Patrice Michelle - A Taste for Revenge

A Taste for Revenge

Kendrians Book 2

By Patrice Michelle

IrishPhrases used in A Taste for Revenge Endearments:

Sonuachar (son-oo-uh-k*ur) = Soulmate (or a closeIrish equivalent)

A Chro (ah khree) = My Heart

A Ghr (ah graw) = My Love

A Thaisce (ah hash-keh) = My Treasure

A Ghr mo Chro (ah graw muh khree) = Love of myHeart/My Hearts Beloved

Other:

Is t mo shonuachar (iss too muh hon-oo-uh-k*ur ) =Youre my soulmate

T t go h-ileann (thaw too goh haw-ling) = You arebeautiful

T gr agam dhuit (taw graw ah-gum g*itch) = I loveyou

Damn air! (dahm-noo air!) = Damn it!

Go raibh maith agat (guh rev moh a-guth) = Thank You

Oche mhaith (e-hah whah ) = Good Night

Is liomsa (iss lyum-suh ee) = Shes mine

Bheinn ssta an bhean bhre seo a roinnt leat, adhearthir (veh-inn saws-tuh un van vraw shuh a roonch lyat, uh yrawr) = Idbe willing to share this lovely woman, brother.

Thug muid roinnt dr gcuid fuil chro d chile;tugadh agus glacadh fuil go toilteanach. T muid inr lnin anois. = (exacttranslation) We each gave each other (some of) our hearts blood; blood wasgiven and accepted willingly. Were mated now.

= (as stated in the book). Your lifes blood for mine,given and taken willingly. Now were mated.

Note: Is tmo shonuachar literally means: You are my good spouse. This is the closest theIrish language can get to the meaning of the English term soulmate.

KendrianVampire Terms

Pureblood Purevampire

Hybrid Partpureblood vampire

Vampri Humansmade into vampire. Their powers, though vampire-like, are less than the vampirewho created them. They must drink blood to survive. Only Hybrids and Purebloodscan make vampris. Vampris made by a pureblood vampire will not be able to walkin the sun. Vampris made by a hybrid vampire will have the same tolerance oraversion to the sun the hybrid does.

Transer Humanon the brink of becoming a vampri. Hes so close to being a vampri, he will doanything for the vampire to take that third bite and make him a vampri.

Anima Themate of a vampire. If the person is a human turned vampri, then he/she willhave equal powers/limitations to his/her vampire mate.

Man, this hunters good. Damn good. Ian Mordoormumbled to himself as he squatted next to the body and touched the arrowimbedded in the center of the mans heart. The bolt was top of the line, meantto kill. He squinted against the setting autumn sun. If the man hadnt been atranser, his body would be scarred ash by now.

Transers. The fact they even existed made Ians bloodboil. Leave them human or make them vampri but dont leave them in that needyin-between state. Only a rogue vamp created transers because he knew a transerwould follow his every command at the promise of being turned vampri.

Glancing up, Ian surveyed his surroundings and notedthe deserted train station that stood thirty feet away. The yellow paint on thebuilding peeled with age and neglect. He surmised the smaller building off tothe right, with its windows and door boarded up, was probably the controlstation. His heightened senses on full alert, he sniffed the air around him. Inthe abandoned atmosphere, he detected no unusual scents stirring in the airother than the stench of the dead man at his feet.

Considering the body before him, the place was eerilyquiet. Somewhere the vampire hunter lay in wait. He heard the faster-paced beatof a human heart, heard the blood coursing through the mans veins. Shiftinghis gaze back to the man on the ground, he noted the skin felt cold to the touch.Rigor mortis had already set in. He checked his watch. Based on the bodyscondition, he had to have been dead at least fourteen hours.

Ian couldnt help but smile. He gave the vampirehunter one thingthe man had tenacity and stamina by the cartloads. The huntermust have chased Drace here because Ian knew Drace. The vamp was used to lifesluxuries. Drace never wouldve come to an abandoned train station of his ownfree will. His gaze settled on Draces BMW. All four tires had been slashed.The hunter must have chased Drace here on the brink of dawn. Like a rabbit intoa snare.

His smile turned to a grin as his admiration for thehunter grew. No wonder Drace remained here. The abandoned train station held nofood source for the rogue vamp and the longer he went without a food source,his vampire powers diminished to a glimmer of his full power. He couldnt shapeshift into a raven or turn into mist to get away. For now, he was bound toearth, just like his human hunter, and forced to remain hidden until the sundisappeared from the sky. Right now the hunter had the advantage.

Ian had been on Draces trail for a month now. FromChicago to Florida hed chased the ousted vamp. Before he officially took overhis newly appointed position as leader of the Bruen clan, Ian vowed toeliminate Drace for his role in the brutal killing of a vampire hunter namedJohn Markson. It shouldnt have taken him this long to track the bastard down,but several Bruens had helped Drace escape him on more than one occasion.

Many of the Bruens werent happy Ian had beenappointed their new leader once their original leader, Kraid, had beenkilledDrace, most of all, since Kraid was his brother. Never had a hunt for arogue vampire been more important to him, especially now that eliminating Dracewould go a long way in establishing his leadership over the Bruen clan.

Between Drace and the vampire hunter, all Ian had todo was follow their trail. They each left a path of bodies behindhumans Dracekilled after gorging himself on their blood, and transers, killed by thevampire hunter. Ian considered himself one of the best trackers, but for somereason this vampire hunter always seemed to have the jump on him when it cameto Drace.

Standing up, he fisted his hand. He respected thevampire hunter for his tireless efforts, but Drace was his to hunt down. Thethought spurred him into action. Ian might have the advantage of being able towalk in the sunlight, but he fully recognized the limitations of hishybridhalf human-half vampire powers compared to a pureblood vamp. Instead,he depended more on his hunting skills to catch his vamp prey. The signs werealways there, if one knew where to look.

As he inspected the soft dirt around the body besidehim, the booted footprints told the tale. Whoever killed the vamp had checkedto make sure he was dead. Ian followed the footprints. The prints were smallerthan he expected, but then, size wasnt a requirement to be a good hunter.

Peering around the corner of the building, he caught sightof a woman crouched near the abandoned train cars ten feet away. Two chopsticksspeared through the mass of jet black hair on her head, keeping it out of herface while giving him a nice view of her slender neck. She wore a mans whitetank top that clung to her generous breasts, her chambray over-shirt tossed tothe ground. As she raised her arm, his gaze locked on the gun in her hand.

God, a woman caused all this? He chuckled inwardly.Drace must be chomping at the bit that he let himself be trapped by a merewoman. Ian crossed his arms and, in a casual stance, leaned against the wall toadmire the rest of her shapely form.

While she checked her weapon, he appreciated her tonedarms. His gaze dropped to her lower body, past her khaki cargo shorts where themuscles in her thighs and calves, clearly cut and defined, caused him to hardeninstantly. As much as he wanted to take inventory of the rest of her assets, itwas her choice of weapons that drew his attention and ultimate respect.

She checked and reloaded her crossbow pistol withpracticed ease, almost as if she could do so in her sleep. A weapon known forits deadly accuracy, the crossbow pistol was slow to load compared to asemiautomatic with a clip. And with her enemys known speed, the fact she chosesuch a weapon spoke of her confidence in her abilities as well as her courage.