Desiring the Darkness
the cloak of Darkness surrounding Jacobís Cove, Dante Vega must work
together with his friends to protect the humans from the blood
thirsty vampires wanting to take over the human race. When a half
naked young woman races into his arms, begging him to protect her,
he is compelled to do so, despite the fact that she is a vampire.
Before all hell broke loose and the sun vanished, Gypsy Dawn was an
ordinary woman carrying on with her ordinary life. Until sheís
turned into a vampire. With no family and no where to go, she clings
to Dante. Aside from his dark mysterious good looks, she finds
herself inexplicably drawn to him. And
when his life is threatened, she discovers just how protective of
him she is.
Trying to bring back the sun isnít easy,
especially when Chaos, the one creature responsible, has gone into
hiding. And when Dante finds out his long lost brother is working
with the man responsible, he tries desperately to convince him to
switch sides. But his attention is drawn to more important things
when one friend is killed and another is taken hostage.
Dante be able to save him before itís too late?
"Remind me again
why I have to be the bait?"
Dante heard Jonah's voice in his ear as he hid behind
the dumpster. Lowering his voice, he replied, "Because I
was bait last time."
"Right. You'll tell Ariel I love her if I don't make
"You'll be just fine, Jonah. I've got you covered and
Basil is lurking about, ready to jump in and snatch the
bastards. Just stay calm."
"Yeah, easy for you to say. Oh shit! Bloodsucker, eight
Dante swiveled in his spot behind the garbage bin,
looking in the direction Jonah instructed. He saw the
chubby guy heading Jonah's way and prepared himself for
the attack. The vampire's ugly yellow eyes caught sight
of Jonah and Dante could imagine what was going through
Not this time.
"I"m ready." Pulling the tranquilizer gun from his belt,
Dante aimed it at the vampire and waited. Because Jonah
had the microphone pinned beneath his jacket, Dante
could hear everything, including the vampire's comments.
"Well, looky here. What have we got? Oh, and I smell
lots of fear. Gonna be a nice snack for me."
"You don't want to drink me. I'm anemic. I won't satisfy
you much," Jonah added with a great deal of quiver in
"Oh, I'm betting you'll be just what I need."
He heard the growl, heard Jonah scream, and took his
shot. The dart hit the vamp right in his backside and as
Dante stood up, he saw the vamp pull back in shock. He
didn't waste any time and took another shot. This time
he hit the vampire in the arm. The vamp looked up,
searching for where the shot had come from as Dante
raced towards him.
"Took your time. He was about to bite me." Jonah took a
couple steps away from the vamp.
"I had to make sure I got a good shot." The vampire
hissed as he approached, then his knees gave out and he
went down. "Damn, I was hoping to knock him around a bit
"You'll get your chance later."
"Jesus Christ, Basil! I hate when you do that." His
heart pounding, Dante aimed a steely glare at Basil. The
guy loved to make an entrance, but did he have to appear
out of nowhere without warning and scare the living shit
out of him?
"Good shot," Basil stated as he lowered down to the
vampires body. "But next time, aim higher. If you can
get the neck or near the heart, he'll go down with one
"Yeah, thanks for the advice." He'd only known Basil a
few short days and was still on the fence about him. The
guy was the last of the true vampires and had several
advantages over the rest of the vamps. For one, he could
materialize at the blink of an eye and transport himself
anywhere. Two, he could transform into any creature and
blend in everywhere. And anyone that didn't know him
personally would think he was your typical average human
being. Until he bore his fangs and his icy blue eyes
began to glow. Only the truest vampires had the icy blue
eyes, all the others were yellow.
A sign of their impurity.
'He one of Chaos' men?" Dante asked, looking down at the
"Won't know until he wakes up and talks. Let's call it a
night for now and get some rest." Basil hoisted the vamp
over his shoulder. "You can ride with me, Jonah, and
make sure this guy doesn't wake up before we get to the
"Gee, thanks, boss."
"You can follow us in your car, Dante."
While the sun was nonexistent they had all agreed to
stay at Basil's castle. It was a smart idea, keeping
them all under one roof, but Dante was feeling the
crunch of hanging around the same people day and night.
He needed a bit of a break now and then, and though
Basil's place was huge, he still managed to run into
someone often enough. He was used to living on his own,
having no one around but himself.
He missed his privacy.
But he climbed into his car, ready to follow them
anyway. Glancing in his rear view mirror, he watched
them pull away and saw what looked like a woman, running
towards him. He turned around to get a better look, then
hustled out of the car. It had been a woman running
towards him, clad in only a bra and panties.
And two burly men were right behind her.
"You've got to help me. Please, help me," she screamed
as she ran.
Running towards her he pulled out his revolver. "Get
behind me," he ordered to her and took aim. It utterly
shocked him when the two men halted then spun around and
took off in the opposite direction. "Fuck!" He turned to
the woman who was shivering in the cold air. "Get in the
car and lock the doors. I'm going after them."
"No, no, please, don't leave me."
She grabbed hold of his arm and pressed her body so
tightly to his he could feel the curve of her breasts
through the thickness of the suede jacket he wore. "I
have to go after them."
"No, please, just let them go. I don't want to be
She clung to him even tighter.
What was he going to do, shake her off of him and drag
her to his car? Not likely. So the only chance he had
was to stick by her. "Okay. I won't go after them. You
can give a description of them to the cops--"
"NO! No police. Please, don't take me to the cops."
He didn't know what her deal was but she sure was
adamant about not involving the cops. And that worried
him some. "You have to tell them you were attacked."
"I don't want to follow up on this. Please, don't make
me. I don't trust the cops," she sighed, still clinging
He could feel her body tremble and he wasn't sure if it
was entirely from the chill in the air, or from fear.
"Okay, I won't take you to the cops. You're cold. Let me
give you my jacket." When she didn't release him, he
patted her arms. "I need you to let me go so I can take
off my jacket."
"Oh, okay." She released him and wrapped her arms around
He striped from his jacket then held it out to her.
"Here, put this on before you catch a cold."
She took the jacket and hurriedly slipped into it.
"No problem. So why don't you tell me where you live and
I'll give you a ride home."
"I don't have a home.' Dante's brow lifted and she
continued. "I was evicted a few days ago."
He heard glass breaking in the distance and assumed
someone was breaking into yet another building. "This
isn't the safest place to be right now. Why don't I take
you to my place and we can figure out what we're going
to do next."
He held his hand out to his car then walked with her to
it, holding the passenger side door for her. After she'd
settled in, he hurried to his side and climbed behind
the wheel. He got them rolling and was damn glad they
were only three blocks from his office/apartment.
"My name is Dante, Dante Vega."