UNNATURALS
by
DEAN J ANDERSON
BLURB
Unnaturals tried to kill Mason Douglas and his family.
Big mistake.
He became The Butcher, a cold relentless Hunter with a vendetta that took him across the world.
And now, on his return home to Australia - to mend his heart, soul and family - his destiny collides with a millennia-old struggle between strange Gods. Their prize is Earth. Their warriors are warring races of Unnaturals: the Bloodells and the Darkells.
As an unlikely alliance forms between Natural and Unnatural - between the Douglas clan and the Darkells - Mason's family grows in unexpected ways… not all of whom are human.
Sparks fly, lust inspires, and love ignores all the boundaries as the very definition of family changes.
Prepare to push your boundaries.
DEDICATION
Family
Without their unwavering support and understanding this novel would not exist.
For my wife and son, Elaine and Thomas, for keeping me sane and grounded.
To my other family, the Bundy Writers Club, especially Enid and Sanders.
Without them I would have never had the courage to do this.
CHAPTER 1
Fear tainted the air.
Mason didn't care. He ignored the stares of the Londoners giving him a wide berth in the street. The girl, nothing more than a shadow to the people passing him by, was all he wanted. The lights of a passing bus made her shy away, back into the darkness of a closed doorway.
`Mason?' Max's voice came as a whisper in his tiny earpiece. `You're drawing attention. Move.'
He didn't reply. He knew Max was across the street, ready and armed.
`Hell, Mason. Try to control it...'
Mason moved. The girl had disappeared into the doorway and he followed. Steps led downwards, out of the cold rain and into the abandoned Underground. Traffic noise faded. The dusty platform showed no signs of her passing. He dropped onto the tracks, moving down the tunnel.
He stopped. Stood motionless in the darkness. Listening, slowing his heartbeat and sharpening his hearing.
There. A whisper of a heartbeat that wasn't his.
`Mason!' The word boomed in his ear and he ripped out the earpiece, crushing it under a heel. No distractions this time.
A whisper from the darkness. `You're good.'
`You're not bad yourself,' he said, moving towards her, one step at a time. She moved and he focused, seeing her clearly. Long dark hair rustled as she brushed wayward strands off a pale face. She looked almost familiar.
`So,' she said, cautious. `You know what you're getting yourself into here?'
`Uh-huh.' He took a slow breath, pushing down the urge building inside.
Her fingers touched the scars on his neck, trailing down to his chest. `You're no stranger to pain.'
`No,' he whispered.
`You're different.'
`No one normal does this.' He touched her hair, inhaling her sweet scent. He could barely taste the taint buried deep in the pheromones she gave off.
`No,' she agreed, unbuttoning his shirt. `Oh my.'
The cool of her hands on his chest caught his breath. He controlled a tremor as she traced a finger across the huge flame-shaped scar on his chest. `Where did you get this?'
`Back home in Australia.' He remembered Australia. The blood. The pain. The darkness rose up in him. `A car bomb at my parents' funeral.'
She pressed against him. Her scent changed to equal parts hunger and fear. `Fuck!'
It didn't matter. He had her.
Mason grabbed her around the neck as she bit into his chest. Her nails tore at flesh that was now rock hard. He ripped her away and held her at arm's length, her feet flailing in mid-air.
`Where have they gone?'
`Butcher! Screw you!' she spat back at him.
Razor sharp nails raked uselessly against his face. He squeezed her tighter.
`Where have the Bloodells clans gone into hiding? Tell me!' He shook her hard. Her foot lashed out, missing his face. He hurled her against the brick wall and was on her before she could recover.
`Just kill me, you fucking animal,' she hissed, writhing under his weight. Mason held her wrists tightly in his hands, leaning in close.
`Maybe.' He looked down at her. They all deserved to die. But there was something about this one. A leg lashed his back. `Stop it,' he growled, pressing down harder, cracking a rib.
`Bastard,' she snarled. `Why should I tell you anything? You'll kill me anyway.' Pheromones swirled thick around him, trying to distract him.
`Enough of that.' He pressed down and heard two more ribs crack.
`Okay!' she howled. `What was left of the Bloodells fled the Americas. You hunted most of them down. Guess it took them a while to understand how big a freak you are.'
`I didn't choose this. You chose to accept their sickness, all for the thrill and glimpse of what it would be like to be one of them. You chose to be a hybrid.'
`Not everyone had a choice.' She held his eyes, letting him see into her. Mason relaxed. He could see no lie in her.
`Very well. You're not a willing follower.' He moved so she could breathe easier. `Tell me more about the Bloodells.'
`Why? You're just going to kill me.'
`Bloodells killed my mother and father and tried to kill my wife and son.' He watched her closely. She reminded him of someone. `But you're the first unwilling hybrid I've met. Maybe you're not one of them.'
`No, I'm just something they feed from and fuck when they want. I don't know anything, other than they took everything they had, like they weren't coming back soon.' She went still. `Is he with you?' she asked, nodding towards the third heartbeat that had entered their space.
`Uh-huh.' He sighed and stood up. `What's your name?'
She
