Here it is

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Also a little disclaimer... this teaser is subject to change because it is a work in process...











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            The alley
was dark but she didn’t care.  She leaned
heavily against the cold brick wall and tried to control her shaking.  There had only been a few instances she’d
ever been so mad in her life, and this was one of them.  The nerve of a near stranger talking to her
like she was a common whore was beyond maddening.  She closed her eyes and tilted her head back
against the wall.  Slowly she began to
count, and with each number, her body began to relax and her fury begin to
recede.

. . . She’d lost track of how long she had been in the alley,
but when she opened her eyes something felt off.  The tiny hairs on the back of her neck began
to stand on end.

. . . At the end of the alley, a large form stepped into
view, launching her heart into her throat. Her hand fumbled behind her for the
door knob, but to her dismay it was locked. 
She bit down on her lip to keep from crying out in frustration.  Her eyes darted around, trying to find a
quick escape.  There was only one other
way out of the alley, and that was the way the stranger was coming from.  She was trapped and the only thing left for
her to do was fight. 




*  
*   *




            When Jerrick
looked up, Kyra’s friend was staring accusingly down at him from the side of
the table.  He assumed she was the one
appointed to take his order.  He looked
over her shoulder searching for Kyra but didn’t see her.  Tiny alarm bells sounded in his head.

            “Where’s
Kyra?” he asked, trying to keep his voice calm. 
His eyes began to search the room. 


            “What in the
hell did you say to her,” Alexa demanded.

            “Nothing.  Where is she?” he pressed.

            “She’s on
break out back.  What did you say?” she
snapped.

            “Out back?”

            “Yeah, she
probably went outside to take a beather because apparently you really
pissed her the hell off.”

            Jerrick
pushed away from his seat and moved past Alexa, bumping into her on his way.

            “Excuse you,”
she muttered.

            Casually but
quickly, he made his way to the front entrance. 
It took every ounce of strength he possessed not to use his speed and
run from the room.  As he reached the
front door and walked into the chilly night, he prayed that nothing had
happened to her.  He would never forgive
himself.

            As he made
his way down the sidewalk toward the corner of the building, an ear splitting
scream tore through the night.  His heart
plummeted as he bolted, full speed, toward the alley.  At this point he didn’t care if the humans
saw him.  His only concern was to get to
Kyra, and if she made it out alive, he would apologize until the end of time.




*  
*   *




            Kyra didn’t
know where her strength came from but she used it.  The man lunged for her, but she side-stepped
him easily and bolted down the alley. 
She didn’t make it three steps before a strong arm surrounded her waist
and dragged her back.  How in the hell
had he moved so quickly? 

            As he pulled
her back, she dug her heels into the pavement, trying to make it as difficult
as she could on him.  He was easily three
times her size, so she stood little or no chance of beating him.  That thought made her fight harder, but he
moved her as if she weighed no more than a bag of flour.

            “Kiernan wants to see you,” he whispered harshly in her
ear.  The overwhelming stench of rotting
flesh made bile rise in her throat. 

            “Kiernan?”  A feeling of déjà vu settled over her.  Where had she heard that before?  It didn’t matter.  She didn’t have time to ponder the
weirdness.  She needed to get free from
this goon and whatever “Kiernan” had planned for her.

            Leaning
forward and then throwing her head back as hard as she could, she smashed the
guy’s nose.  He cursed violently and
loosened his grip enough for her to twist away. 
The toe of her boot caught on a pothole and she pitched forward, landing
hard on her hands and knees, sending bone jarring pain through her body.  As she tried to regain her footing, a large
hand closed around her ankle.  She cried
out as the bones crunched beneath his grasp.

            Pain
threatened to envelope her, but she refused to let it.  Instead, she got mad, allowing the anger to
burn through her and the pain vanished. 
She rolled onto her back and planted a foot in his midsection.  He released a loud grunt and lost his balance
long enough for Kyra to climb to her feet. 
When he rushed her again, she was ready for him.

The first punch she landed between his eyes hurt her hand,
but the surge of adrenaline made her quickly forget it as she leaped up on the
dumpster with an agility that surprised even her.  She felt alive and so . . . strong!  The man grabbed at her ankle again, but she
stepped back.

            “I don’t
think so,” she said, stomping in his face with the bottom of her foot.  The loud crunching of his cheek bone should
have made her sick, but it didn’t.  It
made her want to hurt him more. 

            “You little
bitch,” he howled.

            She flipped
over his head and landed easily on the ground behind him.  The urge to kill surged through her like hot
lava.  She leapt onto his back and
wrapped her arm around his neck, and her legs around his thick waist.  She was crushing his windpipe beneath her
forearm, but it didn’t seem to phase him as he kept flailing and trying to get
her off his back.

            Throwing
himself backward, he rammed her into a wall, knocking the wind from her
lungs.  She lost her grip and slid from
his back.  He turned and clasped her by
the throat, lifting her completely from the ground.

            “Andreas wants
you alive, but he didn’t say you had to be in one piece.”  The moon shifted from behind the clouds and
she watched in horror as his lips curled back and his incisors elongated into
fangs.

            “Vampire?”
she hissed.  Somehow this didn’t surprise
her.  It was like it was something she
already knew.

            He lunged
for her neck but she jabbed him in the eye. 
She pushed her thumb as deep as it would go and felt it give with a
slight pop.  Then a breeze shifted and
the smell of blood reached her.  She lost
her grip on his face and looked down at her other hand.          His
dark blood dripped onto her shirt.  The
smell alone was enticing.  Her mouth
began to water and she felt something sharp press against her lip.

She traced the sharp point with her tongue, but had little
time to think about what was happening. 
As the scent of blood grew stronger, her head grew lighter.  She let out a feral scream and launched
herself at the man.  Everything went
black.




            When Jerrick
rounded the corner to the alley, he skidded to a stop.  Nothing could have prepared him for what he
saw.  Kyra was crouched low, tearing away
part of the man’s neck with her teeth. 
She sensed him watching and her head snapped up; she let loose a low
growl and crouched lower over her kill.

            He felt as
if he’d been punched in the gut.  Kyra
was a vampire?  He watched, never taking
his eyes off her as he reached for his phone. 
He pressed the speed dial and Ren answered after the second ring.

            “Yo, yo, yo.
What’s up dog?”

            “We have a
problem,” he said quietly. “I need you and Ericka down at the bar.  Now!”

            “What’s
wrong?”

            Jerrick
heard him tell Ericka and then sounds of moving around.  Seconds later a door closed.  “Just get to the alley beside the bar.  Bring your weapons and whatever you do, be
quiet.”







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Thanks for looking guys... Also, the release date for UnderCity is still up in the air, but I am hoping to have it finished and ready for purchase by the end of March, early April.