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WASTELAND

 

 

Lynn Rush

 

www.crescentmoonpress.com

 

Wasteland

Lynn Rush

 

ISBN: 978-1-937254-01-8

E-ISBN: 978-1-937254-00-1

 

© Copyright Lynn Rush 2011. All rights reserved

Cover Art: Jeannie Reusch

Editor: Steph Murray

Layout/Typesetting: jimandzetta.com

 

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This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locale or organizations is entirely coincidental.

 

Crescent Moon Press electronic publication/print publication: September 2011
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To God ~ Thank you for the gifts you’ve bestowed upon me, especially your grace.

To Charlie Boeyink ~ Thank you for loving me with your whole heart. You are more than I could have ever hoped for in a husband.

To Lynn Boeyink ~ I’m proud to share your name and call you Mom II. You’re an inspiration.

I love you all.

 

 

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

This book wouldn’t exist without the combined efforts of so many people. So thank you to the following: Cari Foulk, for her tireless encouragement; Steph Murray, my fantastic, knowledgeable editor; Ciara Knight, my wonderful critique partner who took the time to critique the entire novel for me early on; Kendall Grey & Rachel Firasek, who spend countless hours online with me, writing and editing; the FF&P critique group who are a constant source of support and encouragement; SavvyAuthors.com who provided the opportunity for me to meet my wonderful publisher; my family for offering me their unconditional love and support. A very special thank you to my best friend, Michele Trent, who was the one who encouraged me to “take the next step” on this journey to publication.

CHAPTER 1

Another two hundred and fifty years in solitary confinement might be worth the sacrifice if it meant spending five minutes alone with the beauty moving on the dance floor to this strange music.

“What are you staring at?” Gage’s gravel-coated voice cut above the thumping bass.

I tore my gaze from the woman dancing and dropped it to the sweating glass of rum and Coke in my hand. “Nothing. Get away from me.”

“Is that any way to treat your brother?”

An elbow dug into my side, clipping one of my ribs.

“I am
not
your brother.” Two quick steps to the right, careful not to touch any of the humans milling about the bar, and I stood out of Gage’s reach.

I surveyed the sea of thrashing bodies, searching for the woman I had no business finding. Overhead lights pulsed over the crowd. Inebriated movements morphed into a collection of uncoordinated jerks and twitches. Drunken couples groped one another in darkened corners. The stench of human sweat, ale, sour vomit and sweet drinks assaulted my senses.

So uncivilized.

My first night out of sensory deprivation, I shouldn’t be in a place such as this. Too many temptations.

Scanning the crowd, I caught my gaunt reflection in the mirrored walls beside the DJ and looked away. I didn’t need to be reminded of how two-hundred-and-forty-five years of isolation and endless darkness hollowed my full cheeks and morphed my silver eyes into a dull, lifeless gray. 

Lifeless like me
.

A gigantic hand landed on my shoulder. “Come on, David.”

Even through the fabric of my cotton shirt the contact stung my skin, and I shrugged him off. “Don’t.”

Gage held his hands up in surrender. “Touchy, touchy. I haven’t seen you in nearly two and a half centuries.”

“You know I have been in confinement. Until about eight hours ago, I have not seen
anything
in almost two hundred and fifty years. Then Master pulls me out early and sends me
here
, my first night out.”

Gage slid the loose strands of his strawberry blond hair behind his ear, his ebony eyes examining the crowd. “Yes, he does have an evil sense of humor.”

“I am not laughing.”

“I can tell it’s a struggle for you, brother.” He pointed toward my forehead. “I think a vein might burst soon.”

I knocked his hand away. Despite being a six-hundred-year-old demon that didn’t need to eat, Gage’s six-foot-three frame didn’t hide his padded stomach. Must have been indulging over the years.

At least a hundred bodies moved to the
beat of the music on the crowded, half-circle dance floor. Most were scantily dressed women with long hair and shimmering skin. A waist-high mock-bar contained the flailing bodies to the designated area, and I propped my elbows on the wooden top, analyzing the crowd.

Gage laughed. “You’re out five years early. Better than the full sentence, right?”

There she was again. Eyes closed, arms raised toward the ceiling, as if paying homage to the music gods, she swayed to the slow tempo. The ruby red, silk dress clung to the contours of her firm body. Her narrow hips swished doing a slow, erotic belly dance just for me. A thin layer of perspiration glistened on her skin, reflecting the flashing white, red, and neon green lights.

My breath hitched.

Beauty of such magnitude belonged in the Garden, not a place such as this. Long, stick-straight blond hair rippled down her back, bare, save the four thin straps securing her miniscule garment.

“So, David, where is the Mark?” Gage’s raspy voice snapped my concentration from memorizing the woman’s delicate curves.

No use admiring something I could never have. Because if I did, I’d lose the little humanity the demon raging inside me hadn’t yet sliced apart.

“I haven’t seen the Mark yet.” I looked away from the woman and forced myself to face Gage. “What are you doing here, anyway?”

“Checking up on you. Making sure you’re doing what you’re supposed to be doing.”

Released from captivity mere hours and already Master had assigned me a shadow. He knew I hated being his runner, but to send a six hundred-year-old demon to keep the leash around my neck cinched. That was new.

“Why not the neophyte he usually sends to babysit?”

A growl emanated from Gage, and his jaw muscles twitched.

With the sting of my recent imprisonment still fresh, I would procure my Mark, young Jessica Hanks, and bring her to Master as contracted.

But I would take my time. So much had changed since my incarceration. Many things to learn.

I pushed away from
the railing and wove past a group of three women, reminding myself to keep my eyes forward. No distractions. I’d been deprived of stimulation so long, a simple touch, especially a woman’s, threatened to set off my demon. He’d already started clawing my chest to get out and devour the flesh these women so readily exposed.

I ground my molars, willing my demon to settle.

Clanking glass from behind me snared my attention. People congregated near the massive, wooden bar, whistling at the two men spinning bottles and tossing them in the air while they mixed drinks.

I turned back to the sea of people.

“A lot has changed during the time you’ve been in darkness, David.” Gage waved his hand at the twitching herd. “Look at these women. They’re half dressed, flaunting their bodies like whores.”

He stated the obvious.
Like I couldn’t see all that lay before me
. My body throbbed with temptation. I sucked an iced cube from my drink to quench the fire building in my mouth.

The dark, claustrophobic room closed in on me. Probing lights seared my brain. Heat steamed the room, sweaty bodies prancing around the dance floor fanning the flame. I spied a vacant spot at the railing, and set my drink down on the shiny, wooden surface.

Gage slapped my back and stood beside me. “You
could
be tempted. I’m here to help.”

“I’m sure that’s all you’re here for.”

True, I’d never been to the state called Arizona. The state hadn’t been unionized before my imprisonment. Gage might help me fit into this new world. I couldn’t even figure out the cellular phone device I’d been given. Unbelievable how something so small did so much.

A dull throb made its way up the base of my skull. The bright lights sent a wave of nausea rolling over me.

“What do you know about your Mark?”

“Not a lot. Master sent me here, claiming she would be at this tavern. No picture. Nothing other than a name and an age. That isn’t much to go on, Gage.” I clasped a hand behind my neck and worked at the bulging knots.

My stomach roiled with hunger, but the loud music muffled its cries. Several more feasts, coupled with my demonic healing, and my human muscles would soon return to normal. Maybe then the aches and kinked muscles would work themselves out.

Gage gulped his drink and grimaced.

“What is so special about Jessica Hanks?”

He slammed his empty glass next to my elbow and drops of icy water splashed my bare arm. “That doesn’t concern you. Does it?”

Hmmm. I struck a nerve
.

I turned and scanned the crowd once more. The building trapped the stench of sweat and sugar between its cement walls. Bright lights and a subtle fog wove around the two-story interior. A loft overlooked the room, and people lounged on chairs and couches up there.

“Gage, we have no idea what she looks like. It shall take some time.”

“The Seers saw the mark on her back. It will identify her easily enough the way these women dress these days.”

“True.” But having to look at all these beautiful women would test my resolve to keep my demon at bay.

“Not that I’m complaining, I rather enjoy the view.” Gage glanced at me. “You could too if you would just relax and give in.”

Surprising warmth grazed my right arm. Like lightning zapping my skin, I flinched. A short brunette stood mere inches away, her dark, sultry eyes fixed on me.

“I’m sorry.” Her full, shiny lips curved into a crooked smile. “Didn’t mean to scare you.”

I dipped my head, acknowledging her apology and turned my back to her. The image of her ivory flesh bulging over the cloth of her plunging neckline burned into my brain, and I shut my eyes. The gesture did nothing to purge the image from my conscious.

My heart slammed against my ribs. My demon thundered, wanting out.
Take her.

“Need a refill?” The woman’s husky voice ignited a fire at the base of my spine.

Gage stood beside me, arms crossed over his chest, a grin filling his face. He would love for me to fold under the temptation of these women. To give in meant turning full demon.

I must stay strong.

A balmy hand rested on my forearm. I pivoted from her grip, sending a glare I hoped would discourage her, despite how much I fancied the feel of her soft skin.

The girl rolled her eyes. “Hey, I was just checking to see if you needed a refill.” She palmed a round tray, on which sat a small pad of paper. She held a writing utensil in her other hand.

“Oh. You are the barmaid.”

“Barmaid?” Another eye roll. “So, do you need a refill or what?” She pointed to the drink in my hand with her pen.

Gage snickered. Her spicy perfume assaulted my nostrils and tickled the back of my throat. I bit back a cough. Between the flashing lights, ear-piercing music, and scantily dressed females dancing, I was close to becoming unhinged. Probably what Master wanted to happen.

“No. I am fine, thank you, ma’am.” Two long strides carried me six feet from her. I squeezed the icy glass of liquor in my hand, hoping it would cool my skin.

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