RISEN
(book #6 of the Vampire Legends)
emma knight
Also by Emma Knight
SWORN (Book #1 of the Vampire Legends)
TAKEN (Book #2 of the Vampire Legends)
BITTEN (Book #3 of the Vampire Legends)
CHOSEN (Book #4 of the Vampire Legends)
AWAKENED (Book #5 of the Vampire Legends)
Copyright © 2013 by Emma Knight
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CONTENTS
CHAPTER ONE
Rachel held Benji’s face in her hands as he leaned in to kiss her, and she had never felt skin so smooth. His eyes opened, and in those eyes, she could see all the love shining out towards her. She felt hypnotized. As their lips met, she felt herself transported to another world, his lips so smooth, the kiss magical.
She opened her eyes, and looked at him and he said, “I love you with everything that I am.”
She looked into his eyes and tried to remember. She was confused.
“Who are you?” she asked. She felt deep inside her soul that she knew him, but somehow she could not remember.
“Don’t you remember?” Benji asked.
She tried with everything that she had, but she just could not remember.
Suddenly, Benji started slipping away from her. Falling backwards, over a cliff. She reached out to grab him, but she felt him slipping away and watched horrified as he went plunging down, disappearing into a cloud.
Rachel blinked and found herself standing in front of her grandmother’s house. She lifted her finger to ring the doorbell, but saw that it was broken and hanging from its socket. She then made a tight fist and knocked loudly on the stained glass front door, waiting for her to open it. She heard the pitter patter of footsteps coming towards the door and as she opened the large door, which creaked on its hinges, there stood an old lady with long straight gray hair, staring back at her with fierce eyes.
Before she knew it, her grandmother, who looked nothing like the woman she’d remembered grabbed her and threw her into the dungeon of her house. There were other kids trapped in there, screaming for their freedom. She heard the door slam behind her and watched the woman, who she thought to be her grandmother walking away coldly, screaming, “You will stay here until you die my kiddies!”
Rachel’s body jolted and then she started to see her body shaking in front of her. She was no longer in the dungeon, but now she was a top a grand castle somewhere, she couldn’t make out where though. She stood there watching as an outsider her body morph into something she couldn’t quite make out. Her fingernails grew long talons, and her teeth grew into fangs, her skin became sensitive and the small tiny hairs stood on their ends at the sight of the animals roaming around down below. She felt the shirt she was wearing begin to tear on the back as her wings protruded out of them. Her wings were big, bigger than any bird she’d ever seen and they were clear and scaly, she could see through them all the way down to her bones and the blue blood vessels flowing through them. Then, as if she couldn’t wait one more second to taste the blood of the animals below she leapt high into the air, higher than she’d ever leapt before and waited for her wings to spring into action, but they didn’t. Rachel let out the loudest scream as she fell down to her death on the ground far below and then started twitching and convulsing.
She woke sweating and with a jolt as the train came to a halting stop. “Last and final stop of this train is Simmesport. Please check around you seat for all your personal belongings and make your way to the front of the train. I repeat, this is the last stop on this train. Everyone must get off.”
