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    Vampire's Shade 2: Vampire's Shade Collection, #2
    Vampire's Shade 2: Vampire's Shade Collection, #2
    Vampire's Shade 2: Vampire's Shade Collection, #2
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    Vampire's Shade 2: Vampire's Shade Collection, #2

    By Vivienne Neas

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    I have managed to start a new life as instructor at the Martial Arts Academy in Westham. 
    No more black leathers, no more silver bullets but only training clothes, or so I thought... 

    A young woman arrives at the academy: she wants to be taught to kill vampires. And she wants me to teach her. But she doesn't know I'm half-vampire, she doesn't know about my past. This would change the peaceful life I just achieved. 

    Ruben's death has left a shade in Sydney Cross' life, now her anger and frustration will lead her to try and pursuit the most dangerous enemies, but she is too young and inexperienced. I'm shocked when I find out Sydney's plans... somehow I have to do something, I cannot just leave her alone.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherVivienne Neas
    Release dateApr 28, 2016
    ISBN9781533765178
    Vampire's Shade 2: Vampire's Shade Collection, #2

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      Vampire's Shade 2 - Vivienne Neas

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      Chapter 1

      I breathed out, and the world fell away around me. It was just me, the steady rhythm of my heart and the weight of the Beretta in my hand.

      The body came into perfect focus, and I squeezed the trigger. The gun clapped, jerked a little in my hand, and the chest I’d been aiming at exploded.

      I squeezed the trigger three more times, all hits in a small circle in the middle of the chest, slightly to the right and down, where the heart would be. The quiet that was coursing through my veins was new and familiar at the same time. It was the opposite of what I used to experience when I killed for a living, but the familiarity of the gun in my hand, the feel of the bullets leaving the chamber, the satisfaction of a perfect hit – I still had it.

      I became aware of the thick earmuffs that drowned out the sound, the glass walls that boxed me in and the artificial lighting that almost always ended up messing with my night vision when I spent more than eight hours at the shooting range.

      That was freakin’ amazing, Jono said behind me.

      I’d forgotten he was there. I clicked the safety back on the gun and handed it to him, barrel pointing to the side so he wouldn’t accidentally shoot either of us. The safety was on, but people have done incredibly stupid things.

      You’ll get there, I said. Your problem is, you think too much.

      Then again, thinking too little was a problem too. It made for mindless killing, which was what I’d realized I’d been doing once upon a time.

      He took the gun and looked at it, and I gave him a tightlipped smile. I was used to guns. Using them was second nature to me, but for the teenager who paid for weekly shooting lessons, it was still like playing with fire – something that he wasn’t sure he was allowed to do yet.

      He thanked me and fished in his pocket for a fistful of cash, and I took it from him. When he turned his back, I curled my lips up, baring my teeth. He was one of the couple of students who didn’t know about my vampire side. I tried to keep the fangs hidden while I was around them. It wasn’t hard, but it was annoying. At home I could be myself.

      See you next week, I said, and made a note of the cash payment in the book after he left. See, even I could be housetrained.

      Phil appeared in the doorway. He smiled when he saw me writing and folded his arms when I glanced up. He was a bulky man, more muscle than anything else, with a bald head and eyes that missed nothing. He wasn’t very tall, but he was strong. I owed my life to him.

      We’d gone in with a team that had consisted of me, Carl, a human vampire hunter, and Phil, who had taught me MMA most of my adult life – against vampires who wanted to kill us all. And we’d been out for the count quicker than I wanted to remember.

      You’re working late again, he said.

      Connor doesn’t wake up until dusk. There’s nothing for me to do at home until then, and it’s good to be working with guns. It’s something I know.

      Connor was a purebred vampire, and he couldn’t go out into the daylight the way I could. It was the human part of me that let me walk in the sun. There were up sides and down sides to being half-human, but since I’d embraced my vampire side I’d discovered a lot more skills that I hadn’t known I had. Like amazing speed and better hearing than I’d had before.

      Blood was new too, but not in a bad way. Connor and I shared blood. It was intimate and erotic and powerful.

      It was probably a good thing that I hadn’t found my true self before. If I’d known about all these special tricks while I was hunting vampires, I’d have gotten into trouble a lot sooner.

      Do you miss it? Phil asked.

      I knew what he was talking about. He’d been able to help me with the guns. The shooting range was a great extension of his academy, and I was a good instructor. He meant the killing. The revenge. The monsters.

      I didn’t miss it at all. Yeah, it made me feel badass when I could stake a vampire without thinking about it twice. But I always felt rotten afterwards, because there was a conscience buried under all the hatred. After what had happened with the master vampires, my conscience had told me to walk away from the killing.

      I shook my head and shrugged into my leather jacket.

      I’m coming in tomorrow, I said to Phil as we walked out into the dimming light together.

      It’s your day off, he pointed out.

      I shrugged and threw my leg over my bike. She said she was anxious to get started, and all my students know what they’re doing now. I need a challenge.

      I smiled wide enough for the tips of my fangs to show, and Phil pulled a face, but he was used to me now. It had been a year since he’d found out what I really was, but I still couldn’t decide how much of the vampire world Phil really accepted. He was polite to me and my sister Aspen, and to Connor, but I had the feeling that he was keeping at least some of his true feelings hidden from all of us.

      See you tomorrow, I said, and pulled my helmet over my hair. I left it loose to stream behind me in the wind. I didn’t like tying it up under my helmet. Besides, there was nothing as unattractive as helmet hair.

      As I climbed onto my bike, I ran my hands along her curves. This was one of the perks of my past life that I wasn’t willing to give up. An MV Augusta M4CC doesn’t just show up every day. I’d taken it off a wealthier-than-hell vampire after I’d killed him, and I wasn’t willing to give it up.

      I turned the ignition, and my bike purred to life. I let it roar into the silence of dusk, turning the throttle twice before I pulled onto the road.

      When I got home, the shutters were just rolling up, a sign that

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