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  Blood

  Of

  Kings

  Transfusion

  Book 3

  By

  Stephanie Hudson

  Copyright

  This ebook is copyright material and must not be copied, reproduced, transferred, distributed, leased, licensed or publicly performed or used in any way except as specifically permitted in writing by the author, as allowed under terms and conditions under which it was purchased or as strictly permitted by applicable copyright law. Any unauthorised distribution or use of this text may be a direct infringement of the author's rights and those responsible may be liable in law accordingly.

  Copyright © 2020Stephanie Hudson

  All rights reserved.

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  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either a product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual people living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

  Warning:

  This book contains explicit sexual content, very graphic language and a highly addictive Vampire King.

  Cover design by: © Blake Hudson Designs

  Dedication

  This book is dedicated to the all the people affected in the terrible Australian bushfires, that so far has taken lives, destroyed homes, burned millions of hectares and decimated hundreds of millions of animals. It goes out to the thousands upon thousands of volunteers that banded together to try and stop the flames and help those in need.

  Your kindness, selflessness and strength, is what makes the world a better place.

  You will forever be in my heart.

  Other Books by Stephanie Hudson

  Afterlife Saga:

  Book 1 - Afterlife

  Book 2 - The Two Kings

  Book 3 - The Triple Goddess

  Book 4 - The Quarter Moon

  Book 5 - The Pentagram Child /Part 1

  Book 6 - The Pentagram Child /Part 2

  Book 7 - The Cult of the Hexad

  Book 8 - Sacrifice of the Septimus /Part 1

  Book 9 - Sacrifice of the Septimus /Part 2

  Book 10 -Blood of the Infinity War

  Book 11 -Happy Ever Afterlife /Part 1

  Book 12 -Happy Ever Afterlife / Part 2

  Afterlife Spin offs and Extras:

  Transfusion Saga

  Transfusion-Book 1

  Venom of God-Book 2

  Afterlife’s the Forbidden Chapters - Part 1

  Vincent’s Immortal Curse Book-1

  King of Kings:

  Draven’s Afterlife Book-1

  Draven’s Electus Book-2

  Afterlife Chronicles:

  (Young Adult Series)

  The Glass Dagger – Book 1

  The Hells Ring – Book 2

  Stand Alone Books

  Devil in Me

  Co-written with my husband Blake Hudson

  Children’s Books:

  Marching to a Royal Beat.

  About the Author

  Stephanie Hudson has dreamed of being a writer ever since her obsession with reading books at an early age. What first became a quest to overcome the boundaries set against her in the form of dyslexia has turned into a life's dream. She first started writing in the form of poetry and soon found a taste for horror and romance. Afterlife is her first book in the series of twelve, with the story of Keira and Draven becoming ever more complicated in a world that sets them miles apart.

  When not writing, Stephanie enjoys spending time with her loving family and friends, chatting for hours with her biggest fan, her sister Cathy who is utterly obsessed with one gorgeous Dominic Draven. And of course, spending as much time with her supportive partner and personal muse, Blake who is there for her no matter what.

  Author’s words…

  My love and devotion is to all my wonderful fans that keep me going into the wee hours of the night but foremost to my wonderful daughter Ava...who yes, is named after a cool, kick ass, Demonic bird and my sons, Jack, who is a little hero and Baby Halen, who yes, keeps me up at night but it’s okay because he is named after a Guitar legend!

  Warning!

  This book contains explicit sexual content, some graphic language and a highly additive dominate Vampire King.

  This book has been written by an UK Author with a mad sense of humour. Which means the following story contains a mixture of Northern English slang, dialect, regional colloquialisms and other quirky spellings that have been intentionally included to make the story and dialogue more realistic for modern day characters.

  Thanks for reading x

  Contents

  Dedication

  Other Books

  About the Author

  Prologue

  Chapter 1- This Means War

  Chapter 2- Underestimated

  Chapter 3- David and Goliath

  Chapter 4- Rude Punk

  Chapter 5- Missing You

  Chapter 6- Jump of Faith

  Chapter 7- Money Fights

  Chapter 8- In a Nut Shell

  Chapter 9- A Drive to Remember

  Chapter 10- Wrapped in Leather

  Chapter 11- Bruised Ego

  Chapter 12- Tree of Death

  Chapter 13- Finger of Punishment

  Chapter 14- The Beast Awakens

  Chapter 15- Torn Hell

  Chapter 16- Sigil of Lucius

  Chapter 17- Dave is the Key

  Chapter 18- Vamp Cave

  Chapter 19- Moving In

  Chapter 20- My Hands Are Tied

  Chapter 21- Coming Home

  Chapter 22- Friend, Old Foes

  Chapter 23- Now That’s A Date

  Chapter 24- Blood and Snow

  Chapter 25- A Demon’s Wings

  Chapter 26- Washing Away My Demons

  Chapter 27- Blood of Kings

  Prologue.

  ‘My Šemšā’… my Šemšā… Še…mšā’

  I heard these words playing over and over in my mind, like a whispered chant. A desperate prayer, spoken from a desperate man, who I knew was currently on his knees speaking directly to the Gods asking them to save my soul.

  His first one spoken in over two thousand years…

  ‘Save my Šemšā, that’s all I fucking ask!’ he growled, shouting this last part as he hammered his fist down on the floor, and in that single moment, the image of him on his knees disappeared and a blinding light replaced it. It erupted all around me, with me at its centre, as if something in me had just exploded!

  My eyes snapped open just to find branches of light penetrating the water like the sun had just breached the clouds. I didn’t know what was happening or if it wasn’t just in my mind, but something made me realise I needed to move. It felt as though I had just died and was being jolted back to life, being given a second chance. Which meant it was now my job not to blow it and drown as I was still floating in the water. So, pushing my mind into action, I forced my pained limbs to move until desperate action was taking over and I started dragging myself up towards the surface.

  Finally, I burst up out of the water and dragged in great lung filling gasps that hurt my chest and I knew if I hadn’t been desperate for the air, I would have forced myself to stop already. I was also freezing and knew that if I didn’t get out the water soon, then something else would take my life other than drowning. But of course, that’s what happens when you fall half naked from a helicopter into a river in the middle of winter!

  And speaking of which, the second I heard a thundering crash I spun in the water in time to see an explosion in the distance amongst the trees, with flames and smoke now bellowing above the tree line. And even as my teeth chattere
d and I was barely still able to tread water, I still found myself smiling and with only one satisfying thought in my mind…

  They were right…they couldn’t fly.

  Amelia

  Chapter 1

  This Means War

  ‘To line up to the ring, for a battle that you can't win, swing as hard as you can swing, it will still mean nothing. Should've seen it coming, it had to happen sometime. But you went and brought a knife, to an all-out gunfight’. These were the lyrics I was currently listening to just as I punched one guy, knocking him out with an instant break to his nose. The next, I dodged his swing by side stepping before delivering a gut punch, seeing him fall to his knees gasping for air.

  Thank you, Nickleback.

  But wait, I am getting way ahead of myself. So, rewinding ten minutes and that took me right back to swimming my freezing ass to the riverbank, after just witnessing the helicopter crashing into a nearby woodland area at the side of the river.

  After dragging myself up a riverbank, clawing my way up a fallen tree like some damn wet cat, I found a dirt track that didn’t look overly used by the public. I pulled my now loose hair to one side and arched my neck to the side so I could ring it out with my hands, taking care that the freezing cold drips didn’t hit my skin. Because really, even saving my already freezing skin from further discomfort was worth the pain it caused my stomach.

  But feeling this pain made me take time to go over my injuries. I pressed a hand to my stomach and hissed in pain, knowing that the kick I had received had been hard enough to bruise. So, I took in a big breath and was at least rewarded with the knowledge it hadn’t broken any ribs, so joy for small mercies. I also looked down and saw the bruise to my elbow and also one down my thigh on the left side where I had fallen when taking down the second guy in the bedroom. Along with those I also had lacerations on my hands from where the wire had cut into my palms. And as for my face, well I wasn’t even going there, but hey, at least I hadn’t lost my contact lenses, or this would have been the shit fest to beat all shit fests.

  Well, I think it was safe to refer to this as hitting rock bottom, so I gathered there was only one way up to go from here. Besides, I had survived, I was no longer a pawn to use by the bad guys and although bruised, I was at least in one piece, minus the shoes and dress.

  And with a glance to the smoke bellowing from the tops of the trees in the distance, I was definitely classing this one as a win, especially when I looked up to see a massive highway bridge above me. This instantly gave me hope that I might have a chance in getting back to the city without too much of a problem. Well, that was if I didn’t die of hyperthermia first. Because I had to say, as much as I had been a fan of Liessa’s choice of underwear for me, I wasn’t exactly loving it right now! No, now I wished I had opted for full body long johns, as I was basically wearing a strapless swimming costume. But, considering where I had just crawled out from, then maybe it was better than just a bra and panties. Either way, I was fucking cold!

  Oh, and did I mention I was also killing mad! Like seriously furious, just thinking about the entire night and basically how my first date with Lucius had been ruined! So, walking barefoot, freezing my ass off and nearly naked on a dirt track wasn’t exactly my idea of fun. But what made it even less so was the gang of assholes I could see gathered under a walkway bridge.

  There were four of them all with dirt bikes parked, music pumping from some palm sized speaker and two of them were spray painting the wall with graffiti. Oh, and they were passing around a spliff longer than my middle finger. Great, that’s all I needed, a gang of stoners whose favorite pastime was painting the streets of Munich with their own shit brand of art. I mean what did that say, ‘pussy’ in German, perfect…

  Just. Fucking. Perfect!

  Just to top off my perfect fucking day!

  The one whose turn it was with the spliff saw me coming first, a skinny guy dressed in leather pants and a ripped, long sleeved Rammstein shirt. He smacked the guy nearest to him on the shoulder before nodding in my direction. Now, what were the chances of these four not being assholes and this not ending up in a fight…umm, the weed and whisky bottle didn’t give me much hope. Oh well, I was itching to break something anyway…or should I say, someone.

  But hey, it’s not like I just walked up to the first guy and punched him…well, not until he said,

  “Schau, wir haben eine Schlampe zum Ficken gefunden” Which I knew translated into, ‘Look, we found a bitch to fuck’.

  Then I did, but not until I replied,

  “Not tonight, asshole, you just found a bitch!” This before walking straight up to him and punching him in the face. Which brought me back to Nickleback singing about war.

  The first guy dropped to the floor holding his now blood streaming nose, mumbling something in German I couldn’t be bothered to try and translate. Then, after putting the second guy down, who was soon like his friend, cradling a part of his anatomy, the other two watched on looking panicked.

  “Now, let us try this another way, I have had the mother of bad fucking days and really feel like murdering someone, and really, at this point anyone will do, so unless you leather clad string beans fancy your chances, then here is what is going to happen…” the next part came in German, because really, it was the bit I really needed them to understand right now. Of course, it was just a shame that when I finally did get to say one of the coolest movie lines in history, one that every Arnie fan dreams of saying in real life, it was a shame I had no choice but to first say it in German.

  But translated it sounded a little something like this…

  ‘I need your clothes, your boots and your motorcycle.’

  So, two minutes later, and I found myself wearing skinny guy’s leather pants, (rolled up at the ankles) biker boots (three sizes too big), a Led Zeppelin T shirt (that I knotted at the side to make it fit me) and skinny man’s leather jacket, that actually fit me pretty well, thanks to the boobs that managed to fill it out.

  I had also grabbed the smallest helmet, a rucksack in case it had anything useful in it, and the best looking bike. Well, this was after twisting the keys out of the owners hand, which meant breaking his wrist first. Because, well I wasn’t in the mood to be bitch slapped like he tried to do first.

  I also stole the guy’s phone who, after hearing his buddy’s wrist bone crack, was willing to give me anything I wanted. But seeing as I wasn’t in the market for first borns or kidneys, I told him the phone would do.

  Then I picked up the spliff, and because I was embracing my inner bad ass, I inhaled a drag, thinking it would look cool. Unfortunately, this was me we were talking about, so my cool, inner bad ass only extending to kicking ass, meaning I just ended up coughing as though I was choking, before telling them,

  “Now this shit will kill ya!” Then I unlocked the guy’s phone, found his Spotify account that was linked to the speaker, and tapped in the only song that had to be heard right in that moment.

  Then I twisted up my hair and winced as I pushed on my helmet, thanks to my bruised face and lump on the back of my head. Once ready, I kicked up the stand to the shitty dirt bike I had no choice but to ride. And I did this all to the sound of no other than…

  ‘Bad to the Bone’ by George Thorogood and the Destroyers.

  I started up the Kawasaki KLX250, kicking up the dirt around me as I headed in the direction of where I had seen the helicopter go down, unable to resist the urge to say aloud,

  “It’s been fun guys, but now it’s time to…Get to the chopper!” Then I giggled to myself which was lost over the sound of the shitty old two stroke engine. Gods, but I was going to stink of bike fumes by the time I got to where I was going, but then again, I was on my way to a crash site, so really if anything I was simply going to blend with the stench.

  Now why wasn’t I on my way back to Transfusion you might ask? Well, it was simple, as I gathered by now they had informed Lucius they had me and would simply hold me to ransom until he hand
ed over the box…the real one this time. Which meant that by the time I made it back to the club, I would most likely already be too late to stop him from falling for whatever contingency plan they had conjured up. One they would have had no choice to do seeing as I hadn’t yet shown up.

  Meaning that my only hope left was to find the wreck and hide whilst I waited for the bad guys to show up. That way I could hopefully discover their plan, follow them to wherever their hide-out was and get to Lucius before he had chance to make what he thought was an exchange. Who knows, maybe if I was really lucky, then I would get a chance at intercepting him before he got there.

  Well, this was my plan anyway, and despite Lucius’ stern belief that I couldn’t be trusted to make these kind of decisions, I knew that this was the best one we had. Besides, my decision to switch the boxes had been pretty spot on.

  So, with this decision already made, I travelled along the dirt road that ran alongside the river, one I remembered was named Isar, from what I had overheard being said in the helicopter. Of course, it helped enormously having a great bellowing plume of smoke to follow and even though the bike was old and crappy, it did the job quite well in getting there in between all the dirt tracks that weaved throughout the thicket of trees.

  I was just thankful I knew how to ride and unlike firing a gun earlier, doing what I was doing now wasn’t my first rodeo. Of course, this was thanks to my Uncle Vincent who was as into bikes as my dad was into cars. Meaning that after much convincing and admittedly when my parents were out of town, my uncle Vince taught me how to ride. And thank the shiny happy chrome Gods that he did, as otherwise, this bad ass biker chick look I had going on would have looked similar to Ragnar wearing a pink tutu and doing ballet.