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Infected: Jason’s Tale

 

To humans, the supernatural world doesn’t exist. There are things that go bump in the night and it is Jason McGruder job to find them. But when a deadly virus that was previously released happens again, Jason faces his biggest challenge yet and it may prove to be fatal.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Prologue:

Prologue:

In the year 2016, humans began to notice our kinds. They began to figure out that werewolves and vampires and demons walked among them. The unexplained murders pointed to a supernatural force. A force so powerful, they wanted to kill us all.

Then in the year 2020, they knew for sure that we existed. They knew they were not alone. There were mixed feelings as far as what to do with us, non humans. They wanted to kill us, yet at the same time, they wanted us kept alive to help in their wars. An army of vampires and werewolves doesn't need thousands like a human army, but no human army could stand against us. So boundaries were put in place to protect the uninhibited.

Biting a human without consent was a felony and punishable by prison time or even death. The human race began to make exceptions and special treatments for us. Silver was ineffective against a werewolf, and years of evolution made vampires immune to garlic, stakes, and sunlight.

There are still those that kill, and as a part of the FBI, my job is once again to find those and bring them in for justice. I had died many years ago to save humanity from itself. Now, I was needed again.

 

chapter one: Just a Regular Day on the Job

 

The alarm buzzed to wake my werewolf partner up. I had been standing by a window all night. Being a vampire hybrid, I never had to sleep, eat or shower. I didn't sweat, and I never ate human food. As the alarm buzzed loudly, my internal clock told me it was somewhere around six in the morning.

There was a loud thump from the room as Adrian Browne slapped the alarm clock grumpily. I stood in the door way quietly watching him. He jumped, startled, as he seen me.

"Do you know anything about privacy, Jason James McGruder ?" He asked meanly as he wiped his eyes and threw the blankets off of him.

"First names only, remember?" I said.

He snorted at me. "When has that ever stopped you?"

I pretended to think about it. "Never. Get up and have some coffee. The office calls."

"Yeah, yeah," he mumbled, waving me off.

"Who's a mouthy fucker?" I asked with a small laugh.

"Imma show you mouthy if you don't leave me alone," he challenged.

I rolled my eyes and walked away. Adrian had lost his pack when the infection had killed fifty percent of all life on earth back in 1910. Since, the earth has repopulated with humans and supernatural. Adrian has been moody and dangerously depressed since his pack was obliterated. I knew all too well how he felt. I had watched my Alpha and pack die one by one as well, and I knew the pain. Even now, almost one hundred and ten years later, I still felt the pain as if it had happened just yesterday.

Adrian stumbled sleepily into the kitchen, made a pot of coffee, finished fixing his tie and then slumped into a chair at the table. The apartment was a two bedroom in the rich neighborhood of north Atlanta, Georgia. The second room was mine but, as I've said, I never sleep so its been converted into a storage room. We worked at the same office, and had both decided to be roommates and nothing more. I considered him my younger brother as we both lost our family's.

As I was thinking about this, my cell phone rang. "Jason here," I answered.

"Its Detective Morrison here. We have a homicide and I'd like both of you to report to the office as soon as possible."

I hung up and told Adrian the good news. He groaned and mumbled a reply I wasn't going to repeat. Then he grabbed a mug of coffee, brushed his short brown hair and we headed to my truck, a huge Ford, parked along the side of the street. It had lasted for awhile but it was about time to get a new one.

******

When we got to the office, a huge seven story glass and titanium steel building in the middle of a block, the bustle outside made it seem extremely silent on the inside. Protesters had set up shop in front of our building with signs that said, "Death to all vampires" and "Free Carlos Santerio" whom was a convicted serial murderer. He had killed seventy humans and werewolves in a three month killing spree. All the evidence pointed to him but people always believe that he was innocent.

I ignored the hisses and snarls as I walked in. The receptionist, a young vampire bitten in her mid twenties by choice, handed me my mail and a few notes from people that had called on previous cases. I thanked her and headed to the elevator, Adrian shuffling behind me slowly. Werewolves were normally fast creatures but hated being woke up early. He sipped his mug and tried not to fall asleep.

The fifth floor where we worked was dedicated to finding human and non human killers, psychopaths, and demon killers. Our team was one of the most elite and ruthless at our job, and we always found the killer.

"...Evidence," our boss, Sterling Morrison, was saying to a human client when we walked in. "I'm afraid I can't tell you any more then that. Excuse me."

"Morning," I told him as

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Verlag: BookRix GmbH & Co. KG

Tag der Veröffentlichung: 12.03.2014
ISBN: 978-3-7309-9130-5

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I would like to dedicate this to my wonderful husband whom spent many nights comforting me when my ideas didn't work out. He also kept them going by feeding my idea fire with his. and so a Thank you to him. I would also like to dedicate it to my mother and father for years of patience and telling me i could reach my goal. And to my mother, thank you to all the proof reads even though you don't like this category.