The BloodDark Series
Book Three
Olivia's Decision
By
Cindy A. Matthews and Adrian J. Matthews
Table of Contents
Title Page
The BloodDark Series
Dedication and Acknowledgment
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
About Cindy A. and Adrian J. Matthews
The BloodDark Series
Book One: Olivia's Escape
Book Two: Olivia's Return
Book Three: Olivia's Decision
Book Four: Fire on the Sands
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Copyright © 2017 by Cindy A. Matthews and Adrian J. Matthews
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Publication Date: August 2017
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Dedication and Acknowledgment
To anyone who has ever had a story they wanted to tell. To those of us who tell them even when no one else seems to care. We are the creative force of the universe. Never give up—never surrender!
Chapter One
One good thing about dreams—you eventually wake up. Living nightmares just go on and on...
Olivia shook her head and refocused her attention on the task at hand. She had lost all track of time. Living on the dark side of a tidally-locked planet played tricks on a human's senses, but could she even call herself human anymore? Had she become a part of them?
Best not to think about it. She picked up the tarnished candelabra on the table in front of her and began polishing. Strange, hadn't she returned to BloodDark to pose as a "mail order vampire bride" or something along those lines? Shouldn't she have attendants and servants? Why was she polishing the silver?
Because you must learn obedience said the other voice in her head, the voice which worked against her best instincts even when it attempted to comfort her misgivings.
"Oh, so somehow it makes it all right?" Olivia snorted. "Now I'm talking to myself and expecting an answer. What could have been in the wine at the pair-bonding dinner?
"Come on, Ollie girl," she muttered to herself. "Keep trying to think it out. Stay on your plan. You're here to find the other Portal. You're here to expose Clan Alpha as the double-dealing troublemakers they are."
Obey us! The other voice in her head sounded super-ticked off now. You are chosen of Clan Alpha. You will obey.
"Bite me," Olivia mumbled. She froze. "Oops. I didn't mean it."
She had learned during her recent ordeal that the Pure Bloods didn't need to bite their victims to partake of their blood. In fact, they were often quite clinical and detached about it all. Through mind control they made their human subjects believe they were being bitten by a vampire while they withdrew blood in a much more conventional way—through sophisticated, miniature hypodermic devices. Once one of these was placed under the thin skin of the neck or shoulder, they could obtain blood as needed, leaving only a pair of puncture wounds and slight bruising.
"Interesting how humanity has romanticized your method of extracting our genetic materials. I suspect you all enjoyed becoming a part of our spooky myths and being portrayed as nasty villains and sexy Goth lovers."
Olivia placed the candelabra on the table and stood. "Enough of the spring cleaning. I'm going for a walk." She headed toward the chamber door. Three steps shy of the exit, she hit an invisible brick wall. She knew it couldn't possibly be there, but her mind wouldn't let her take another step forward.
"All right. You win. I'll polish the silver." Sighing, she returned to the table and plopped down on the bench. "This is boring."
The voice in her head didn't respond. Maybe it agreed with her and didn't know what to say? She picked up the cloth and another candlestick to polish, hoping it would be her last and she'd be rescued.
Annara. Olivia had to get a message to her friend and conspirator. Tell Annara how she'd messed up their spy mission big time and needed help getting out of the Clan Alpha House. She needed to tell her boyfriend Hernando how sorry she was for lying to him and her parents, too. I need to get myself out of this mess I've fallen into... before I can no longer hear my own thoughts at all.
The rest of her day was routine: polish the silver, sweep the floors and beat out the rugs like a Victorian housemaid. Menial tasks to keep her busy and keep her from wandering too far afield within the Clan Alpha compound. Olivia knew the Alphans were up to something. She knew they had access to a Portal-like device and were selling or trading their valuables to acquire fresh human DNA in the form of mail-order spouses from Earth—like her. They spent every waking moment securing new blood, then covering-up the lengths they were willing to go to get it.
Olivia frowned. Why did the Pure Bloods' activities ring with such a sense of desperation, such urgency—or dare she think it—such finality?
"We are not desperate, my dear Olivia," Moreau
