Atlantis Awakening
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ATLANTIS AWAKENING
The Warriors of Poseidon
ALYSSA DAY
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To my readers, who made the dream a reality.
To the booksellers, who spread the word.
To Judd, who had no doubts.
To Cindy Hwang, who always had faith.
And to Steve Axelrod, who said
it was never “if” but “when.”
Thank you all from the bottom of my heart.
Contents
Acknowledgments
The Warrior’s Creed
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Glossary of Terms
Acknowledgments
Thank you beyond words to the following amazing people:
This one was rough, in that “oh, wow, my brain is melting” sort of way. So I have to give huge chocolate-covered thanks to the best editor in the world, Cindy Hwang, who has the crappy job of herding creative-type authors to try to hit a point somewhere in the same universe as the deadline. Herding cats would be far easier. Hell, herding tigers would be easier. She gets the ulcers, and I get the lovely reader mail, which doesn’t seem fair at all. So I tell her—a lot—how wonderful she is, and if you go to New York, you should tell her, too. She’s the gorgeous one down on Hudson Street. Stop when you hear the sound of teeth grinding.
Leis Pederson, who is chief assistant tiger wrangler and is marvelous at it.
Steve Axelrod, who is so brilliant it’s scary, in a world-domination sort of way; and Lori and Elsie, who make it all work.
Barbara Ferrer and Cindy Holby (see “brain is melting”); Michelle Cunnah (ditto, plus more last-minute critiquing); Eileen Rendahl and Lani Diane Rich (they know why).
My family, who helps me brainstorm. (Yes, I’m still thinking about that Were-Koala, sweetie.)
Dear Readers,
This is a sh
ameless love letter to every one of you. There I was, working away at my writing career, hoping to never, ever be forced to go back to practicing law, and you happened. Atlantis Rising happened! You took a chance on a new series, and my book hit bestseller lists all over the place. And nobody could have been more shocked/happy/grateful/blissed out on champagne than me. So thank you for keeping courtrooms all across the country safe from me. Thank you for the letters and e-mails telling me you had fun with my warriors. And thank you for plunking down your hard-earned cash and coming back for more. You rock. (Oh, and for the official stuff they make me say, see below…)
Thank you for coming along with me on my journey to Atlantis. I hope you’ve enjoyed Conlan’s story in Atlantis Rising and Bastien’s story in “Wild Hearts in Atlantis,” a novella in the anthology Wild Thing. Be sure to look for Justice’s story in Atlantis Unleashed, and Ethan’s story in the anthology Shifter, both coming in spring 2008. Please visit me at www.alyssaday.com for excerpts, bonus short stories, and downloadable screen-savers for members only!
Hugs,
Alyssa
The Warrior’s Creed
We will wait. And watch. And protect.
And serve as first warning on the eve of humanity’s destruction.
Then, and only then, Atlantis will rise.
For we are the Warriors of Poseidon, and the mark of the Trident we bear serves as witness to our sacred duty to safeguard mankind.
Chapter 1
Seattle, Washington
“These are my kind of odds,” Ven said, drawing his sword with his right hand and one of the seven daggers strapped to various parts of his body with his left. “Not even gonna bother with my Glock and its nifty new silver bullets for this mangy crew.”
The vamp leading the gang—flock? herd? What the hells did you call a group of vamps this big?—of vamps that had cornered them in the alley hissed, making sure to show a mouthful of fang. “Prepare to die, human. You are vathhhtly outnumbered,” it threatened, with that peculiar lisp so characteristic of the recently undead. They hadn’t quite yet gotten the hang of talking with a mouthful of tooth.
The alley was everything an alley always was; gray stone and chipped brick, crumbled trash on the ground, and the smell of old urine and fresh despair combining to make Ven seriously twitchy.
Twitchy and amused. He laughed in the vamp’s pasty face. “You’ve got a couple of things wrong, dead boy. First, we’re not human. We’re three of Poseidon’s finest. Second, you’re the one who’s gonna die, so you can kitthh my atthh,” he mocked.
The vamp’s eyes glowed redder, but it sort of danced around a little instead of charging. Ven figured it wasn’t quite prepared to take on six and a half feet of Atlantean warrior carrying a sword at least half that size. But the creature was working up its nerve, especially with his bloodsucker buddies egging him on.
“Silver bullets are not particularly helpful on vampires, as you know, Lord Vengeance,” Brennan replied in his usual even, calm tone, as he pulled a handful of throwing stars, no doubt with some kind of magical spell crap all over them, out of the folds of his long leather coat. “I am unsure as to whether the newly turned, such as these, would be even slightly hindered by silver. It is an interesting question, although perhaps for another time, as to why we are encountering such increasingly high numbers of the newly turned here in the Pacific Northwest.”
“Yeah, I’m thinking another time,” Ven said, trying not to laugh. Trust Brennan to want to get philosophical when faced with imminent death-by-bloodsucker. The horde—yeah, horde was good—horde of vamps edged back a little bit.
They were hissing and screaming some truly vile threats, sure, but they moved back. After Ven, Alexios, and Brennan had spent an entire week in this rainy part of the world, the word had gotten out about how deadly Brennan was with his pretty little toys. Too bad he’d probably had to play footsies with some witch to get the weapons magicked up. Except for bloodsuckers and shape-shifters, there wasn’t much that Ven hated more than witches and their kind. Especially witches who dabbled with the dark.
“Shut up, already. I’m counting,” Alexios growled at them. “Seventeen, eighteen…oh, yeah, can’t forget the big, bad, and seriously ugly one lurking behind the Dumpster. Nineteen to three odds, girls.” He shook his head. “That doesn’t split three ways. I call dibs on the leftover.”
“Age before beauty, Goldilocks,” Ven said, baring his teeth in what might pass for a smile. Then he whirled around, sword arm already in motion, to catch the vamp who’d tried to sneak up on them by scaling his creepy ass down the side of the building behind them.
Ven yelled in triumph as the vamp’s head smashed down on the ground. Its body followed a few seconds later. “Okay, we’re all evened up. Six each, boys?”
“For Poseidon!” Alexios called out in response, grinning like a fool. The scarred half of his face pulled and twisted down the side of his mouth, so he probably looked like an insane apparition or a wickedly bad dream to the newbie vamps. Ven watched as three of them in the back of the mob did some kind of signaling thing to each other and turned to flee.
Quicker than a bolt of lightning riding the waves of a sea storm, Brennan’s hand flashed out once, twice, three times, and the three went down, screaming, clouds of smoke rising from their backs. “I would never stab an honorable opponent in the back,” Brennan said. “Luckily, these undead have no honor.”
Brennan flashed a glance that Ven almost swore was smug—if Brennan could even do smug—at Alexios. “I believe that is fifty percent of my total?”
The vamps must have taken that as a sign, because they attacked in a swarm of hissing and shrieking, flashing their fangs and claws. Alexios shouted out a wild laugh and hurled himself into the thick of them, sword flashing and dagger plunging. Ven leapt into the air, shimmering into mist as he pushed off the ground and rematerialized behind the front row of his attackers. “Surprise, you sorry excuse for Dracula wannabes! Just call me Ven Helsing! Get it?”
Nobody laughed. Guess a sense of humor didn’t travel well beyond the grave. With one stroke, Ven cut off the heads of three of the vamps, who’d very helpfully lined up, shoulder to shoulder, in order to attack him. “Personal best, Brennan! Three for one! Did you see that?”
“Lovely, Your Highness,” Brennan replied, pulling his dagger out of the chest of one of the vamps with one hand and simultaneously hurling another shooting star with the other. “Your brother will be so proud.”
Ven tore into two more, using his dagger and sword, then groaned as a vamp behind him got the drop on him long enough to dig its filthy, unhygienic claws into the side of his neck. “Damn you!” He finished off the ones in front of him and whipped his head to the side, but couldn’t disengage the feral vamp, who now had a hand wrapped in Ven’s hair and was trying to get close enough to bite him. “Get your nasty-ass fangs away from me! And where have your hands been? I’m going to have to disinfect myself after this.”
The vamp reared its head back and struck, but Ven threw an elbow up to block its chest. Still, the undead thing was so close Ven could smell its rancid breath. Which was way, way too close. “Okay, but don’t say I didn’t warn you,” he said, then reached up with the hand not holding off the vamp and sliced clear through its arm with his dagger. The vamp fell back and away from him, shrieking, but its hand still dangled from Ven’s neck by its claws.
“I am so gonna need some freaking iodine,” Ven snarled, ripping the now unattached hand out of his neck, pulling what felt like half his skin with it. He clapped a hand to his profusely bleeding neck and whirled around to gauge the remaining threat.
Only to see that the threat was entirely gone. Nineteen vamps lay all around him in various states of decomposing acidic slime. Alexios leaned up against the wall, boots carefully away from any of the crud, and Brennan crouched on the edge of the metal Dumpster, five feet off the ground.
“So. Good job, boys,” Ven said, scanning the area for signs of any of
the now permanently dead vamps’ buddies.
“Yeah, nice of you to notice. I took out my six, by the way,” Alexios said, grinning. “Your Highness.”
“Call me that again, and I’ll kick your ass for you, my friend,” Ven said, leaning down to wipe his blades on a clean piece of cloth that had fluttered to the ground from somebody’s shirt.
“My own tally was six as well, Lord Vengeance,” Brennan said, leaping down off the Dumpster to a clear spot on the alley pavement. “You yourself accounted for the remaining seven, I believe.”
“You must be slipping a little, Ven,” Alexios said, shaking his head sadly. “You would have killed at least ten of them in the old days. Getting old, coming up on the big five-oh-oh.”
Ven glared at him. “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up now, ladies. You didn’t think Ven Helsing was funny, but you laugh at me now? Losers.”
He glumly sheathed his sword, but then a cheerful thought occurred to him. “Ha! Just wait till the Council gets you in their sights for the maiden-in-stasis lotto. As high-ranking sons of your respective Houses, you know you’re heading down the same path of doom that I am. But for now, we’re free to find some women who meet my top two requirements: they have to be—”
A new voice cut him off. “Yeah, yeah, we know. Brainless and forgettable.”
Ven had his sword up blocking his face before the second yeah, but now he lowered his weapon and laughed. “You got it, Christophe. Brainless and forgettable. Hanging back while we fought the vamps, were you?”