Daughter of Darkness - Hardcover

Spruill, Steven

 
9780385484329: Daughter of Darkness
Hardcover
ISBN 10: 0385484321 ISBN 13: 9780385484329
Verlag: Doubleday, 1997

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Dr. Jenn Hrluska, vampire, tries to live a normal life, surviving by harmlessly transfusing blood from sleeping victims, until her father escapes from a sealed tomb and begins to insinuate himself into Jenn's world.

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uska is young, beautiful, and everyone's choice for best intern at Washington, D.C.'s Adams Memorial hospital. When she finds the freshly killed body of a stranger on her doorstep, her initial shock turns to an irresistible thirst for the blood surrounding the body, for Jenn is a hemophage: her life depends on feeding on the blood of "normals." Until now, Jenn has survived by transfusing blood from sleeping victims, harmlessly. With bone-chilling certainty, she recognizes that this body has been left as an invitation to reclaim her destiny of taking blood by deadly force. And only one person would have left the body for her--her father, Zane.<br><br>Jenn's grandfather, Merrick, sealed Zane in a tomb ten years ago to end his murderous rampages. Since then, Jenn has pursued her life, ignoring her true nature. But now Zane has escaped and begun to insinuate himself into Jenn's world. Beginning with cruel pranks t

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Racing up the stairwell to the seventh floor, Merrick ignored the burn in his legs.  When he was almost to Jenn's door, it opened and he saw first her, then the body, the torn throat.  He flung an arm up to cover his eyes, but too late, as the hunger raged to life in him.  The slick of blood seized him with a gravity so fierce he could not back away.  So fresh, still shiny, that wonderful smell!  He stared at it, horrified, and yet drawn, fighting the urge to fall to his knees and lap the blood from the floor.  Here was his nightmare, the thing he'd feared most for Jenn, and--even now--he, too, could not escape the pull of blood.

Hurrying to him, Jenn drew him into a hug.  "Merrick, thank God you're here."

"Oh, Jenn, no."

She stepped back, as if slapped.  "It wasn't me.  I  didn't do that."

He saw in her face she was telling the truth.  Relief swept him.  "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."  He held out his hands to her.  She took them and said it was all right, but her stiffness told him she was still indignant.  He understood: ever since the change she had fought this thing, had never lost; he'd just insulted her pride.

But pride was a danger to them.  It made the wall they had built against their own bloodthirsty natures seem thicker than it was.

"Merrick, I'm scared."  Jenn glanced fearfully at the body, then away.  "I can't make any sense out of this."

I'm scared too, Merrick thought.  He could feel it, now--a new fear, tying an icy knot in his throat.  This was too much like what had happened ten years ago, the bloody corpse Zane had flung like a gauntlet at his feet.  Zane was dead, it was inconceivable he could be alive, and yet, someone had done this.

Someone who thinks like my son.

The coldness in Merrick's throat spread down into his chest, a suffocating feeling of dread.  He fought it off.  He must be calm now, and rational.  There had to be some other explanation and he must find it.

He drew Jenn with him deeper into the apartment, as far from the corpse as they could get.  Keeping his back to the dead woman, he made sure he blocked Jenn's view.  "Tell me everything you know," he said.

"I worked a triple shift.  I was gone for twenty-four hours.  When I got home, she was there."

"The door?"

"Locked, just as I'd left it."

"Know her?"

"Never seen her before.  And there's no purse, no ID on her.  I have absolutely no idea who she could be."

"You searched the apartment?"

"Of course.  No one is here.  As far as I can tell, nothing was touched."

"Leave any windows open?"

"No, and none were."

"How long since you found her?"

"About an hour."

Merrick's fear eased a little.  "At least it's not a setup.  Whoever did this wouldn't give you that much time before he rang the police down on you."

"What are we going to do?"

"I have to look at her again now, and I want you to help me, do you understand?"

Jenn frowned.  "You're afraid you might drink?"

"The blood is still quite fresh.  Surely you want it too."

She flushed.  "I didn't take any.  I...I did think of it, though.  I mean, she was dead when I found her.  For a minute, all I could think was that her blood had already drained out, that it was no use to her anymore, and what difference would it make?  But then I realized it might compromise me, weaken me."

Might?  She was scaring him again.  She should not have let herself even think about it.  "I'm glad you didn't take any," he said.

The green eyes, so like her father's, warmed in a way Zane's could not have. "You won't drink either," she said confidently.

"All the same, I want you to be ready to pull me off."

"What if you're too strong?"

"I'm not.  Not anymore."

Returning to the corpse, he crouched, conscious of Jenn's hand on his shoulder. The desire to lunge at the torn throat swept through him, far stronger than he'd have expected.

He studied her, lying there, arms to the sides, palms up, feet together. Bodies did not fall that way.  Hers had not been carelessly dropped.  The palms-up hands seemed to be saying, I surrender.  Come to me.  Nothing sexual in it--he'd seen the leavings of necrophiles, the nakedness, the ghastly poses, too many times to be mistaken.  This woman was fully dressed, the hem of her skirt chastely at the knee.

No, the invitation here was to come and drink.

Steeling himself, Merrick studied the ravaged throat.  No knife had done this. The throat had been stripped down by human teeth--in a frenzy, perhaps, but one guided by instinctive knowledge of how best to drain not just the carotids and jugulars, but the rich network of capillaries that serviced the trachea and esophagus.  Merrick's heart sank.

Zane? he wondered again.  No, it just couldn't be.

But still, one of us.

He stood and stumbled backward a step, feeling Jenn's hands steady him, turning toward her as he found his footing.  He was sweating--welcome enough as another sign the injections were working, but now it unnerved him, driving home his deterioration.  I'm too far gone for this, he thought.

So you'll just have to roll back the clock for the next few hours.

"Do you think it was a hemophage?" she asked.

"Has to be."

"Then we can't call the police."

Merrick was surprised to find himself weighing it.  Ten years ago, he would have agreed.  He knew the police.  They would tell themselves this woman had been killed by a psycho, a vicious maniac who thought he was a vampire.  But some would wonder if there wasn't something more--especially those who had been around ten years ago when Zane had left the body so much like this one at the National Cathedral.  Then, the medical examiner had found a few drops of Zane's blood, and it had been a very near thing.  The murders had never been solved; interest had died away, but he knew the matter was filed, not forgotten.  If the police see this woman, Merrick thought, they'll blow the dust off those old files and pick up the trails I worked so hard to bury.  This time they might make it all the way.

But would that be so bad?

"Merrick?  Don't tell me you're actually considering it."

The alarm in Jenn's voice caught him.  Even if his own survival instinct was fading, along with so much else, hers was not.

"Of all of us," he said, "you are the only one with clean hands, the only one who does not deserve to die."

"You don't know that." She stared at him.  "Maybe there are others of us who don't kill.  And if we're discovered, think how many normals would die.  They'd panic.  Even after they learned how to detect us, for every phage they managed to bury, thousands of them would die--far more...

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Verlag
Doubleday
Erscheinungsdatum
1997
Sprache
Englisch
ISBN 10 
0385484321
ISBN 13 
9780385484329
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Auflage
1
Anzahl der Seiten
307
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