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Vampire Lords of Blacknall: Trinity
Shirl Anders
Allure Books (2012)
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Vampire

Only a creature of the night can save her.

Four brothers. All turned vampires by the same evil Sire. They are the Lords of Blacknall, in this century. Trinity is the second oldest and while starting to investigate the murder of women on London's east side, he suddenly feels a woman in danger. Why her? And why does this one woman's blood set his thirst on fire. Can Trinity save Lady Beth from the monster that hunts her? Can he even protect her from his own wicked urges, wanting to devour her?

Lady Beth Winslow never stays home in the evenings. She fears her despicable stepbrother. Then a monster stalks her in the dark woods and she cannot tell beast from savior.

Gothic undertones fill this vampire regency romance novel. If you've read Shirl Anders before you will be surprised. This is a novel length story with all of Shirl Anders style, but much more satisfying and lengthy romance.

Vampire Lords of Blacknall:

Trinity

By Shirl Anders

 

 

 

I’d like to thank my,

Cover Artist: Consuelo Parra

 

 

 

Vampire Lords of Blacknall: Trinity copyright©2012 Shirl Anders

Published by Allure Books

ISBN# 9780983178156

 

All rights reserved. Except for use in any review, the reproduction or utilization of this work in whole or in part in any form by any electronic, mechanical or other means, now known or hereafter invented, including xerography, photocopying and recording, or in any information storage or retrieval system, is forbidden without the written permission of the publisher, Allure Books. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

 

 

Chapter One

 

 

F
og choked the London night air with damp and cloying tendrils as Trinity crouched on the wings of a stone angel parapet on the east corner of Blacknall mansion. His nostrils flared, inhaling stale night air like a lethargic limb barely able to lift and move. He’d not get much distance through the clinging fog to pick up scents further than the half-fouled Thames. Yet something gnawed at him as he flung back his chunky damp hair and his heavy coat settled around him. It was an awareness he couldn’t name, and with his senses attuned, his gaze was sharp. He’d trained the last half-century to sharpen his instincts and perceptions just as he’d exercised his body to hone his uncanny strength.

“Still, I do not trust my intuition without proof of actually seeing it,” he admonished himself, balancing on the cold marble of the angel’s upturned wings.

He knew it was the humanity remaining inside him.

There were many who didn’t believe vampires carried any humanity after they’d been turned. Yet he and his three brothers believed. They lived their entire existence bound by that comforting fact.

They were born from humans.

Four brothers. Lords of Blacknall. This century. Trinity chuckled, turning his sharp gaze to the west. Holding the title of Duke of Blacknall had irritated his eldest brother Church for the last fifty years. Church would rather be a scientist like Baptiste or even a rector like their youngest brother, Christian.

Trinity hardly believed that. Church could no more be a clergy than he could stop being the eldest. One of them had to pretend, in this decade, to be an English lord, for their family’s best placement. English dukes and their families, seen as eccentric, were not questioned as much as common men. Therefore, they could employ more privacy. Trinity carried the courtesy title Marquis Montrose, while Baptiste was Earl of Sterling, and Christian, Viscount Ash.

Trinity stretched his tall body to stand balanced on the stone angel’s wings as though he were an evil apparition come to devour the pure angel. A small, unexpected gust of wind blew the edges of his coat outward as he felt Church beckoning him. It was unusual, the connection he and his three brothers had. They’d not turned each other into vampires, but they were all born from the same evil Sire. Perhaps that was why he could forever feel his brothers’ call.

They knew other vampires turned by one Sire, yet none of them connected the way he and his brothers did. But there was nothing common about the Blacknall men, as either humans or vampires, and there never had been.

Minutes later, Trinity slid with unearthly quiet into the rosewood study on the second floor of Blacknall mansion. Because it was night, both Baptiste and Christian were there, having left their normal vocations for the daylight hours. None of them appreciated daylight; however, after a century of walking the earth as vampires, they’d discovered arcane ways to move about in sunlight.

“I still hear you, Trinity,” Baptiste called, without turning his head of light blond hair as he sat on a settee facing the fireplace, which was burning with a glowing fire.

“I do too,” Christian announced. He didn’t turn his even blonder head, so that Trinity looked at the back of both their heads after gliding so close behind them as they sat on the settee. He didn’t believe they knew that.

“Sorry,” Christian added, ever the soulful brother.

“Don’t be,” Church said. “He has to keep challenging his skill level, as we all do.”

Church was a tall figure beside the fireplace as he gazed at the flames. He did not turn his head either, as he added, “Be a useful skill if one of us could master it.”

“It would,” Trinity admitted loudly, startling both Christian and Baptiste, who jerked their dark blue-eyed gazes around toward him.

Trinity suspected he’d startled Church a bit too, but Church held his reaction well, only turning his head slowly after long moments. The flames from the fire slashed red glints through Church’s snow-white hair, while his black eyebrows arched with an elder brother’s look of congratulations. Church’s icy-colored hair was part of the toll it cost him to gain liberation from their damnable stepfather, who was also their depraved Sire.

“That was good.” Baptiste’s gaze captured Trinity’s, and his unnaturally handsome face, framed by wavy blond hair that clipped his square jaw, showed approval.

They were all like that … beautiful vampires. Church’s face appeared the most natural because he had some maturity to his features, except for his blond hair gone white, which they endlessly needed to explain away as the tragedy that occurred when he’d seen their parents die. When told, it was a grievous tale about a harrowing carriage accident that only Church survived.

All a lie.

They were all master liars. Trinity wondered if they even knew the truth anymore. But Baptiste tried to hide his youthful Adonis looks with a moustache. Christian tried with a goatee. But Trinity never tried to hide his appearance with anything but a glaring sneer.

“There’s been another woman killed in the Blood Cull’s territory,” Church reported with a grim slant to his features. He turned to face them before pinning them with a grave stare.

“Eleven in as many weeks.” Trinity stilled his fingers on the edges of his long coat, his mood shifted … darkened. He’d been set to remove his coat, but he lifted his fingers away. “Cull.” The distaste was evident in his snarl and the thickening of his tensed muscles. None of them appreciated Cull’s ways.

However, in their world, there weren’t many vampires that lived by rules. They had been able to enforce a rule not to kill humans for quite a few years and another rule, not to turn humans, for half that time. The Blacknalls lived by five unbreakable rules.

Because they chose to.

Because they came from humans.

And because they had to live among them.

These rules defined their existence. They did not kill humans and they did not turn humans into vampires. They did not use human slaves for feeders, did not let humans know they were vampires, or take any blood not freely given.

“My Bow Street Runner source states the woman was ripped apart like the others and left as though half fed upon by animals.” Church glared at them all with the inner disgust of blood wasted. Christian and Baptiste rose and all four men growled their disgust. “Her dress suggested she was a young woman of some means this time. Unlikely one of Cull’s, but considering the area …”

“If she’d been one of Cull’s, it would be because she was forced into prostitution against her will.” Christian’s mouth pursed with anger as his gaze shifted between them.

“That is an issue for another time.” Church grasped Christian’s shoulder for an empathetic squeeze he’d used numerous times on all them. There was a time, Trinity thought, when they never touched. He knew Church continually worked to overcome the abuse of their youth.

Church continued, “We must discover who or what is killing women on London’s eastside before someone or the constables run across a vampire as the culprit.” Church’s fierce gaze glinted; they all knew what that meant.

“And because it is wrong for any vampire to rip apart and murder innocent people,” Christian added, with his stubbornness born of devout faith. His sermons could bring people to tears or propel them into shouting God’s name. Ever the scientist, Baptiste said it was some quality in Christian’s voice or vocal cords that entranced people. Trinity thought that it was his littlest brother’s heart.

They were all parts of the whole. Church was the soul, Baptiste was the logic, and Christian was the heart. Trinity thought he, on the other hand, was the dark side of every man.

“I will go and convince Cull to tell us what he knows,” Trinity muttered foully as he turned to leave.

 

***

 

Cull had been nothing but a squalid wharf rat before he’d been turned into a vampire. There was still much of it inside him a century later. He tried to appear tough, but with his slender and wiry build, along with thinning black hair slicked back into a tight ponytail, he never pulled it off. Normally he wore sleeveless leather vests in an attempt to show off his pale, muscular arms. What Cull lacked in girth he made up for in continuously conniving talk. There was always a new deal to make money, and Cull was convincing enough to have gathered a fairly large brood of vampires around him. Of course, there were more vampires made in the lower eastside slums of London than any other place in all of England.

Cull’s main moneymaker was whores. Christian proclaimed there was dispute about whether the women were willing victims or not. The brothers Blacknall had used enough force and disrupted enough of Cull’s moneymaking schemes to convince Cull not to kill humans. They’d also persuaded Cull and his brood not to turn humans … for the most part.

Trinity found Cull entertained in his favorite pastime: whore fights. Trinity stopped on the eaves of a decaying rooftop, three stories up, looking down into the dank, back alley. Except for a few excited chortles coming from the spectators, it would be too dark for any human eye to see what was going on from his vantage point. He crouched with his chunky, long blond hair settling over his shoulders. It was easy with his eyesight to see everything. The women were not vampires, just soft and frail bodies forced to fight each other, or perhaps they wanted to. He knew Cull would promise the winner higher status in his slut kingdom. The rules to winning the catfight were simple: one opponent had to be stripped bare and pinned to the ground before the other opponent won.

Trinity watched the women’s fat breasts bobbing with their ruddy slits contorting at unusual angles as the long-haired whores grappled with each other, rolling on the ground. Most prostitutes were chubby and round. These two were no exception, with fleshy buttocks that were pale and undulating in such a way he felt thick interest stirring his shaft; he instantly snarled his dissent.

He had always preferred voluptuous as opposed to thin. He’d stroked his shaft to imaginings of it every day until he ejaculated the need. Sex and blood-hunger were too closely intertwined. It was the one area in which the Blacknall brothers disagreed. Actually, it was the one area their righteous vampire lust had no answer for, therefore, they all dubiously ignored it.

Trinity turned his daunting gaze from the lush interests to Cull and the few who attended the catfight. “Business must be slacking,” he muttered. There were but three gents he saw as patrons betting on the fight. That left only two of Cull’s brood. That was all he concerned himself with because the patrons were not likely vampires.

As he climbed down the side of the crumbling brick tenant building into the alley below, he didn’t make his presence known until he stood between the two vampires from Cull’s brood. The advantage to Cull’s brood was they were likely so corrupt on opium, the stench of whores, and the rot from the lower eastside they’d lost all ability or inclination to scent another vampire’s approach.

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