Raphael:Abel's Bloodline 2

By: Fel Fern

Abel’s Bloodline 2




Chapter 1




Derrick Pace’s teeth clattered and he fisted the sheets. Logically, he knew he was back in his own bed, his apartment. Safe, but not from nightmares. Even in the land of dreams, he could still be hurt, feel the potent combination of fear and despair.

The sharp blade of a knife flashed in front of him, held by a madman with a pale face and sharp fangs. No, not a man, but a monster. A vampire. Derrick could even smell it, copper and cooking meat, blood and burning skin, scents he never wanted to remember again.

Fight it, Derrick. You’re strong. Overcome your fear.

Derrick woke up to reality, panting, his entire body covered in sweat. He pulled the comforter around him, as if mere cloth could ward away the dark. Derrick knew that voice, convincing and seductive at once. He envisioned white-gold hair framing a beautiful, masculine face set with icy blue eyes that seemed so cold, untouchable, even when he’d been restrained, burned with holy objects. Raphael.

A vampire with a name of an archangel. If it wasn’t for Raphael, Derrick wouldn’t be alive today, but was this truly living?

He rubbed at the goosebumps that appeared across his arms. In the dark, he could still see the cuts on his arms that the insane vampire Ivan had made. Derrick touched the smooth skin over his elbow and forearm. His brother Elliot had asked a healer to erase all the evidence of the torture he’d endured under the hands of Ivan and his group, enemies of Elliot’s vampire king, Abel. Raphael had been a kind of prince, Abel’s lieutenant, and had done his best to shield him.

Three months ago, Derrick lived an average, boring life. He worked at an advertising firm, worked too much as Elliot often said, to support himself and Elliot, who’d been having delusions ever since their parents passed away in a car accident. It turned out Elliot’s visions were real, and both of them had been thrust into a world Derrick wanted no part of.

Paranormals lived alongside humans. He knew that, but the vampires, the werewolves, and whatever else was out there kept to their own communities enough that they sometimes seemed made-up.

“They were real alright,” Derrick whispered, because it turned out Elliot had been dreaming of a vampire king’s prison. He’d accompanied Elliot to what turned out to be a real cemetery where Abel Savage had been imprisoned by Ivan, one of his former lieutenants. In the fight, Derrick and Raphael had been captured by Ivan.

After Abel and Elliot dealt with Ivan, Derrick insisted on returning home, thought he could start where he left off, but he’d never been the same after that incident. Derrick lost everything—his job, his sanity, and his brother. He hadn’t realized how co-dependent he’d been with Elliot until he started noticing how empty the apartment felt.

It might make him look like a dick, but despite all his complaints, he took his role of Elliot’s big brother seriously. After their parents died, he refused to let the foster system separate them. Elliot was in Carrick City now, learning to become a mate and consort to a vampire king—whatever that meant. Derrick placed his hands over his head and flung the bedsheets aside.

During his time as Ivan’s captive and his recovery afterwards, he’d blamed Elliot for everything, for pulling them into this mess, into a world he was content not knowing about. Elliot deserved no blame, though. Derrick had insisted on following his brother into that crypt. He made that choice. Derrick stepped out of the bedroom and stared at the door to Elliot’s bedroom.

He approached it, turning the knob. Elliot had taken all his belongings, his drawings, so it looked like an empty guest bedroom now. This was where his bother spent most of his time. Altered by his visions, Elliot had become socially challenged, couldn’t even bear to head outside to buy groceries. The last he’d seen of Elliot, his brother had changed, come so far. Elliot chatted and seemed to be full of energy, completely comfortable being around monsters.

Derrick shut the door and walked the corridor to the living room. He grabbed a glass of water from the kitchen and took a sip. His mind began to clear, but he knew the next night, the nightmares would start up again. Derrick debated getting some sleeping pills. Truth be told, he once entertained the notion of taking more pills than he should.

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