Vampire Hollows Online - Tim O'Rourke

Vampire Hollows

(Kiera Hudson Series)

Book Five

By

Tim O’Rourke

Chapter One

The truck lunged to the right, then to the left, and I nearly lost my footing. Doctor Hunt reached out to steady me and I snapped my arm away.

“Get off!” I hissed.

“Kiera?” he asked, his eyes growing wide. “What’s wrong?”

“I know who you are!” I shouted, raising my claws as to defend myself should he try and grab for me again. “You’re Elias Munn!”

The truck continued to rattle, lurch, and bump, and I pressed the flat of my hand against its frame to keep my balance.

“I’m not…” Hunt started and I jabbed at him with my free hand, fingernails long, black and curved.

“You’re behind everything,” I spat. “You’re the invisible man

we’ve all been searching for!”

“What?” Hunt cried in disbelief. “You can’t really believe that?”

“Why not?” I asked, staring into his eyes, trying to see something – anything. “It all makes sense now!” But did it? I couldn’t work it out. Where did Hunt fit into all of this? With my mind racing back to my days of training, I frantically tried to search for opportunity and motive. But did any of those rules apply to him? Wasn’t Elias Munn a twisted killer who only wanted the destruction of the human race because he had been spurned by his true love?

“I see it in your eyes, Kiera,” he said, his voice softer now.

“See what?” I shouted.

“Your uncertainty,” he said back. “Why would I help you escape from that zoo if all I wanted was to kill you anyway?”

“Because you need me to love you,” I replied.

With a half-smile on his lips, Hunt looked at me and said, “I’m flattered, Kiera, but aren’t I a little bit old for you?”

“I’m not talking about us being lovers!” I barked at him, my right claw still held out before me. “I could love you as a friend, as a father! And by you helping and taking care of me, there would be a very good chance I could grow emotionally attached to you – love you perhaps.”

“That wasn’t my reason for helping you, Kiera,” he shouted back over the roar of the truck’s engine. “I want this Elias Munn dead as much as you. I lost my wife because of him and almost Kayla and Isidor too!”

“So if you’re not Munn, why were you trying to escape that facility with my mother, Phillips, and Sparky? Why have your head covered? Who were you trying to hide your identity from?”

“They were trying to hide my identity from you!” Hunt said.

“And why would they want to do a thing like that?”

“Because they were using me as a decoy, for crying out loud!” Hunt insisted.

“A decoy?” I asked confused.

“They wanted you to think that I was this Elias Munn, so you would follow me while the real Munn got away,” he started to explain. “They covered my head because if you had seen it was me, you would never have followed. You would’ve smelled a rat and not come after us.” Then, looking at me he added, “But then again, perhaps you have come after me, not to save me, but because you did believe that I was Munn.”

I looked at him and could see despair in his blue eyes. It was as if they had clouded over like a summer sky that was threatening a storm.

“So if you’re not this Elias Munn, who is?” I asked with a sneer, but something in my heart told me perhaps he was telling the truth. “You must have some idea. You told Murphy back at the Hallowed Manor that you had your suspicions.”

“I can’t be certain, but…” he started.

“But what?” I demanded.

Before he could answer me, the truck tipped onto its side and I toppled backwards onto my arse, my arms and legs pinwheeling. Hunt was up, throwing away the cloak he had draped over his shoulders. He came towards me, his hand outstretched. I threw my hands up, as if to protect myself from him.

Hunt could see the fear in my eyes as he came towards me. Then reaching out, he grabbed hold of me and yanked me to my feet.

“Kiera, I’m not going to hurt you. You’ve got to trust me,” he said, his eyes fixed on mine.

Pushing his hand away, I looked at him and said, “Who then? Who is this Elias Munn?”

“Who is it that you love?” he asked, and his face looked almost sad.

“What…why?” I stammered as I searched my feelings. I knew in my heart that I had