{"id":412,"date":"2010-05-25T02:56:58","date_gmt":"2010-05-25T02:56:58","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.shilohwalker.com\/website\/?page_id=412"},"modified":"2016-10-17T07:45:46","modified_gmt":"2016-10-17T11:45:46","slug":"belonging","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.shilohwalker.com\/website\/bookshelf\/belonging\/","title":{"rendered":"Belonging"},"content":{"rendered":"
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\"Belonging<\/a><\/p>\n

A Hunters<\/a> World Novella<\/p>\n

Being a vampire can suck.<\/b> Corinne Lewis will be the first to testify to that. She went through the \u201cchange\u201d but it certainly didn\u2019t change her all that much.<\/p>\n

Still shy, quiet and a wallflower, she doesn\u2019t fit in with the rest of the vampires or other paranormal creatures at Excelsior, the school that trains the elite Hunters. She lives there now, working for the people who took her in after the vampire attack that changed her and left her too afraid to cope with undead life\u2014and everything else.<\/p>\n

Of course\u2026there are some changes, and they are awkward. She was never really liked sex, always thought she might be frigid, but now she needs it. A lot. One night, unable to go to the men at Excelsior, she goes in search of a one-night stand and finds herself facing a blast from the past.<\/p>\n

But once he discovers who she is, can he forgive her?<\/b><\/p>\n

And can she let him go?<\/p>\n

Excerpt<\/em><\/p>\n

Monsters\u2014damn it, Levi was so damn tired of the monsters that preyed on others. Snarling, he pulled back his fist and would have driven it over and over into the man\u2019s busted face if something hadn\u2019t caught his arm.<\/p>\n

The hand on his forearm was feminine, delicate. Very delicate, incongruous with the strength there. Struggling to jerk away, Levi snarled, \u201cGet the fuck off.\u201d<\/p>\n

A soft sigh. \u201cYou wanted to help me. You did it. You don\u2019t need to beat him to death.\u00a0 I think he got your message.\u201d<\/p>\n

He tugged again, but that hand holding him didn\u2019t budge. Hell, it might as well have been a chain of titanium restraining him, though he knew it was a trick of the mind. Brought on by grief. Liquor. Rage. Slowly, he looked down at the man but he couldn\u2019t even make out the face. With a snarl, he shoved to his feet and stumbled off.<\/p>\n

As he did, the man whimpered and scrambled off, crawling the first few feet before clambering upright and stumbling away. Fucking miracle the bastard can even move<\/em>, Levi thought distantly.<\/p>\n

Sucking a deep breath of almost frigid air, he glanced around, looking for the woman. Fuck, the other one\u2026where was the other guy? Had she been hurt?<\/p>\n

Squinting in the darkness, he forced words out through a raw throat. \u201cAre you okay?\u201d<\/p>\n

A long silence and then again, that soft sigh he\u2019d heard earlier. \u201cOkay enough, I guess.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDid they hurt you?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHurt me?\u201d She sounded confused. A pause. As though them hurting her hadn\u2019t occurred to her. \u201cNo, they didn\u2019t hurt me.\u201d<\/p>\n

Her voice was closer now, hough he hadn\u2019t heard her move. Hell, he could barely see her, a slim, slight shadow lost among darker shadows. He caught the impression of a pale face, hidden behind a dark fall of hair. Her voice changed, dropped to a low, hoarse rasp, as she said, \u201cYou\u2019re hurt, though.\u201d<\/p>\n

She touched him, her fingers quick and light, too cool as they glided across his wrist. \u201cI\u2019m fine,\u201d he said, glancing down at his hand. It hurt like a mother and would be worse once the adrenaline faded. But the physical pain was almost a sweet release. Especially since he\u2019d been able to vent some of the rage trapped inside him. He flexed his fingers and tried to assess the damage but it was too dark. Not even the thinnest slice of a street light penetrated this far into the alley and overhead, clouds obscured the moon.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat are you doing out here this late?\u201d he asked, getting more irritated by the second as pain and adrenaline chased the alcoholic haze from his mind. \u201cNot the safest part of town for a midnight stroll. At this hour, you\u2019re going to run into all sorts of freaks and sickos.\u201d<\/p>\n

He wasn\u2019t sure, but he thought she might have laughed. \u201cFreaks. Yeah, there are all sorts of freaks around, aren\u2019t there?\u201d<\/p>\n

She touched his wrist again and this time, she lifted his hand upward. He shifted, trying to get her a little more into the light so he could see her face, but she didn\u2019t budge. Keeping her head down, she studied his hand closely, too closely. \u201cIt\u2019s fine. Hell, not like you can see it that good in here anyway. Come on, let me\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

She dipped her head and pressed her lips to the back of his hand, carefully avoiding his torn, ragged knuckles. \u201cThank you.\u201d<\/p>\n

Her lips were soft, cold. Hunger punched into him, flaring to life from nowhere, emerging from the dark despair that had gripped him for the past three days. Hissing out a breath, he tugged on his wrist. She reluctantly let go and sighed, a shuddery, shaking sound. His voice gritty, Levi rasped, \u201cCome on. I dropped my phone by the sidewalk. Let me find it and we can call the police.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo!\u201d Her voice was sharp, nearly desperate.<\/p>\n

\u201cLady, you need to file a police report.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo. I can\u2019t call the police.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cLook, I know you\u2019re upset, but you need to\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo, I don\u2019t<\/em> need to. I\u2019m not hurt. There\u2019s no reason to file a report.\u201d<\/p>\n

She wouldn\u2019t do it. Arguing with her wasn\u2019t going to do anything but add to the headache that threatened to take the top of his head off. \u201cThen let me get you home,\u201d he said, sighing. He couldn\u2019t leave her here. If she wouldn\u2019t file a police report, he\u2019d at least make sure she got home safely. How, he wasn\u2019t sure\u2014he was too fucking drunk to drive and too fucking broke to call a cab.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo.\u201d She shook her head and backed away, keeping her face averted so that her hair hid it.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m not leaving you.\u201d Levi squinted his eyes, trying to get a better look at her. Her voice. There is something familiar about it<\/em>, he thought.<\/p>\n

She moaned, her body swaying.<\/p>\n

\u201cDamn it.\u201d He closed the distance between them and caught her arm in his hand as she faltered. Terror clutched his heart, made his voice harsher as he snarled, \u201cI thought you said they didn\u2019t hurt you.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThey didn\u2019t hurt me.\u201d<\/p>\n

And they hadn\u2019t, but Cori was still in pain. All but reeling with it. Half sick with it, and it was compounded by her stupidity. She\u2019d figured that she could find some guy in a bar who\u2019d be willing enough to give her what she needed without asking much of anything in return. She\u2019d stopped at the first one she\u2019d found in Richmond. But just before entering, a wave of self doubt had washed over and she\u2019d ducked into the alley to give herself a pep talk.<\/p>\n

The two men had seen her and, though she\u2019d heard them approaching, she hadn\u2019t worried overmuch. She was short, female, and looked like a stiff wind would blow her over but that vampire strength that usually failed to impress her would come in handy. When they\u2019d grabbed her, she\u2019d tried reason first.<\/p>\n

They\u2019d laughed and that was when Galahad, or whatever his name was, had come rushing up. She\u2019d been startled by his sudden appearance, but completely taken off guard by the way her body reacted.<\/p>\n

The way her body was still<\/em> reacting. She couldn\u2019t really even see him that clearly, though granted, she was trying very hard not to even look at him. Looking directly at him would make it worse, so she just didn\u2019t look. She\u2019d caught a glimpse of dark hair, the vague impression of his height, but nothing else. And still, she was hovering on the brink of orgasm, just from being close to the guy.<\/p>\n

Her nipples, hard, hot little points, stabbed into her bra, rubbing against the silk, the sweet abrasion almost painful. Her thighs shook under her and she had to lock her knees to keep from sagging against him. Worse, her gums throbbed in warming and as he moved closer, she could feel her fangs extending.<\/p>\n

The taste of blood was heavy in her mouth. Blood. She\u2019d bitten one of the men who had been getting ready to attack her. Cori <\/em>had bitten somebody, and not because it was time for a midnight snack either. She\u2019d defended herself, but now the taste of blood was bitter in her mouth. She averted her head. Although she knew he couldn\u2019t see her, she couldn\u2019t look at him with blood on her mouth.<\/p>\n

He reached out a hand and brushed her hair back. Unable to stop herself, she turned her face into his palm and rubbed against him.<\/p>\n

His hand shook.<\/p>\n

Lids drooping over her eyes, she took in a deep, slow breath. There.<\/p>\n

She could smell it. Smell him Smell his hunger. He felt it, too. Either the darkness was seriously working in her favor or the vamp mojo was kicking in, because the air around them began to spike with heat and hunger, \u00a0and not all of it was hers. Desperation made her daring and she took one small step closer. Then another. Another.<\/p>\n

The long black skirt she wore was little hindrance to the cold wind cutting through the night, but she barely felt it. What she could feel was him<\/em>. His heat. His hunger. His gaze staring down at her bowed head, all but willing her to look at him.<\/p>\n

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