Origin

  Origin

  Ancient Blood: Prequel

  Nora Ash

  Copyright © 2017 by Nora Ash

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  This is a work of fiction. Any and all likeness to trademarks, corporations or persons, dead or alive, is purely coincidental.

  Contents

  Summary

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Epilogue

  Wicked Soul

  Excerpt

  Also by Nora Ash

  Summary

  Love is a curse.

  Three hundred years ago, Warin lost his humanity.

  The night he met Thea was the night he lost his soul.

  For more than two hundred years, Warin has roamed the wilds with only his blood brother Aleric for company, terrorizing villages and feeding on human life. Sating his dark hunger was all he ever cared for...

  Until she crossed his path.

  From the moment he meets his beautiful Thea, her emerald eyes and tender heart call to him like a siren’s song. But she is human, and unless Warin can uncover the truth of their connection, he’ll never be able to possess her the way he so desperately desires.

  Enlisting the help of the Ancients of his kind always comes with a cost. Especially when Thea is revealed for what she really is: either a gift from the gods…

  ...or a curse on his bloodline.

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  Origin is a prequel novella to the Ancient Blood series. Although I only deal in happy endings, we haven't reached the end of our tale yet, so make sure you pick up book 1 - Wicked Soul!

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  1

  Warin

  Circa 1200 - Brittania

  The scent of burning huts and freshly spilled blood was sharp in Warin’s nostrils as he lifted his head to roar his bloodlust out into the night.

  Distant sounds of battle—the final efforts of the defenders before Death inevitably gripped them in His cold claws—and the crackling of many fires was the only response.

  He looked down at his last opponent, into his blankly staring eyes turned to the stars, and sighed with satisfaction. The rush of battle receded with the slow pulse of his victim’s lifeblood seeping out on the ground from the fist-sized hole in his chest.

  The amount of blood he needed to feast on before the rage settled was never consistent, the thrill of brutality far overshadowing his innate hunger, and this night had been no different. However, now that both his hunger and his need to kill had been sated, the restlessness that filled him with liquid fire demanded a different kind of quenching.

  For his brother, finding a willing woman after a night of slaughter was all he needed to fulfill the primal desires that governed their kind with an iron fist.

  For Warin, the urges were never that simple.

  He licked the blood still dripping from his lips and raised his head to the sky, nostrils flaring as he searched for whatever his instincts demanded to ease the roiling darkness within him.

  It had been more than two hundred years since he’d fled to the wilds with his brother, and an unmeasured amount of time before that since he’d lost his humanity—he knew the violent, gnawing hunger tearing at him from the inside never went away, no matter how completely he indulged it. And yet he still tried. He had to try. Every instinct in his powerful body screamed at him with the rushing force of a thousand waterfalls until he satisfied it.

  When the sweet scent of a terrified female reached his twitching nostrils, Warin’s eyebrows rose in surprise at his own desire.

  Huh. Maybe Aleric's ways were finally starting to rub off on him.

  It wasn’t that Warin was unacquainted with the female body—far from it—but he usually found his pleasure in playing with his prey rather than simply fulfilling the base needs throbbing through his body.

  Her scent came from somewhere north of the village, where the fires had yet to reach the thatched houses. He could smell other humans up there, undoubtedly the few women and children who had hidden from the attack, but their scents were hardly noteworthy. The only thing of interest, the only thing his mind could focus on, was her—the unlucky woman whose life would end in his hands this night.

  Warin ran, too far gone on the sweet scent of the female to care if anyone noticed his inhuman speed. He needed her, needed to consume whatever it was that called so strongly to him right now.

  She was inside a nearly intact stone building.

  His nostrils flared as he stepped in through the half broken-off door, taking in the smells.

  An array of dried herbs, soot, and the even stronger, deeper scent of the woman met his senses. This was her home—and she lived here alone. There was no scent of a man overpowering enough to indicate that a mate shared her home.

  Warin glanced at the many bundles of dried herbs hanging from the ceiling, noting the sharp, medicinal undertone in their smell. She was the village healer.

  “Come out, little mouse,” he called into the quiet room in the tongue he knew was used on these shores. “You can’t hide from me.” He undid his sword belt and let it fall to the ground with a clatter. He didn’t need weapons to kill humans, but it was part of the disguise that allowed him to blend in with the raiders. Being unarmed might make her believe he was less dangerous. He always did love when his prey came willingly.

  There was no reply, but he could hear her heartbeat thundering in her chest and her desperate attempts at quieting her panting from the table she was hiding under. The scent of her fear was intoxicating.

  Calmly and with measured steps, he stalked over to her hiding place. Her heartbeat nearly doubled at his proximity, and he fleetingly wondered how much longer it would be before it burst out of her chest. Then he dropped down to a crouch, his lips pulling into a wry smile as he finally laid eyes on the girl.

  “Boo.”

  She whimpered and curled up into a tighter ball, pressing herself as far away from him as she physically could, her frightened gaze locked on him.

  Warin blinked. Twice.

  She was…

  He frowned, unable to take his eyes off hers. They were the exact same shade of green as the sea underneath the cliffs the small village was perched on, and something in their frightened depths reminded him of… His mind grasped for the connection, but to his annoyance, the root of their familiarity eluded him.

  “Who are you?” he growled.

  The girl jumped at the sound, her disturbing eyes darting to his blood-spattered lips. A fresh wave of her fear-tainted fragrance curled in his nostrils.

  “T-Thea,” she stuttered.

  Warin frowned. Thea. He didn’t know any Thea. Aleric had briefly amused himself with a Theodora some decades ago when they were venturing far south, but she had looked nothing like this pale human with her auburn hair and smattering of freckles. And those eyes… He would have remembered a woman with those eyes.

  He inhaled deeply, trying to place her scent, but at no point in time had he encountered a human whose aroma sang to him like hers did.

  No, despite the odd moment of recognition, he knew without a shadow of a doubt that he had never encountered this girl before.
This Thea.

  But that didn’t lessen his desire for her.

  “Look at me,” he demanded.

  Her sea-green eyes flashed back to his even as a small whimper pressed past her lips at his snarl.

  The moment he held her gaze, Warin let his will seek to capture hers. He felt the familiar tug when his mind connected and reveled in the rush of power that went along with it. It didn’t matter that her eyes made his insides twist in a not altogether pleasant way—she was a weak little human, and he would make her bend to his will like he did with all his prey, until she no longer made him feel so… wrong.

  “Come out and play, little mouse,” he purred, holding out a hand toward her.

  To his utter astonishment, she merely curled into a smaller ball, fisting her shaking hands in her skirt as if pulling the fabric tighter around her body would make her safer.

  Warin drew in a disbelieving breath. No one had ever resisted his Compulsion before. No one could—at least, no human.

  “Are you a witch?” he asked, somewhat hesitant to voice his confusion. As dangerous as they could be under certain circumstances, he had never heard of resistance to a vampire’s compulsion to be among their talents. And he had personally feasted on enough witch blood to prove as much.

  “No, I’m no one! Please, please leave me be!” Her voice carried a note of hysteria and her body had started to tremble.

  All witches he had met had been haughty with confidence in their abilities—at least until his fangs punctured their skin. This wretched little thing exhibited none of the usual self-assurance of someone who was accustomed to power.

  But if she wasn’t a witch, then why was she resisting his Compulsion?

  “Come here!” Warin reached out again, putting all his power behind the command.

  Thea’s only reaction was to whimper.

  Puzzlement aside, the girl’s lack of obedience wasn’t sitting well with his need to soothe his ravening hunger. With an irritated growl he flipped the solid table over, exposing her.

  “Come to me,” he repeated, daring her to resist him with a narrowing of his eyes.

  Thea breathed shallowly, quickly glancing from his face to the door, clearly calculating her chances of escaping—and arriving at the conclusion that she had no chance of making it.

  Her tongue flicked out to moisten her dry lips, momentarily distracting his focus. “Are you going to hurt me?”

  It was a ridiculous question. Even if she had yet to understand what he was, she undoubtedly knew that a raider who had broken into her home was not there for anything pleasant. Warin stared into her wide eyes, feeling oddly hesitant about confirming her fears.

  Normally, he delighted in his prey’s terror and went to great lengths to ensure they knew they would die at his hands, even as they surrendered to his Compulsion. This time, something inside him resisted the idea of hurting her. He wanted… Warin frowned, not entirely sure what he wanted. His fangs and throbbing cock were still aching to be buried in her, but he didn’t want her to look and smell so frightened while he indulged himself.

  It was supremely frustrating.

  As far back as his memories would allow him to recall, he had always known exactly what his instincts demanded of him and had reveled in following them, even as he knew they would never be satisfied. This time, everything was different, and he didn’t understand why. He just knew that he didn’t want this Thea to be scared of him.

  “I won’t hurt you,” he said. “Come.”

  She moved then, though hesitantly. His eyes followed her as she slowly unfolded from her curled up position until she was on her feet, hands still clutching her skirt. She didn’t come to him, but at least she wasn’t cowering anymore.

  “What do you want?” she asked. “If you really won’t hurt me, what do you want from me? I don’t have any valuables.”

  “You.” The word flowed easily from his lips, loosening the coil of confusion in his chest. Yes, that was exactly what he wanted, no matter the confusing emotions swirling in his mind. It was the only thing that was truly clear to him. “I want you.”

  Thea squeaked and stumbled back against the wall when he surged forward, but he caught her easily around the waist before she could fall. Her skin was so warm against his. Warm and soft. Ignoring her panting breath and the rapid drumming of her heart, he bent his head to her neck and inhaled deeply.

  Her scent filled his lungs, tainted by the tart notes of her fear, but still rich and irresistible like nothing else he had experienced. His fangs burst forth, lengthening with almost painful speed rather than their usual, slow descent, aching to be buried in her creamy neck.

  Warin groaned and clutched her closer. Yes, just a taste…

  He nibbled at her throat, savoring the salty taste of her skin and the sensation of her pulse against his lips, but when his fangs scraped against her neck, preparing to puncture her skin, a sudden, loud thwack followed by a mild stinging in his cheek made him pause, bewildered.

  It took him two full seconds to realize that the girl had slapped him.

  “Don’t you dare! Demon!” Her voice was filled with more than just fear now. She was angry, he realized when he pulled his head back to look at her. Her face was blotchy and her eyes darkened with fury.

  Without releasing his hold on her squirming form, he touched his cheek where her hand had connected with his face. Her puny, human strength had not been enough for the mild pain to linger, but the sheer audacity of the assault stunned him.

  She had struck him. A human had struck him.

  Anger swept over him, replacing the bewilderment. No one raised their hand to him and lived—not even this disconcerting little female.

  When he growled deeply, displaying his fangs fully as the animal part of him took over, the fury in her gaze died, replaced by pure terror. In her eyes he saw his own reflection, saw the monster within him burst forth to claim her life as it had thousands before her.

  Only this time, rather than the usual euphoria, its demand for blood brought him only pain.

  Chapter 2

  Warin

  “Why are you sitting here, sulking like a petulant child?”

  His brother’s lighthearted tone didn’t make Warin look up from the green sea below the cliff he was perched on, dangling his feet over the abyss. The salty wind felt good against his face and masked the smell of burned wood and stale blood from the village behind him. He was in no mood to deal with a playful Aleric.

  “Aw, didn’t you find a playmate?” The tall, auburn-haired warrior flopped down easily by his side, ignoring Warin’s warning growl. “I keep telling you, just eat the men and bed the women—keep it simple. As much as you enjoy your sick little games, a nice fuck is just as satisfying and quite a bit easier to come by.”

  Instead of the swift punishment he usually dealt out when his younger brother overstepped, Warin just pressed his lips tightly together and stared at the frothy emerald waves underneath them. A heavy press of something he hadn’t felt in centuries was lodged inside his chest. Despair. Thick, gray, mind-numbing despair.

  Aleric seemed to finally catch on to the absence of Warin’s usual temper. Warin could sense the long-limbed man turn fully toward him, a worried noise making its way up his throat.

  “Brother? What’s wrong?”

  There was no one other than Aleric—the only being still walking this Earth who truly knew him—who he would ever have allowed to see this moment of weakness.

  “I’m a monster.” His voice was as dull as the weight in his chest when he turned to look at the only true companion he had ever had.

  Aleric blinked, surprise warring with the worried frown on his angular face. “Come again?”

  “I’m a monster,” he repeated, his voice flat and lifeless even to his own ears. “I am Death. Destruction.”

  At other times, his light-hearted brother might have made a quip, but the expression on Warin’s face seemed to startle him enough to alter his usual tactics for dealing wi
th his elder’s often volatile moods. “You are a vampire, Warin,” he said calmly. “Haven’t you told me all these years that we live to please the beast within? You were the one who taught me to take pride in what I am. Now, tell me what has brought this foul mood upon you, my blood?”

  Aleric wrapped his strong arm around Warin’s shoulders, easing just a sliver of the heavy burden behind his ribs. Few of their kind were lucky enough to have such a bond with their Sire’s other offspring—but then again, few had the dark history he shared with Aleric.

  “There was a girl,” he said softly, letting the wind carry his words away from his blood-smeared lips.

  Aleric perked up, and Warin could see his nostrils twitch, undoubtedly searching for hints of sexual congress. His brother had a weakness for human females and the delights they offered. “Yeah?”

  “She made me feel…” He grasped for the right words to describe exactly what Thea had made him feel and failed. “Wrong,” he finally settled on, scrunching up his nose at the inadequacy of the term. “So… wrong.”

  “Wrong how? Was she pretty?”

  Though Warin could see Aleric was doing his best to understand what he was talking about, he was not at all grasping the troubling unease the human girl had stirred deep in his very core. He snorted at the unimportant notion of her looks. “I care not about prettiness.”

  Aleric heaved a sigh next to him. “And that, my friend, is why you’re sitting on a cliff, brooding, instead of delighting in what the village has to offer. Do we need to go south again? You seemed to enjoy feasting on Romans.”