Deep Is the Night: Haunted Souls Denise A. Agnew Prologue Pine Forest,Colorado They must all die.
When Halloween comes, my energy will be fiercest. I will be invincible. As a swirling draft leaked through a crack in the broken tomb, the ancient one drank in the cold night air. Despite a weakened body, the old vampire’s anger rose high. With a groan he lay back on the stone floor near a wooden coffin long ago starting to disintegrate. Ah, but he loved the old, the forbidden, the gloom surrounding him in the crypt. The place didn’t possess the heavy pall of the tunnels, the delicious sickness he craved so much. No, all that lingered here was the reality of death, the inevitability for all but the undead. He would have to be satisfied. No one would look for him here. This long-forgotten crypt resided in the desolate area not far fromPineForest. Well-hidden, surrounded by bushes and trees, the stonework neglected and weathered, this sanctuary would serve as safe shelter. Few people probably even knew this crypt existed. A day had passed since his last encounter with the group of meddlesome, hateful mortals and the immortal Irish pup, Ronan Kieran. Closing his eyes, the ancient one replayed in his mind the mistakes he’d made. He cursed that a thousand years of experience had broken down under mortal will. Energy had drained from him fighting the mortals’ combined psychic energy fields. He’d underestimated Ronan Kieran’s will, but more than that, he underestimated the power the group could generate between them. An ache built inside him as he thought ofErin’s betrayal. She didn’t want him and didn’t recognize her reincarnation as his beloved Dasoria. He had one alternative. No longer would he indulge her, no longer would he spare her.Lachlan, her lover, would die with her when the time came, and suffer a fate far more horrible than they could imagine. Her new friends, MickyGunn and Jared Thornton, would also suffer before succumbing to his wrath. He planned and plotted, his desires hotter and stronger with each passing hour. Once he regained his strength, he would return to the tunnels under theGunn Inn and make an alliance with the malevolent energy residing there. He’d sensed the power, far older than himself, would enhance and compliment his own desires. He wondered if other vampires had wandered the tunnels and discovered what he now understood. This town seeped with evil, with darkness so dominant no mortal could guard against it in the end.