Blood And Bones (John Dark Book 4)

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  Blood And Bones

  B.L. Morgan

  SPEAKING VOLUMES, LLC

  NAPLES, FLORIDA

  2014

  Blood And Bones

  Copyright © 2012 by B.L. Morgan

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means without written permission of the author.

  9781612329369

  Table of Contents

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  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Dedication

  Acknowledgments

  Book One

  Prologue - Wham Bam, Thank you Mam!

  Part One - Good Morning Sunshine

  Part Two - Good-Bye Cruel World Hello Island Madness

  Book Two

  Part One - Skull And Cross Bones

  Book Three

  Part One - Medieval Madness

  Part Two - Castles of the Undead

  Part Three - Back To the Beginning

  Afterword: - After The Killing

  Dedication: This book is dedicated to my wonderful wife Judi. You are the inspiration of my life. You are in these books more than you could ever know and probably more than you want to be.

  Acknowledgments

  Grateful acknowledgements go to the following resources in no particular order:

  Pirates, Scourge of the Seas by John Reeve Carpenter.

  The World’s Wickedest Women by Margaret Nicholas.

  The History Channel & The Discovery Channel for a whole lot of documentaries on pirates and vampires.

  Vampyre: The Terrifying Lost Journal of Dr. Cornelius Van Helsing.

  Pirates of the Caribbean: The Secret Files of the East India Trading Company as Recorded by Sir Thomas Faye.

  And far too many movies and documentaries to ever keep track of.

  Book One

  Down and Dirty

  And

  Feeling Hairy

  Prologue

  Wham Bam, Thank you Mam!

  Just why do men chase women anyway?

  It’s just some kind of an uncontrollable urge isn’t it. Just something we’ve got to do. The sun comes up in the morning and goes down in the evening. I get up in the afternoon and sure as the sun comes up I need to get my hands on some sweet little thing and spread some creamy thighs.

  It’s kind of like a dog that chases a car. He doesn’t really want that car. He’s just chasing it. But I haven’t yet seen a dog fuck a car when he catches it.

  I guess I’m one up on him.

  I know what I’m going to do when I catch me a woman.

  Except, it’s been so dam long since I’ve been fucked that I hope I remember how to get the job done. I guess I’ll just spread her legs, dig for oil and yell YAHOO when we hit a gusher.

  Maybe this never-ending search for a woman is my own way of searching for immortality.

  You know something like living on through your offspring so you never actually leave the Earth when you die.

  Yeah, like I’d know what the hell to do with a kid if I had one.

  The truth is I like to fuck, plain and simple. And the woman I get hold of she’d better been eating her Wheaties because she’s going to think a tractor-trailer ran over her by the time I’m through.

  So I’m out on the streets looking for pussy.

  I didn’t mention I’ve got a fucking head cold. I’m like a walking Contact commercial: Itchy eyes, scratchy throat, sneezing, head congested, I need some rest.

  Yeah, I should really be out on a drizzly Wednesday night.

  I should be laying my ass on the couch at home.

  Fuck that!

  I need to pound some bush.

  So, I’m out here in the rain.

  East St .Louis on a rainy June night is not the prettiest place in the world. Tonight it’s ugly and cold. We’re supposed to be in the middle of the summer but you couldn’t tell that from the chills that ran up and down my back. To top it off the sewers were backing up again. So the whole neighborhood smelled like ripe piss and shit.

  East St. Louis: Your perfect choice for a perfect vacation, Garden spot of the Midwest.

  About two and a half blocks from my apartment is The Barbary Coast, a little tavern where every now and then a decent looking female will wander in. In East St. Louis, any woman that isn’t a junkie or a hooker or both is doing pretty damn good.

  The Barbary Coast is quiet tonight.

  There are just a few drunks on bar stools arguing about a baseball game playing on the TV mounted over the end of the bar. The place is dark. The only lights are the TV and a juke box and a few low watt bulbs that shine up from under a row of bottles against a mirrored back wall.

  A small well built woman with jet back hair and light almost ghostly skin is seated at the center of the bar. She’s stirring her drink and watching the ice twirl around and not looking at anything else. I walk in and she looks at me and a slight smile curls her red lips.

  I spot the smile so I go and sit beside her.

  Nate Jones is the bartender. He’s a guy who used to be a heavyweight contender about a century ago. He was big and slow and charcoal black when he was a fighter. Now he’s a lot bigger and a lot slower and just as black.

  I wave at Nate.

  “Bring the lady another of what she’s drinking, and get me a Jack and Coke,” I tell him.

  Nate took his time, but eventually the drinks made their way to us and I paid for them.

  The lady tossed the rest of her first drink back in one swallow and held up her new one to me. We clinked glasses.

  “You assume much,” she said and her voice sounded of an accent that could have been Eastern European, like Russian, Czechoslovakian or German.

  “You know what they say about assuming?” I asked.

  “No I don’t,” she answered and I liked the way she cut her words off sharply. I liked the way her eyes glistened in the darkened room and the whiteness of her teeth and the redness of her lips. Just sitting close to her was beginning to give me a hard-on. She was either a very sexy woman or I just hadn’t been laid enough lately. I knew it was a bit of both.

  “When you assume,” I told her. “You take a chance of making an Ass out of U and Me.”

  She smiled.

  “I like that,” she said. “Are you going to take that chance?”

  “Definitely.”

  I took her hand and lead her across the floor to the juke box. She had on a black full length leather coat and a black low cut evening gown underneath it. I pumped some quarters into the juke box and selected some slow old jazz dance music and took her leather coat off and laid it across a table. I laid my jacket on the table next to hers.

  She came into my arms as soft as smoke and we moved to the music just like it had been written and played only for us. She was soft in my arms and light as a feather.

  She ran her hands up and down my back as I kissed her on her neck as we danced. Then she ran her fingers under my shirt and felt of my back. Her hands were ice cold and I noticed right then that her neck was too.

  “We need to get you somewhere warm,” I told her.

  “Yes,” she said. “It has been some time since I have felt warm.”

  I didn’t want to ask this woman too much about what she meant by that or actually I didn’t want to ask her much about anything
at all. This lady seemed to be going along with just about anything I was suggesting so I figured I better get her back to my place as fast as I could before she started having second thoughts.

  We danced to another song and the way she moved had me growing in places that were uncomfortable in public. I ran my hands down the curve of her back and squeezed one tight muscled ass cheek with my left hand.

  Either she’d slap me or like it.

  She reached down and squeezed me back.

  “That’s nice,” she breathed in my ear.

  “Let’s get out of here,” I told her. “I’ll show you something really nice.”

  The song was over. I helped her into her coat and I put my jacket on. We went out the door and into the street.

  The rain was coming down harder. It wasn’t quite a down pour but harder than the drizzle I’d walked through earlier. The streetlights made streaks on the wet pavement that looked like laser beams and cars drove past splashing putrid water at us.

  About a half block up the street was an alley that I knew was a short cut to my place. It would easily cut a block off our walk. She hesitated at the alley’s entrance before stepping into its shadowed blackness.

  “What’s the matter Princess?” I asked her, “You afraid of the dark?”

  “No, I am not,” she answered and stepped out of the light to stand up close to me in the shadows. “You might want to be wary of who you invite into the darkness with you.”

  I pulled her to me and kissed her roughly on the mouth. Our tongues did a little dance and it was something faster than a waltz. She tasted of cheap whiskey and I liked the taste. My body ached for her.

  When we came up for air I told her, “There ain’t nothing that can hurt you in these shadows that I haven’t dealt with already. You’re OK as long as you’re with me.”

  I kept a protective arm around this woman’s shoulders. We passed a few over-flowing dumpsters where winos moaned and asked us for change. We ignored them. They were like zombies from a Romero movie, not far removed from the walking dead.

  We were coming out of the dark and were about twenty feet from the end of the alley when two men stepped in front of the alley’s exit blocking our way. It was two dark haired white men that I’d never seen before.

  They positioned themselves so that they covered the entire exit. They weren’t going to let us leave.

  “Elizabeth,” one of them said. “Come with us. You know where you belong.” He spoke with the same accent that she used.

  “I belong wherever I wish to be,” she told them.

  “You best back your ass up motherfucker!” I told those two. A noise behind me and a glance over my shoulder let me know that they had two friends behind us.

  I reached for my .38 in my holster and even as I did a flash of memory showed me where I’d left the holster and gun hanging in my front room closet. Dam! I thought. The only time I seem to forget to wear the God dam gun is when I need the mother-fucking thing.

  “There is no need for problem. She belongs to us.” He spoke again and stepped forward.

  “You’re in for an old-fashioned American ass whipping,” I told the man coming forward.

  I pushed the lady I now knew as Elizabeth to the side and snap-kicked the guy directly in front of me in the crotch. He whimpered and went to his knees clutching his balls. The next guy jumped forward and I snapped a left jab to his nose.

  A hot burning sensation erupted from my right side and I realized I’d been stabbed from behind, probably in the kidney. I went to spin around and meet my new attackers and the world exploded in white spots. My knees gave way and the gravel of the alley rushed up and hit me in the face.

  Somebody grabbed me by the hair, pulled me up to my hands and knees and jerked my head back then punched me hard in the mouth. I went to my back.

  There were two of them standing over me. They could have been twins to the two I’d taken care of. The one with the knife said, “I’m going to cut this American pig’s throat.”

  Through the stars and dots that danced around my head there was a streak of movement and the man with the knife was knocked sideways so hard he flew from his feet and smacked into a building’s brick wall. His head made a hollow TONK sound as it met the brick.

  It was Elizabeth. This woman who seemed so soft and small in my arms grabbed the other man by the throat. He made a strangled cry and tried to rip her hands loose. She jerked to the side with one of her hands and a chunk of meat came away streaming blood. As he went down Elizabeth drew him to her and fastened her lips to the gaping spurting wound on his neck and sucked on him. After a few seconds of this she threw him aside.

  The two that I dropped scrambled from the alley like frightened dogs when Elizabeth looked their way.

  She came and knelt down beside me. Elizabeth stroked my cheek with a gentle touch.

  “You are so brave,” she said. “You would have fought all of them.”

  “Fucking punks,” I told her and coughed a spray of blood into the air. “If it wasn’t for this cold I’d have kicked all their asses.”

  “No one has ever defended me,” she said. “I like the feeling of a man standing against the world for me. After all this time, I am still a woman.”

  She helped me sit up, then put my arm over her shoulder and picked me up. I was as weak as a kitten. Elizabeth pretty much carried me all the way up to my apartment.

  “Girl, what the hell you been eating?” I asked her as I unlocked my door. “A little thing like you carrying me around, I want some of those vitamins.”

  She helped me to the couch and I flopped down on it. The fireflies were really buzzing around my head. There were so many I could barely see. The lights started flickering off and on. I started drifting in, and then out.

  Elizabeth took my jacket off me and my shirt and pants were sticky with blood. She peeled my shirt off. I looked down at the puncture wound in my side. There’s no way I should have done that. Blood was bubbling out of the hole like water coming from an underground spring.

  I must have gone a little paler because it felt like my head got a whole lot lighter.

  “You do not like blood?” Elizabeth asked.

  “Blood don’t bother me Princess,” I told her, “As long as it’s someone else’s.”

  “I’ll help you with this wound,” Elizabeth said and started unbuttoning me.

  “You know Princess,” I told her and slid my pants off, the spots dancing in front of my eyes so crazily I could hardly make her out. “Whatever you find down there it’s untamed and it might be so hungry it’ll bite.”

  She smiled.

  “I’ll take that chance.”

  The ceiling and walls were twirling around me and I could hear and see that my TV set was on.

  I didn’t think I’d left it on when I’d gone out. A movie was playing. I recognized the gory little flick called The Blood Countess, where this foreign chick murders girls and bathes in their blood to live forever.

  Elizabeth was kneeling in front of where I lay on the couch. “I can give you forever,” she breathed at me and looked into my eyes. Her eyes were light blue, like arctic ice.

  “If you knew the way I live Princess,” I answered. “You’d know that one life like this is enough. Do you think I’d want to go through this shit forever? No thanks.”

  She came and kissed me on the lips then, light and quick. Then she moved down my body with quick little kisses and licks, stopping at the still pumping wound in my side.

  The TV had gone off, only snow showed on the screen. White noise flowed from the speaker.

  Elizabeth dipped her head to my wound. There was a burning sensation, but not an unpleasant one, not like when the knife went in. Her lips were to my wound and I felt it heat up, the tissue around the puncture warmed and the warmth spread throughout the rest of my body.

  I felt a different type of light-headedness now. Not like the lightness from the loss of blood but a different type. It was hard to describe but it
felt good. It was like I’d been plugged into a wall socket and could feel electricity coursing through my body. I had a monstrous hard-on too.

  Elizabeth kissed the head of my dick then put it in her mouth. It felt so good it was almost painful. Then with a smack of her lips she pulled her mouth away.

  She stood up and shed her clothes. Her small body was perfect. I went to reach for her and found that I couldn’t. I was so weak that my arms wouldn’t move.

  “That is alright,” Elizabeth told me. “You defended me. This is all for you.”

  One glance at my wound told me that it was no longer bleeding. In fact, the hole looked to have closed up.

  Elizabeth climbed on top of me and eased herself down and slid me into her body. She slid down slow until I was all the way up inside her.

  “Aaaaaaaahhh,” she breathed out. “That’s nice.”

  “You dam right it is,” I told her.

  Elizabeth did little up and down slow movements, and then side to side. I still couldn’t move but I didn’t care. This was feeling too good to worry about it.

  She was slowly fucking me really good. I’d never been too much for having the woman on top and her doing my work for me but this time I wasn’t about to complain.

  I noticed the sound from the TV was back on and voices coming from it were echoes of the moans and groans we were making. I looked at the screen. A strange porno flick was playing.

  A guy was on a couch on his back. Over the top of him a huge hairy spider was crouched. You could see the spider was going up and down on him and you could see his dick sliding in and out of the spider where you would have thought its mouth was.

  The spider was fucking the daylights out of this guy and he liked it a lot. The guy turned his face to the screen.

  It was my face.

  I looked up at Elizabeth riding up and down on my dick. She was making little Ooooos and Aaaaahhs. I could see superimposed over her, the spider on the screen. It was see-through, but it was there on top of her. It was her.