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  ENDLESS

  Book Five in the ‘Serenity’ Series

  eBook Edition

  ISBN 978-0-9571524-3-4

  Copyright © 2013 Marissa Farrar

  Warwick House Press

  Edited by Wade-Staten Services

  Cover art by Marissa Farrar

  License Notes

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  Publisher’s Note

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  TABLE OF CONTENTS

  *You can click on the title to be taken to the selection. Additionally, clicking on the chapter titles will bring you back to the table of contents.

  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

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-one

  Chapter Twenty-two

  Chapter Twenty-three

  Chapter Twenty-four

  For the little life that has been growing inside me during the writing of this book. I can’t wait to meet you.

  Acknowledgments

  The longer I write for, the more I realize how important all the people surrounding me are. I couldn’t do this job without the support of my husband, and even the distraction of my children who prevent me from falling into a fantasy-obsessed parallel world of my own making. As much as I often resent being dragged back to reality, I understand it’s a necessity!

  On a professional level, I would like to thank my editor, Shontrell Wade of Wade Staten Services for her hard work. My work would not shine anywhere near as bright without your red pen.

  I’d also like to thank my proofreader, Lori Whitwam, for her keen eye and lovely words.

  Finally, a huge thanks to my mum, Glynis Elliott, for being my first reader, grammar Nazi, and best friend. Your constant encouragement means the world to me.

  Chapter One

  On the morning of her thirteenth birthday, Elizabeth opened her eyes and immediately squeezed them shut again. Sunlight pierced the room like slants of light glinting off a blade, spiking through her brain. The pain started behind her eyes and spread, culminating right where her skull joined her neck. She groaned and picked up her feather pillow, clamping it down over her head. What the hell? Had her mom come in and opened the drapes or something?

  She edged the pillow off her head and risked opening an eye. The light was still painfully bright, but she could see the drapes were drawn. From downstairs, pans clanged and clashed like symbols—her mom making breakfast.

  What the heck is she making so much noise for? Each bang and crash hurt her ears, as though the pots were being hit right next to her head, making her wince, her head pounding. The pain ballooned behind her eyeballs, as if her brain had swollen during the night and was now trying to force its way out of her head.

  And something else was different.

  She shifted in her bed. A wet stickiness was between her thighs, gluing her underwear to her body. A dull cramp seized her abdomen, twisting her guts, and she groaned, curling in on herself. The agony was enough to make her forget her headache for the moment.

  “Mom!” she called out as the pain subsided. Tentatively, she placed a hand between her legs. She knew what she’d see before she even brought her hand back into her line of vision. She’d smelled the metallic tang of blood the moment she’d woken. However, the sight of red on her fingertips stirred a mixture of emotions inside her—uneasiness combined with a strange kind of excitement. This was her first time; she’d finally left her childhood behind her.

  Her mother’s footsteps were like a drum pounding on the hallway floor toward her room. Elizabeth pressed the pillow closer to her head, trying to drown out the sound.

  Her bedroom door cracked open and fresh streams of light burst through the gap, like sunlight catching on snow.

  Serenity’s head poked through, a smile on her still youthful face, a result of the vampire blood she took each month. Her mom didn’t look a day over twenty-eight, something Elizabeth thought people would start commenting on soon enough. Even living in Los Angeles, people would figure out that the best of plastic surgeons couldn’t leave someone looking that good.

  “Hey, honey,” she said, entering the room. “Happy birthday!”

  “I got my period,” Elizabeth replied, her voice a mumble in the pillow.

  The footsteps crossed the room and the bed sank as Serenity’s weight sat on the edge. “Oh, honey. That’s great, right?”

  “Is it?”

  The warmth of her mother’s hand made contact with her back, rubbing between her shoulder blades in slow circles like she had done when Elizabeth was small. “It means you’re not a little girl anymore. You’re becoming a young woman.”

  “Yeah, well, I feel like crap.”

  “Elizabeth!”

  She forced her head out from beneath the pillow, squinting at her mom in the still too-bright light “Sorry, but I do. My head’s killing me.”

  Serenity’s mouth turned down, a line of worry appearing between her brows. “Oh, that’s no good. I don’t want you to be sick on your birthday. I expect it’s all the hormones throwing your body into a bit of a spin. How about you get yourself cleaned up and I’ll get you some painkillers.”

  “Has Dad called yet?” Sometimes he called really early, before it got light.

  Serenity shook her head. “Not yet. He probably didn’t want to wake you. I’m sure he’ll call tonight.”

  “’Kay.” Elizabeth didn’t doubt that her father would call. Even after what had happened, he’d done everything he could to stay in touch with her—calling every day, sending her presents from all over the world. It wasn’t the same as having him around—of course it wasn’t—but she knew the reason for him not living with them had nothing to do with him not loving her.

  She remembered that day, all those years ago, when he’d hurt her old nanny, Bridget. When he’d killed Bridget. The thought still managed to twist something deep inside of her, a pain she’d never come to terms with. She’d loved Bridget, but she loved her father too. She knew what happened hadn’t been his fault, but that didn’t make the horrible fist in her guts go away.

  When she’d been younger, she hadn’t understood his reasons for leaving quite so easily. She remembered being so angry at first, angry and impossibly sad at everyone, including herself. Sebastian had left because he was frightened of hurting her, or of someone else using him to hurt her. Elizabeth had been mad with herself for being so fragile, feeling as though she’d driven him away somehow simply by being as human as she was. She’d also been angry with her mother for not fighting harder, for taking her father’s point of view. For a long time, she’d been the angriest with Sebastian for doing what he had and for leaving them alone again.

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nbsp; But that had been years ago now, and those earlier emotions had long since started to fade.

  Elizabeth climbed out of bed and checked her sheets. Streaks of dark red marred the cream cotton. With a sigh, she reached across the bed and picked up her pillows and duvet, throwing them to the floor. Then she stripped off the stained sheet and bundled it into a ball before dumping it in her laundry basket. Her closet held a change of bedding, so she forced herself to pull out a clean sheet and remade her bed, trying to ignore the pounding in her head, knowing she’d want to climb right back in again after she’d cleaned herself up.

  She made her way to her bathroom, grabbing a change of clothes on the way. The smell of blood seemed to fill the room, making her stomach churn in an uneasy way. God, if it was going to be like this every month, she’d never be able to leave the house. She’d be too damned embarrassed, never mind how awful she felt.

  As if in reaction to her thoughts, her lower abdomen cramped again and she stopped to clutch at the bathroom door frame. She bent double, waiting for the pain to ease.

  No wonder this was called the curse in the old days.

  She pushed the door shut, closing out the painful light streaming in through the drapes on her bedroom window. Thank goodness there are no windows in here. Her whole body seemed to sag with relief, the pain in her head dimming to a dull ache. She removed her clothes and threw her ruined underwear into the small silver trash can under the sink. They were beyond saving. She turned on the shower and stepped under the hot spray, swirling the blood in a diluted pink around her feet.

  She sighed again. How typical for her to feel so crappy on her birthday. She had plans with her friends to head to the mall later to grab something to eat—with her mom promising to only lurk in the background and not sit with them—and she’d been looking forward to being a proper teenage girl. Now, she only wanted to climb back into bed and stay there.

  Feeling cleaner—though still with a pounding headache and an ache in her belly like someone had punched her—she climbed out of the shower and carefully dried off on a clean towel. She normally loved the thick white towels, but now wished they were a different color. She didn’t want to make a mess of them as well.

  A number of girls in her class had already gotten their periods, and her mom had stocked her medicine cabinet in expectation of the event. She was grateful for that now, not needing to suffer the extra embarrassment of having to ask for sanitary products.

  Elizabeth dressed in clean underwear and a t-shirt, not bothering with any pants. She certainly didn’t intend on going anywhere just yet.

  She opened the bathroom door and squinted once more against the painfully bright light. She turned her face away and lifted one arm to shield her eyes. What the hell is going on with the sunlight today? It might be spring in L.A., but she felt like she was dealing with the sun in the middle of the desert. She found herself wishing they’d not had the blackout blinds removed after Sebastian left. On top of dealing with the light, the scent of bacon frying drifted up the stairs, pungent and overwhelming. The scent made her stomach churn, bile rushing to the back of her mouth, her throat closing over.

  Jeez, what’s mom cooking? The food smelled off.

  She crossed the room and stopped to scowl at the window and the painful shards of light that managed to pierce through the drapes. Moving quickly, she grabbed the soft, chenille throw from the bottom of her bed and clambered onto her dresser to throw the blanket over the top of the drapes. Immediately, the level of light dropped and her pounding head began to subside. More slowly, she got down and climbed back into bed, sliding beneath the soft sheets and curling up on her side.

  Her mother’s footsteps clomped back along the hallway, sounding as if she were wearing bricks strapped to her feet, and a moment later the bedroom door opened. Serenity walked in, a tall glass of water clutched in one hand and a small bottle of pills in the other.

  “God, Mom. What are you doing down there?”

  “Making you a birthday breakfast,” she said in surprise. “What did you think I was doing?”

  “I don’t know, but it sounds like you’re trying to remodel the house, and whatever you’re cooking smells awful.”

  Serenity’s eyebrows arched. “Thanks. I take it you’re not up to food then?”

  Elizabeth made a retching face.

  “Here, take these at least.” Serenity opened the bottle and handed her a couple of pills. “They’ll make you feel better. And you found some sanitary napkins didn’t you? You were okay with using them?”

  Elizabeth’s cheeks heated. “Mom! I’m not a little kid, you know.”

  Serenity’s hands went up in defense. “Okay, okay. I’m just trying to look out for you. It doesn’t matter how big you get, you’ll always be a little girl to me.”

  Elizabeth popped one of the pills in her mouth and chased it down with the water, knocking her head back to get the medicine down. It left a bitter taste in her mouth. She didn’t like having to take medication. In fact, she couldn’t even remember another time when she’d needed to. Rarely, if ever, did she get sick.

  Serenity frowned and placed a hand on Elizabeth’s forehead. “Maybe I should call the doctor?”

  Elizabeth groaned and rolled over, hiding her face back in the pillow, removing her forehead from her mother’s touch. “No, don’t do that. How many moms call the doctor just ’cause their daughter got their period for the first time?”

  “Hmm. Well, you don’t have a fever or anything.”

  Elizabeth lifted her face to look at her mother once more, but couldn’t do so without squinting. “I just need some more sleep, Mom. Stop fussing.”

  “Hey, I’m your mother. It’s my job to fuss.” She pursed her lips. “Are you sure I can’t get you anything else? You’ve not even had your presents yet.”

  “I’ll have them when I wake up.”

  “Even the one from your dad?”

  “Yeah.” She rolled over and picked up her pillow, pressing it back down over her head. “It’s not going anywhere.”

  “Oh, right.”

  She sensed her mother’s surprise. Normally, she was so eager to get her hands on anything her father sent her. Sometimes he mailed her funny things from foreign countries, like menus with bizarre English translations, things he knew would make her laugh. But other times, he sent her precious things—hand-dived pearls from Tahiti or a beautiful green stone from New Zealand.

  Wherever he was in the world, she knew he was always thinking about them.

  Even though she wanted Sebastian around, she had to admit life had been much quieter since her father left. No one had been kidnapped, hurt or threatened. For the most part, anything paranormal had stayed away. Even her visions had calmed down, making it easier for her to fit in, though she still wasn’t exactly the most popular girl in school. With her porcelain skin—which burned so easily in the Los Angeles sunshine—and her shock of dark hair, she was a far cry from all the blonde, honey-skinned girls that seemed to make up the cool-kid crowd. Still, she had her little group of friends, and she was happy with that.

  Her mother bent over her, pressing her warm lips against the top of Elizabeth’s forehead—the only part of her face still exposed. Though she wouldn’t admit it out loud, she was glad her mom was here to look after her. They’d all struggled over the past few years, her mom as much as anyone. Elizabeth knew Serenity missed Sebastian, but she also knew her mother wasn’t totally alone. Vincent, the vampire Elizabeth still struggled to think of as Bridget’s son, came around occasionally. It was normally late at night and her mom thought she’d kept his visits a secret, but Elizabeth heard them speaking in low, serious tones from the living room.

  Elizabeth wasn’t stupid, she was perfectly aware the big vampire wanted more from her mother—something she didn’t intend on giving too much thought to—but she also recognized the affection and longing in her mother’s voice whenever she overheard her mom and Sebastian speaking. Her mom wouldn’t tell her dad th
at she missed him and not mean it.

  With the pillow still over her head, she didn’t see her mom turn from the bed. The click of the door came, signaling her leaving. Elizabeth closed her eyes against the world that had suddenly become too bright and too loud and allowed herself to drift off to sleep.

  Chapter Two

  Serenity started to head down the hall toward the stairs and then paused. She cast an anxious glance back over her shoulder toward Elizabeth’s bedroom. She hoped Elizabeth was all right. Her daughter never got sick, so for her to suddenly be unwell worried her more than it might most parents.

  She’s got her first period. Her hormones are going haywire.

  She sighed and got her feet moving, heading back down the big staircase and into the kitchen. On the dark granite breakfast bar sat a little pile of cards and presents. She’d made scrambled eggs and bacon with a side of waffles for a special breakfast, but she guessed she’d be eating alone. Her heart weighed heavily inside her chest. How often she ate alone now. With Elizabeth getting older, she spent less and less time at home, preferring instead to spend time with her friends. When she was home, the girl seemed permanently attached to either her phone or her computer.

  She gave a rueful smile. Sebastian would never have allowed such a thing to happen. He’d always hated technology. She imagined there would have been no end to arguments about all the electronic devices if he’d still been around.

  Helping herself to a moderate portion of the food she’d cooked, she sat down to eat. The bacon was crispy and salty, the eggs light and soft, but she struggled to enjoy the meal. She finished up and considered saving the remainder for later, but decided against it and emptied the pan into the trash. It was Elizabeth’s birthday, after all. She’d cook her something fresh when she got up if she wanted something to eat.