Death Companion( Chronicles of Blake Hunter)

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Death’s Companion

Chronicles of Blake Hunter

CHAPTER ONE

Excerpt

“What the hell, Blake! Get out, you freak!” she shouted, throwing a pillow at

my head. My infuriating roommate and her booty call thighs were

intertwined with his while her hair was tangled, like a bird’s nest. His skinny

body was on top of hers and her arms were around his waist urging him on.

The bed sheets half covered their naked bodies as they froze from their

passion filled activities to stare in shock and embarrassment at me. Well at

least he was embarrassed, unlike my roommate who smirked at me

completely uninhibited. What a whore ,

“Don’t Blake me; this is my room too which doesn’t include Jack,

Derek, Jacob and your latest conquest,” I said, pointing at the current man

between her legs. My roommate, Tara pushed her lover aside, not

bothering to cover her bare body and stood in front of me, naked as a blue

jay.



“How I spend my time is none of your business whether it’s in class,

in the library poring over books like you or in the arms of a passionate

man.”

She smirked at me like she knew something I didn’t. “Why? Are you

jealous? I bet you’re just green with envy.”

I laughed so hard I was sure I was heard in every dorm in our floor.

As I fell over from my hysterical laughter her face became crimson and she

shook with anger. Her comment entertained me which fueled her anger and

I was enjoying it immensely, so I laughed harder.

“I know you’re a whore, but I had no idea you were delusional. There

is no reason for me to be jealous of that and do you know what you are,

Tara?” I looked at her expectantly, but when she didn’t answer me I

continued, “A cheap whore who belongs on a street corner doing what you

do best instead of going to this fine university.”

She approached me and I braced myself for impact, but when she

didn’t slash out I smirked and went to get my jogging gear. When I came

back with my black tights, black tank, black snickers, my iPod and my water

bottle I confronted her again with a more serious tone.



“When I come back he better be gone and the next time you bring a

guy into our dorm I will personally go to the dean to report him and all the

other guys. And if that doesn’t get you expelled it sure as hell will get you

kicked out of our dorm,” I said while I plugged in my ear plugs. She bit her

lip and dug her nails into her palm to stop herself from arguing because we

both knew what the consequences were if I did go to the dean and if she

was smart she would keep her mouth shut. Satisfied with her silent

agreement, I left our dorm to go on my routine jog.

I cut through Lindsey Hall. Once through the university gates, I

veered toward Mystic Park, then stopped dead. I stretched on a bench

while thinking about my predicament. I was an orphan, so I spent years of

my childhood in foster homes. During those dark times I never got

anything, so I had to work hard for everything. I worked hard to graduate

with honors and for months I prepared for my ACT’s, so that I could receive

scholarships. I finally made it and I got a bitch for a roommate. While I

studied she would play music loudly and when I asked her politely to turn it

down she would do the opposite. We spent months fighting tooth and nail,

but I had enough. I knew her kind; never work hard for anything while the

rest of the world busted their chops for every penny they earned.



I scanned my surroundings, more carefully this time; I tilted my head

to listen. I took my switchblade from my pocket, carefully looked around

again, and pressed the button. The blade shot out. A nod of satisfaction,

and I snapped it shut again, cupped it in my palm, walked to the head of

the trail, and took off. Adele’s Rolling in the Deep fueled my speed, but I

suddenly heard a snap. I stopped dead so fast I stumbled. I gripped my

switch blade and squinted into the near-darkness. My gaze scanning both

sides of the path searching for the source of that sound. I cocked my head

to listen, but I sighed softly when I heard nothing. I shook my head clear. I

should probably go back now, I thought.

After I put away my blade I turned back around and headed toward

my dorm. A few minutes later I heard it again, SNAP. I stopped and turned

around toward the sound again drawing the switchblade. Before my mind

could comprehend it something tore the blade from my hand. What the hell!

I searched the shadows while my heart was beating a mile a minute. This

time I saw a blur as it threw me against a tree. I slumped, limp to the

ground. My back and head got the full impact. Agonizing pain gripped me.

Oh God, what was that? Scared to find out I pulled myself from the ground

and tried to make a run for it. I didn’t make it two feet before something

grabbed me and pushed me against a tree. It was a man with eerie red



eyes and long teeth who painfully held my hands down while lifting me from

the ground. What the hell! Are those fangs I wondered. Sure enough four-

inch long fangs hung menacingly. He pushed my neck to the side before

whispering something disturbing in my ear.

“Do you want to be death’s companion?” He was now nibbling on my

neck. Before I could answer I felt his fangs pierce my juggler, I cried out in

pain. Before everything went dark and I sank into the abyss I fought with

my eyelids as they fluttered closed, but it was no use.



Halima has always been a story teller and recently

she has been inspired to put those stories into

writing. She enjoys giving her reader’s tails of

romance, horror, mysteries, and thriller’s. She’s a

paranormal author, but she hopes to dabble inother genres in the future. She was born in Africa,

but she grew up in Burnsville, Minnesota and

currently resides in Seattle, Washington. A lifelong

reader Halima has always been fascinated with

mythology and folklore. When she isn’t writing she

enjoys watching true-blood, drawing, dancing,

having movie night with her friends and traveling.

She’s a diehard soccer fanatic! She’s a self -professed coffee addict and acollege student. Her most popular and well known titles include The

Legend, Awakening, and Death's Companion. Her vivid, jaw dropping and

heart pounding novels will grab you by the hair and drag you through an

incredible plot.

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