Virna DePaul - Turned

He woke to the ugly whine of a power tool.

Bright lights and shadowy figures hovered above him. His body seemed paralyzed. His mind numb. Caught in that ethereal place between dream and reality.

Still, there was the faintest feeling of unease.

Mental pictures of being with three othershis sister Naomi, Peter Lancaster, and Ben Porter. Theyd been on their way to see a movie after work and had been stopped by a group of men. Men whod turned on them.

Bit them.

Killed them

The sound of the power toolwas it a saw?grew louder. Sinister.

A scream echoed in the distance, followed by broken pleas for mercy.

So he wasnt dreaming but rather having a nightmare.

No matter. Hed lived with plenty of those, too. It would end soon, though he had to admitthis one seemed particularly brutal.

Hes coming to, a distant voice murmured, but Tys vision remained blurred. Should we keep going?

Another voice answered, but it was muffled. Unclear. Even though Ty couldnt decipher the words spoken, he heard the authority behind them.

Then it happened

Numbness fled. He felt again.

He hurt. More than hed ever thought possible.

Was he sick? Had he been in an accident? Was that why he kept imagining Naomi screaming and covered in blood? Not just her blood, but his, too.

That must be it, he thought desperately.

He was in the hospital, maybe even in an operating room. They thought theyd given him enough to put him under, but they hadnt. Given how heavily he slept, it was ironic that it took a boatload of drugs to put him out for any length of time; hed woken up during medical procedures too many times to count.

Pain radiated throughout his body. He was made of agonyexcruciating, white-hot misery. It wasnt just his hollow stomach and aching gums and parched throat. His bones were wickedly sharp knives piercing his organs and sawing through his skin. And just when he thought the pain had reached its peak, someoneor somethingpoked him or cut him or ripped at him, proving he was wrong and making him scream even as he prayed for death.

Help me, he thought. They dont know Im awake but I am. Cant they see my eyes are open? Cant they hear my screams?

But as more and more time passed, he realized they could hear his screams. And they didnt care.

He wasnt dreaming.

He wasnt in a hospital being operated on.

He was a prisoner. And saving him was the last thing his captors were interested in.

So, unfortunately, was killing him.

Special Agent Ty Duncans eyes flew open just as a shrill ringing pierced his eardrums. Blinking wildly, he took several seconds to realize the sound wasnt coming from a surgical saw. Nor was it the pitiful screeches of men and women in agonizing pain. It was his phone.

His fucking phone.

But the nightmareno, the memories of his captivityhad left him trembling and sweating, gasping for air, barely able to move. His heart slammed against his chest so hard he felt bruised and his stomach roiled with nausea.

It was as if his caller knew what he was going through because the phone just kept ringing.

Ring. Ring. Ring.

When Ty could finally breathe and move again, he picked up his cell. Im here.

Surveillance is a go, his new boss, Carly, stated. Weve set you up next door with all the equipment youll need. You fly to Seattle tonight. You ready?

Ive been ready, he pointed out, his gaze automatically drifting to the open files scattered around the room. He didnt need to see her picture to visualize his marks face.

Eliana Garcia, aka Ana Martin.

Former Primos Sangre gang member. Sister to Gloria.

A female with long glossy dark hair and large dark eyes, her beauty straddling the line between ingenue and seductress, tempting a man to alternately protect and challenge her even as the ugly scar on her face warned him not to try.

The woman who just might be able to get them where they needed to go.

Soon hed have more than her photographs to look at. Hed meet her. Talk with her.

Hed do whatever it took to bring her in.

Hed do his job.

It was all he had left thanks to the vampires who had captured and tortured him.

It was all he had left now that he was no longer human himself.

After a few more perfunctory instructions from Carly, Ty ended the call. Then he couldnt help it. Hed memorized Anas face but

He found his favorite photograph of her, the one in which she was almost smiling. The promise of that smile was as intoxicating as it was frustrating. Next to seeing her smile outright, there were only two things he wanted more.

To fuck her. Hard.

And to drink her blood while he was doing it.

He slapped the photograph facedown on the table. He was shaking. Shaking with need for a woman hed never even met. A woman whose past should have repelled him. Instead, hed been inexplicably drawn to her since the moment hed first seen her photograph, and now that hed gotten the green light to go to her, the dark images from his nightmare had been replaced with unshakeable fantasies of taking her and sucking her blood.

It wasnt going to happen. He couldnt feed from her. Couldnt fuck her.

No, it was more than thathe wouldnt.

Six months ago, hed been turned into a vampire. Afterward hed been tortured. First by the vampires who seemed determined to test his immortality and his tolerance to pain. Second by his own body. Anytime his captors left him alone, hed craved blood and sex. Lusting after them to the point where it was all he could think of. All he was interested in. Eventually, his overwhelming hunger had waned. Now he had a strict abstinence policy. No human blood. No sex other than with his own fist. It was the only way to be sure he wouldnt sink to the depths he had before.

If only he knew more about being a vampire. How to be a vampire. How to stop being one. All he knew was what the FBI had told him.

Vampires were born. They breathed and they had heartbeats. They very much lived, but they lived in secret, interacting with most humans without giving away what they really were. When theyd been discovered years before, vampire leaders had assured the FBI they were no threat. While they drank human blood, they only drank from a small group of humans who knew what they were and whose ancestors had volunteered for the job for centuries. Moreover, turning humans into vampires, while technically possible, was forbidden as a matter of vampire law and morality. In the end, the FBI had decided it was in everyones best interests to keep the existence of vampires a secret.

The FBI, however, was also keeping its own secrets from vampire leaders, the major one being that it had disregarded vampire law by employing several vampiresnow labeled Roguesto turn human recruits.

Well, surprise, surprise. Even as the Rogues had been turning human recruits in exchange for FBI favors, theyd been running their own operations behind the scenes. Maybe the FBI had suspected as much. Maybe theyd been willing to turn a blind eye to minor infractions. But after Ty, Peter, and Ben had been captured and turned, the FBI had gone into damage-control mode. No more human recruits would be turnednot until the Rogues were contained. Failing to do so would not only put the whole operation at risk, but might alert the general human population about vampires before the U.S. government was ready for that to happen.