1. Chapter 1: River

  2. Chapter 2: River

  3. Chapter 3: Ben

  4. Chapter 4: River

  5. Chapter 5: River

  6. Chapter 6: Ben

  7. Chapter 7: Rose

  8. Chapter 8: Rose

  9. Chapter 9: Derek

  10. Chapter 10: Sofia

  11. Chapter 11: Sofia

  12. Chapter 12: River

  13. Chapter 13: River

  14. Chapter 14: Jeramiah

  15. Chapter 15: Jeramiah

  16. Chapter 16: Ben

  17. Chapter 17: Ben

  18. Chapter 18: Rose

  19. Chapter 19: Caleb

  20. Chapter 20: River

  21. Chapter 21: Ben

  22. Chapter 22: River

  23. Chapter 23: Ben

  24. Chapter 24: Ben

  25. Chapter 25: Rose

  26. Chapter 26: Ben

  27. Chapter 27: Rose

  28. Chapter 28: River

  29. Chapter 29: Ben

  30. Chapter 30: Derek

  31. Chapter 31: Ben

  32. Chapter 32: River

  33. Chapter 33: Ben

  34. Chapter 34: Jeramiah

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  A SHADE OF VAMPIRE SERIES

  Derek & Sofia’s story:

  A Shade of Vampire (Book 1)

  A Shade of Blood (Book 2)

  A Castle of Sand (Book 3)

  A Shadow of Light (Book 4)

  A Blaze of Sun (Book 5)

  A Gate of Night (Book 6)

  A Break of Day (Book 7)

  Rose & Caleb’s story:

  A Shade of Novak (Book 8)

  A Bond of Blood (Book 9)

  A Spell of Time (Book 10)

  A Chase of Prey (Book 11)

  A Shade of Doubt (Book 12)

  A Turn of Tides (Book 13)

  A Dawn of Strength (Book 14)

  A Fall of Secrets (Book 15)

  An End of Night (Book 16)

  The Shade lives on…

  A Wind of Change (Book 17)

  A SHADE OF KIEV TRILOGY

  A Shade of Kiev 1

  A Shade of Kiev 2

  A Shade of Kiev 3

  BEAUTIFUL MONSTER DUOLOGY

  Beautiful Monster 1

  Beautiful Monster 2

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  Chapter 1: River

  I glanced up at Benjamin Novak across the bare-walled guest room. The shock of being told that I was now immortal had not yet passed, but my mind was filled with one thought. I had to find a way to turn myself back and return to my family. And I had to do it soon. Each hour that passed, anxiety gripped me more and more at the thought of how distraught my family must be.

  Ben met my eyes.

  “Where is The Shade?” I asked.

  “In the Pacific Ocean.”

  My heart sank. “The Pacific Ocean? But that’s like… halfway across the globe. How on earth am I going to get there? I have no passport…”

  “We’re going to have to travel by boat.”

  “We?”

  Ben frowned. “Yes. We. I said that I would help you get to The Shade.”

  “Oh,” I said, staring at him. “I didn’t think that you were actually going to take me there. I thought you said that you want to stay away—”

  “I can help you get there without actually setting foot on the island. Besides, if I didn’t accompany you there, there’s no way in hell you would find it. Trust me.”

  Again, I couldn’t help but wonder why he was doing this for me. Although he said that he wouldn’t feel right leaving me stranded on my own, taking me all the way to the Pacific Ocean was putting himself out in a massive way.

  And so I asked him again, “Ben, why would you do this for me?”

  He breathed out. “Well, I suppose it’s not entirely selfless. You could act as a messenger for me, let my family know that I’m still alive and intend to return as soon as I feel able to. I haven’t contacted them since I left.”

  “How come? Can’t you just phone them?”

  He shook his head. “There’s a spell cast over the island so only charmed phones will work. I was in such a hurry to leave the place, stupidly, I left the island without one.” He leaned back on his bed. “Anyway, even traveling by ship, I’m not sure how we’re going to pull this off. But the first thing we ought to do is convert some coins into cash. God knows how much money we’re wasting by dishing those out. When we leave this evening, our first stop should be a pawnbroker.”

  I picked up my bag, heavy with coins, and looked at them again. I had no idea how much they were worth. We would soon find out. As I reached inside, my fingers brushed against the cool glass of the vial of amber liquid I’d been given while in Michael’s quarters. I lifted it up and examined it once again, trying to guess what on earth it was. How did they even know about my brother and why would they give him a gift?

  Staring at it wasn’t going to get me any closer to an answer, so I slipped it back in the bag and looked back at Ben.

  “It’s going to be a long night,” he said. “I suggest you get some rest.”

  “I guess you’re right.”

  Once we left this guesthouse, we didn’t know when we would find our next shelter. And we needed to be alert now more than ever.

  I placed my backpack on the floor and swung my legs onto my bed. Gathering my blanket, and the one that Ben had given me, I rested my head against my stiff pillow and watched as Ben lay down on his own bed. He faced the wall, turning his back on me.

  I closed my eyes, and it was only once I did that I realized just how heavy my eyelids felt. Every limb in my body felt exhausted and torn from the trauma I had just endured. And yet, after half an hour, I still had not fallen asleep. My mind simply wouldn’t shut down as worry after worry continued to flood my head. I couldn’t stop thinking about my family and if I was ever going to make it back to them. I kept thinking about how worried they would all be. Especially my mother.

  I sat up in bed.

  It might not be safe for me to visit my grandfather’s house, but at least I could try to speak to him on the phone to ease my family’s stress. Once Ben and I left Cairo, especially if we were going to be traveling by sea, we would soon have no access to payphones.

  I looked over toward Ben. His back heaved slightly, and his breathing was slow and steady. Clearly he had managed to fall asleep. Touching my feet to the ground, I stood up.

  I had no idea how long he would remain asleep, but I couldn’t lie awake in the silence of this room any longer, tortured by my own thoughts.

  Grabbing a small no
tepad from the dressing table between the twin beds, I scribbled a note for Ben explaining where I had gone and that I would aim to be back within an hour. Judging by how soundly he appeared to be sleeping, I doubted he would wake up before I returned.

  Picking up my backpack, I moved toward the door. But just before I opened it, I had second thoughts. I didn’t think that he was going to wake up before I returned, but just in case he did…

  I reached for the empty water bottle I’d placed by the doorway and carried it into the bathroom. I looked around for a sharp object. Ben’s claws would be useful about now. The edge of the mirror looked quite sharp—it was poorly made and didn’t even have a frame to cover the glass. It was just rectangularly cut and stuck straight on the wall. Raising my wrist toward it, I hoped that I wouldn’t contract some kind of infection as I cut myself with it. Biting my lip against the pain, I allowed my blood to trickle into the bottle. Once I felt that there was enough, I screwed on the cap and placed it on the bedside table next to the note.

  And then I left the room. Before I could make any calls, I needed cash. That meant a trip to a pawnbroker first. I supposed if I asked at the reception desk to use the phone, they would let me, but I couldn’t afford to be overheard. I needed to reach a pay phone.

  The same man who’d checked us in was sitting behind the desk. He looked up as I approached.

  “Is the room to your liking?” he asked.

  “It’s fine,” I said. “I came to ask you if there are any pawnbrokers near here?”

  “Hmm. That depends on what you mean by ‘near’. There are several, but they are situated more centrally.”

  “Distance is not a problem,” I said. “Could you please write down the address of the nearest one, and would you also have a map?”

  “Yes,” he said, eyeing me curiously. He reached beneath his desk and pulled out a blank piece of paper, and a map of Cairo. Once he had written the address on the paper, he drew an “X” on the map where the street was located.

  “Thank you.” I said, taking both items from him. I studied the map as I exited the guesthouse. I could run so fast now, I guessed that it would take me less than half an hour to reach the destination. Assuming things went smoothly at the pawnbroker and I managed to find a pay phone, I would be back in no time.

  I tucked the map and the piece of paper into the deep pockets of my robe and tightened my shoes before launching into a sprint. I kept referring to the map every now and then, stopping to check street names.

  I ran so fast, I arrived in fifteen minutes. I wasn’t even breathless either.

  I looked up at the signpost of the shop. Cleopatra Jewelers. Adjusting my veil, which had gotten a little askew during my running, I looked down at the wound I’d caused by cutting myself. It had almost entirely healed by now.

  I stepped into the shop. I was the only customer, which I was thankful for, and there was just one employee sitting behind the counter. I walked up to him and placed my backpack on the table. I undid the zipper and pulled out just a handful of the gold coins.

  I explained to him in Arabic that I wanted to sell the gold for cash. His eyes widened a little as I handed him the precious metal. I tried to wait patiently as he went about examining the gold, until finally, about half an hour later, I was walking out of the shop with a backpack stuffed with cash. It was so full, the zipper was close to breaking.

  The first thing I had to do was buy a new bag. I found a bag shop in the second street along and, once I had chosen a bag and paid for it, I placed my backpack inside the larger one, then put that on my back instead.

  After only five minutes of searching, I managed to locate a phone box. My hand was shaking as I reached for the receiver and inserted a coin. My heart pounding, I dialed my grandfather’s number and clutched the phone to my ear.

  Ring. Ring.

  Ring. Ring.

  Come on, Grandpa. Pick up.

  When the phone kept ringing and eventually reached voicemail, I hung up and tried to call again after waiting a minute. The phone continued to ring with no answer. This time I left a message.

  “G-Grandpa, this is River. I hope you’ve been reunited with Lalia by now. I’m calling to tell you that I’m fine. I can’t say much, and I can’t tell you where I am, but I’m going to try to make it back to you, or back to Mom, as soon as I can. Please just try not to worry about me. I’m… I’m in safe hands. Sending my love to you, Lalia, Dafne, Jamil and Mom.”

  I placed the phone back on the receiver, exhaling deeply. It felt like some of the weight on my chest had lifted. I hoped my grandfather would check his voicemail soon.

  Backing away from the phone box, I began to hurry back along the winding streets toward our guesthouse. When I entered the reception area, there was no one sitting behind the desk. I headed for the staircase and ran, moving quickly along the corridor upstairs until I reached the room.

  I was about to knock on the door when I noticed that it was ajar.

  Pushing it open, I looked around.

  Ben’s bed was empty, as was the rest of the room.

  Ben was gone.

  Chapter 2: River

  I rushed to the bathroom. That too was empty. My mouth became parched as my eyes fixed on the dressing table. The note and the bottle of my blood still sat on the table, untouched.

  Fear gripped me as doubts began to flood my mind. Where is he? Did he change his mind and just leave without me?

  A bloodcurdling scream stopped me short. It came from downstairs. Panic coursing through my veins, I shot out of the room and hurried back down the stairs. The screaming continued. It was coming from the room behind the empty reception desk. Racing around it, I forced the door open and barged in.

  It was all I could do to not scream too.

  The room looked like a scene out of a horror movie. The bodies of three men lay strewn about the room, one of whom I recognized as the man who’d sat at the desk. There were deep puncture marks in their necks, their bodies splattered with blood.

  And in the far right corner of the room, Ben was sucking the life from a young woman before my very eyes. His hips crushed against her thin frame, holding her in place against the wall as he took deep gulps of her blood.

  “No!” I croaked. “Ben!”

  I threw myself across the room at him, sliding my arms around his neck and pulling myself up onto his back. Holding him in a choke, I tried to force him to release the girl. That was not the wisest idea though because even if I managed to pull him away, his fangs would rip through her jugular. Instead, I placed one palm over his forehead, holding his head steady, then positioned my right wrist directly beneath his nose.

  “Let her go,” I begged, whispering into his ear. His eyes narrowed, and I could feel shudders passing through his body as he drank. But then the scent of my blood, so close to him, began to take its effect. Apparently I smelled so disgusting that I was spoiling his appetite. After four more gulps, his jaw loosened, and he released the girl.

  Her face was frozen in utter terror as she collapsed on the floor.

  Afraid to step away from Ben in case he launched another attack, I pulled him down to the floor with me as I checked the girl’s pulse. It was so faint, I could barely feel it.

  “You need to heal her with your blood,” I hissed to Ben, having no idea whether vampire blood could even heal a person at such a desperate stage.

  He still seemed to be in a daze, his whole face now contorted with some kind of pain of his own.

  “Ben! Give her your blood.”

  Extending a claw, he cut his palm and held it to the girl’s lips.

  “Drink,” I urged, clutching the girl by the shoulder.

  But she didn’t.

  I shook her hard. But as I checked her pulse again, it became clear that I could shake her until her neck came loose. She wasn’t going to respond. She was gone, as gone as the other ravaged corpses in this room.

  Standing up with Ben, I placed both palms against his chest and pu
shed him back against the wall.

  “What the hell were you thinking?” I asked through trembling lips. “I left my blood for you!”

  Ben’s eyes looked unfocused, blood still dripping from his lips, onto his soaked robe. His voice was low and hoarse as he responded. “You shouldn’t have left without warning me.”

  Ding! Ding!

  The shrill sound of the bell at the front desk pierced the atmosphere.

  My hair stood on end. I looked in panic from Ben to the corpses scattered around the room.

  “Excuse me,” a high-pitched voice called in Arabic. “Excuse me!”

  Shooting to the door, and wiping the blood that had gotten on me onto my black robe on the way, I stepped out of the room and back into the reception area, closing the door behind me and standing there, holding the handle in place. Now that I had distanced myself from Ben again, I was half expecting him to storm out and attack the middle-aged Arab woman standing behind the desk.

  “What was all that screaming?” the woman complained, her black eyebrows knotting. “It woke me from my rest.”

  “Oh, I’m so sorry, ma’am,” I replied, trying to act as though I had just returned from a toilet break rather than from witnessing a bloody massacre. “It was coming from the street outside. I am not certain what happened, since I have been busy with paperwork.”

  “Hm.” The woman eyed me curiously, then her expression turned back to annoyance. “Anyway, I also came down to tell you that the flush in my toilet has stopped working.”

  “Oh, dear. That is… entirely unacceptable. If you return to your room now, I will send someone up in the next hour. Okay?”

  “In the next hour? I can’t wait that long!” she grumbled.

  “Okay,” I replied. “How about in the next fifteen minutes? I will try to get hold of our caretaker.”

  She still looked dissatisfied, but to my relief, she headed back up the staircase.

  I clutched the door handle and stepped back inside the room, slamming the door behind me.