Free Calling for a Miracle [The Order of Vampyres 2] (Siren Publishing Classic) by Lydia Michaels

is draining them of blood from the neck. The DA has yet to release any reports of sexual assault.”
    The screen switched to a man standing on the steps of a police station. The reporter, Destiny, was there as well, but dressed in different clothing. “District Attorney Schwartz,” she began, pressing her microphone in the direction of the other man. “Can you comment on whether any of these women have suffered any other signs of assault prior to their deaths?”
    The man appeared rather serious and sternly replied, “I am not at liberty to comment. However, I would like to state, for the record, these are women of our community. They are mothers, daughters, wives, and sisters. Many of them have left families and friends behind. The majority of these women were reportedly camping in what has always been a favorable environment for such recreation. I want to make this perfectly clear. Until whatever is out there is caught, these woods are not safe. Whatever is killing these women is strong and large. Do not be foolish and tempt fate. I would also like to advise the men and women out there planning on participating in the upcoming hunting season. Do not try to be a hero. If you see an animal approaching, use your head. Get to safety or better yet, get out of there.”
    The screen switched back to a split-screen shot of Destiny and the man at the desk. “Tragic,” the man at the desk declared.
    “It is, Mike. While we wait for the identity of this most recent Jane Doe to be announced, families throughout the community are struggling with the loss of loved ones. We will keep the victims like Dane and Cybil Foster in our thoughts and hope that we can soon bring whatever or whoever is out there wreaking such havoc to justice. This is Destiny Santos, reporting live from Jim Thorpe, Channel Six News.”
    The screen cut away and the woman was gone. Cain turned and thought for a moment. Bodies drained of blood. Twelve victims. All women. Could it be?
    Movement to his left followed by a soft waking sigh and a warm hand reaching for him under the sheet caught his attention. He had a lot to do. He needed to check on Larissa then he needed to head home to see what was happening with his mother. Perhaps he should have a quick look in the woods surrounding Jim Thorpe before he returned to the farm. But first, he would enjoy the luscious blonde sharing his bed one last time.

Chapter 5

    Eleazar stood in the shadows of the trees just off the shoulder of the highway. As the autumn chills approached, greens began to fade and then burst into vibrant hues of plum, sienna, and gold. Every ordinary background was now an extraordinary display of nature’s beauty. Horizons dappled in lustrous shades selfishly detracted from every sunset that would be that season. He had always found fall to be life’s most radiant bow before surrendering to winter’s cold. Yet, there was no sense of beauty where he stood now, only a sense of depravity lurking nearby.
    Upon rising that evening, he had felt an undeniable pull to come to this exact place. He recognized it as if he had been there before but his mind knew he had not. Cars rushed by in the dark night, shushing past with the fleeting impression of mortal thoughts tickling Eleazar’s mind. The establishment across the freeway was a nondescript building with several cars occupying the lot. Club Silhouettes.
    He frowned. Why was he there? He had gone to bed hours before with a plan to travel east, yet here he stood, decidedly west, watching this place, without a clue as to why. He made to turn and continue on his search, but some deep part of his soul objected, causing his body to pivot once more and take in the slate-colored stucco building. Glancing over his shoulder, he frowned. He battled with his common sense telling him to move on and his instincts insisting he get closer.
    On a sigh he traveled across the street, hopped the median, and slipped into the lot between two parked cars. He heard a