J R Ward: Lover Awakened
LOVER AWAKENED
By
JR Ward
Dedicated to: You.
There will never be another like you.
For me... you are the one.
Yeah, I don\'t have enough words for this...
Acknowledgments
With immense gratitude to the readers of the Black Dagger Brotherhood and a shout-out to the Cellies.
Thank you so very much:
Karen Solem, Kara Cesare, Claire Zion,
Kara Welsh, Rose Hilliard.
Thank you to the best dental teams in the world:
Robert N. Mann, D.M.D., and Ann Blair
Scott A. Norton, D.M.D., M.S.D., and Kelly Eichler and their incomparable staffs.
As always with thanks to my Executive Committee:
Sue Grafton, Dr. Jessica Andersen, Betsey Vaughan.
With love to my family.
Glossary of Terms and Proper Nouns
ahvenge (v.) Act of mortal retribution, carried out typically by a male loved one.
Black Dagger Brotherhood (pr. n.) Highly trained vampire warriors who protect their species against the
Lessening Society. As a result of selective breeding within the race, Brothers possess immense physical and
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mental strength as well as rapid healing capabilities. They are not siblings (for the most part), and are inducted
into the Brotherhood upon nomination by the Brothers. Aggressive, self-reliant, and secretive by nature, they
exist apart from civilians, having little contact with members of the other classes except when they need to
feed. They are the subjects of legend and the objects of reverence within the vampire world. They may be
killed only by the most serious of wounds (e.g., a gunshot or stab to the heart, etc.).
blood slave (n.) Male or female vampire who has been subjugated to serve the blood needs of another. The
practice of keeping blood slaves has largely been discontinued, though it has not been outlawed.
the Chosen (n.) Female vampires who have been bred to serve the Scribe Virgin. They are considered
members of the aristocracy, though they are spiritually rather than temporally focused. They have little or no
interaction with males, but can be mated to Brothers at the Scribe Virgin\'s direction to propagate their class.
They have the ability to prognosticate. In the past, they were used to meet the blood needs of unmated
members of the Brotherhood, but that practice has been abandoned by the Brothers.
cohntehst (n.) Conflict between two males competing for the right to be a female\'s mate.
doggen (n.) Member of the servant class within the vampire world. Doggen have old, conservative traditions
about service to their superiors, following a formal code of dress and behavior. They are able to go out during
the day, but they age relatively quickly. Life expectancy is approximately five hundred years.
the Fade (pr. n.) Nontemporal realm where the dead reunite with their loved ones and pass eternity.
First Family (pr. n.) The king and queen of the vampires, and any children they may have.
ghardian (n.) Custodian of an individual. There are varying degrees of ghardians, with the most powerful
being that of a sehcluded female.
glymera (n.) The social core of the aristocracy, roughly equivalent to Regency England\'s ton.
hellren (n.) Male vampire who has been mated to a female. Males may take more than one female as mate.
leelan (adj.) A term of endearment loosely translated as \"dearest one.\"
Lessening Society (pr. n.) Order of slayers convened by the Omega for the purpose of eradicating the vampire
species.
lesser (n.) De-souled human who targets vampires for extermination as a member of the Lessening Society.
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Lessen must be stabbed through the chest in order to be killed; otherwise they are ageless. They do not eat or
drink and are impotent. Over time, their hair, skin, and irises lose pigmentation until they are blond, blushless,
and pale-eyed. They smell like baby powder. Inducted into the society by the Omega, they retain a ceramic jar
thereafter into which their heart was placed after it was removed.
mahmen (n.) Mother. Used both as an identifier and a term of affection.
nalla (adj.) A term of endearment meaning \"beloved.\"
needing period (n.) Female vampire\'s time of fertility, generally lasting for two days and accompanied by
intense sexual cravings. Occurs approximately five years after a female\'s transition and then once a decade
thereafter. All males respond to some degree if they are around a female in her need. It can be a dangerous
time, with conflicts and fights breaking out between competing males, particularly if the female is not mated.
the Omega (pr. n.) Malevolent, mystical figure who has targeted the vampires for extinction out of resentment
directed toward the Scribe Virgin. Exists in a nontemporal realm and has extensive powers, though not the
power of creation.
princeps (n.) Highest level of the vampire aristocracy, second only to members of the First Family or the
Scribe Virgin\'s Chosen. Must be born to the title; it may not be conferred.
pyrocant (n.) Refers to a critical weakness in an individual. The weakness can be internal, such as an
addiction, or external, such as a lover.
rythe (n.) Ritual manner of assuaging honor granted by one who has offended another. If accepted, the
offended chooses a weapon and strikes the offender, who presents him- or herself without defenses.
the Scribe Virgin (pr. n.) Mystical force who is counselor to the king as well as the keeper of vampire archives
and the dispenser of privileges. Exists in a nontemporal realm and has extensive powers. Capable of a single
act of creation, which she expended to bring the vampires into existence.
sehclusion (n.) Status conferred by the king upon a female of the aristocracy as a result of a petition by the
female\'s family. Places the female under the sole direction of her ghardian, typically the eldest male in her
household. Her ghardian then has the legal right to determine all aspects of her life, restricting at will any and
all interactions she has with the world.
shellan (n.) Female vampire who has been mated to a male. Females generally do not take more than one mate
due to the highly territorial nature of bonded males.
symphath (n.) Species within the vampire race characterized by the ability and desire to manipulate emotions
in others (for the purposes of an energy exchange), among other traits. Historically, they have been
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discriminated against and during certain eras hunted by vampires. They are near to extinction.
tahlly (adj.) A term of endearment loosely translated as \"darling.\"
the Tomb (pr. n.) Sacred vault of the Black Dagger Brotherhood. Used as a ceremonial site as well as a storage
facility for the jars of lessers. Ceremonies performed there include inductions, funerals, and disciplinary
actions against Brothers, No one may enter except for members of the Brotherhood, the Scribe Virgin, or
candidates for induction.
transition (n.) Critical moment in a vampire\'s life when he or she transforms into an adult. Thereafter, they
must drink the blood of the opposite sex to survive and are unable to withstand sunlight. Occurs generally in
the mid-twenties. Some vampires do not survive their transitions, males in particular.
Prior to their transitions, vampires are physically weak, sexually unaware and unresponsive, and unable to
dematerialize.
vampire (n.) Member of a species separate from that of Homo sapiens. Vampires must drink the blood of the
opposite sex to survive. Human blood will keep them alive, though the strength does not last long. Following
their transitions, which occur in their mid-twenties, they are unable to go out into sunlight and must feed from
the vein regularly. Vampires cannot \"convert\" humans through a bite or transfer of blood, though they are in
rare cases able to breed with the other species. Vampires can dematerialize at will, though they must be able to
calm themselves and concentrate to do so and may not carry anything heavy with them. They are able to strip
the memories of humans, provided such memories are short-term. Some vampires are able to read minds. Life
expectancy is upward of a thousand years, or in some cases even longer.
wahlker (n.) An individual who has died and returned to the living from the Fade. They are accorded great
respect and are revered for their travails.
whard (n.) Equivalent of a godfather or godmother to an individual.
Chapter One
\"Goddamn it, Zsadist! Don\'t jump-\"
Phury\'s voice barely carried over the sound of the car crash in front of them. And didn\'t stop his twin from
leaping free of the Escalade while the thing was going fifty miles an hour.
\"V, he\'s out! One-eighty us!\"
Phury\'s shoulder slammed against the window as Vishous sent the SUV into a controlled skid. The headlights
swung around and caught Z rolling on the snow-covered asphalt in a ball. Split second later he sprang to his
feet and hauled ass, gunning for the steaming, crumpled sedan that now had a pine tree for a hood ornament.
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Phury kept an eye on his twin and went for his seat belt. The lessers they\'d chased out to Caldwell\'s rural
edges might have just had their ride screwed by the laws of physics, but that didn\'t mean they were out of
commission. Those undead bastards were durable.
As the Escalade heaved to a stop, Phury popped his door while going for his Beretta. No telling how many
lessers were in the car or what kind of munitions they had. The vampire race\'s enemies traveled in packs and
were always armed-Holy hell! Three of the pale-haired slayers got out, and only the driver looked wobbly.
The goat-fuck odds didn\'t slow Z down. Suicidal maniac that he was, he headed right for the undead triangle
with nothing but a black dagger in his hand.
Phury tore across the road, hearing Vishous pound it out behind him. Except they weren\'t needed.
As silent flurries swirled in the air, and the sweet smell of pine mingled with leaking gas from the busted car,
Z took down all three lessers with just the knife. He sliced the tendons behind their knees so they couldn\'t run,
broke their arms so they couldn\'t fight back, and dragged them across the ground until they were lined up like
gruesome dolls.
Took four and a half minutes tops, including stripping them of their IDs. Then Zsadist paused to catch his
breath. As he looked down at the oil spill of black blood smudged across the white snow, steam rose from his
shoulders, a curiously gentle mist teased by the cold wind.
Phury holstered the Beretta on his hip and felt nauseous, like he\'d hammered a six-pack of bacon grease.
Rubbing his sternum, he looked left, then right Route 22 was dead quiet this time of night and this far outside
of Caldwell proper. Human witnesses were unlikely. Deer didn\'t count.
He knew what was coming next. Knew better than to try to stop it.
Zsadist knelt down over one of the lessers, his scarred face distorted with hatred, his ruined upper lip curled
back, his fangs long as a tiger\'s. With his skull-trimmed hair and the hollows under his cheekbones, he looked
like the Grim Reaper; and like death, he was comfortable working in the cold. Wearing only a black turtleneck
and loose black pants, he was more armed than dressed: The Black Dagger Brotherhood\'s signature blade
holster crisscrossed over his chest, and two more knives were strapped on his thighs. He also sported a gun
belt with two SIG Sauers.
Not that he ever used the nine-millimeters, though. He liked to get personal when he killed. Actually, it was
the only time he ever got close to anyone.
Z grabbed the lesser by the lapels of its leather jacket and jerked the slayer\'s torso off the ground, getting
mouth-to-mouth tight.
\"Where is the female?\" When there was no answer other than an evil laugh, Z coldcocked the slayer. The
crack echoed through the trees, a stark sound like a branch snapping in half. \"Where is the female?\"
The slayer\'s mocking grin jacked Z\'s rage so high he became his own arctic circle. The air around his body
grew magnetically charged and colder than the night. Snowflakes no longer fell anywhere near him, as if they
disintegrated in the force of his anger.
Phury heard a soft rasp and glanced over his shoulder. Vishous was lighting up a hand-rolled, the tattoos
around his left temple and the goatee around his mouth getting highlighted in the orange glow.
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At the sound of another fist pop, V took a deep drag and shifted his diamond eyes over. \"You okay there,
Phury?\"
No, he wasn\'t. Z\'s savage nature had always been the stuff of a morality tale, but lately he\'d become so
violent he was hard to watch in action. The bottomless, soulless pit of him had been on a rampage ever since
Bella had been abducted by the lessers.
And still they hadn\'t found her. The Brothers had no leads, no info, no nothing. Even with Z\'s hard-core
questioning.
Phury was a mess about the abduction. He hadn\'t known Bella for long, but she\'d been so lovely, a female of
worth from the highest level of aristocracy within the race. Though to him she\'d been more than her lineage.
So much more. She\'d reached beyond his vow of celibacy to the male beneath the discipline, stirring up
something deep. He was as desperate as Zsadist to find her, but after six weeks, he\'d lost faith that she\'d
survived. The lessers were torturing vampires for information on the Brotherhood, and like all civilians, she\'d
known little about the Brothers. Surely she would have been killed by now.
His only hope was that she hadn\'t endured days and days of hell before she went unto the Fade.
\"What did you do with the female?\" Zsadist growled to the next slayer. When all that came back at him was
a \"Fuck you,\" Z pulled a Tyson and bit the bastard.
Why Zsadist cared about a missing civilian female, no one in the Brotherhood could understand. He was
known for his misogyny... hell, he was feared for it. Why Bella mattered to him was anyone\'s guess. Then
again, no one, not even Phury, as his twin, could predict the male\'s reactions.
While echoes of Z\'s brutal work cut through the isolation of the forest, Phury felt himself cracking under the
interrogation even as the lessers stayed strong and gave up no information.
\"I don\'t know how much more of this I can take,\" he said under his breath.
Zsadist was the only thing he had in his life other than the Brotherhood\'s mission to protect the race against
the lessers. Every day Phury slept alone, if he slept at all. Food gave him little pleasure. Females were out
because of his celibacy. And every second he was worried about what Zsadist would pull next and who would
get hurt in the process. He felt like he was dying from a thousand cuts, slowly bleeding out. A target by proxy
for all his twin\'s murderous intent.
V reached out with a gloved hand and clasped Phury\'s throat. \"Look at me, my man.\"
Phury glanced over and cringed. The brother\'s left eye, the one with the tattoos around it, dilated until there
was nothing but a black void.
\"Vishous, no... I don\'t...\" Shit. He didn\'t need to hear about the future right now. Didn\'t know how he
would handle the fact that things were only going to get worse.
\"The snow falls slowly tonight,\" V said, rubbing his thumb back and forth over a thick jugular vein.
Phury blinked as an odd calm came over him, his heart slowing to the rhythm of his brother\'s thumb.
\"What?\"
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\"The snow... it falls so slowly.\"
\"Yes... yes, it does.\"
\"And we\'ve had a lot of snow this year, haven\'t we?\"
\"Uh... yes.\"
\"Yeah... lot of snow, and there\'s going to be more. Tonight. Tomorrow. Next month. Next year. The stuff
comes when it comes and falls where it will.\"
\"That\'s right,\" Phury said softly. \"There\'s no stopping it.\"
\"Not unless you\'re the ground.\" The thumb stopped. \"My brother, you don\'t look like the earth to me.
You\'re not stopping him. Ever.\"
A series of pops and flashes broke out as Z stabbed the lessen in the chest and the bodies disintegrated. Then
there was only the hiss from the shattered car\'s radiator and the heavy pump of Z\'s breathing.
Like a wraith he rose from the blackened ground, the blood of lessers streaking his face and his forearms. His
aura was a shimmering haze of violence that warped the scenery behind him, the forest beyond him wavy and
indistinct where it bracketed his body.
\"I\'m going downtown,\" he said, wiping his blade on his thigh, \"to look for more.\"
Right before Mr. O went back out hunting for vampires, he released the clip from his nine-millimeter Smith &
Wesson and eyed the inside of the barrel. The gun was overdue for a cleaning, and so was his Glock. He had
other shit he wanted to do, but only an idiot let his heat degrade. Hell, lessers had to be on top of their
weapons. The Black Dagger Brotherhood was not the kind of target you wanted to get sloppy with.
He walked across the persuasion center, making a little detour around the autopsy table they used for their
work. The one-room layout had no insulation and a dirt floor, but because there were no windows, the wind
was mostly kept out. There was a cot that he slept on. A shower. No toilet or kitchen because lessers didn\'t
eat. Place still smelled of fresh boards, because they\'d built it only a month and a half ago. Also smelled of the
kerosene heater they used to warm it up.
The only finished fixture was the shelving that ran from dirt to rafters down one whole forty-foot-long wall.
Their tools were laid out, nice and neat, on the various levels: knives, vises, pliers, hammers, Sawzalls. If
something could rip a scream out of a throat, they had it.
But the place wasn\'t just for torture; it was also used for storage. Keeping vampires over time was a
challenge, because they could poof! on you if they were able to calm themselves and concentrate. Steel
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