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NIGHTRISING

VAMPIRE BABYLON

BOOKONE

Chris Marie Green

NIGHTRISING

VAMPIRE BABYLON

BOOKONE

Chris Marie Green

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This is an original publication of The Berkley Publishing Group.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the

author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead,

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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

Green, Crystal.

Night rising / Chris Marie Green.—1st ed.

p. cm.—(Vampire Babylon; bk. 1)

ISBN: 1-4295-3358-7

1. Women stunt performers—Fiction. 2. Fathers and daughters—Fiction. 3. Hollywood (Los

Angeles, Calif.)—Fiction. 4. Vampires—Fiction. I. Title.

PS3607.R4326N54 2007

813'.6—dc22 2006027964

To Mom and Dad,

who show me the light every day

CONTENTS

ONE

Rising

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TWO

Above

THREE

THE VOICE

FOUR

The Lost Little Boy

FIVE

THE DAMNED

SIX

BELOW, PHASE ONE

SEVEN

THE GHOST OF THE PAST

EIGHT

THE OTHER PI

NINE

THE HUNGER

TEN

THE LESSON

ELEVEN

THE INFORMANT

TWELVE

BELOW, PHASE TWO

THIRTEEN

THE GATHERING

FOURTEEN

THE HAUNTED HOUSE

FIFTEEN

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THE STANDOFF

SIXTEEN

BELOW, PHASE THREE

SEVENTEEN

THE BODY

EIGHTEEN

THE BAIT

NINETEEN

THE MIRROR

TWENTY

BELOW, PHASE FOUR

TWENTY-ONE

THE HEALING

TWENTY-TWO

THE PAIN

TWENTY-THREE

THE CHILD WITHOUT

TWENTY-FOUR

THE VISIT

TWENTY-FIVE

ANOTHER RISING

TWENTY-SIX

THE REUNION

TWENTY-SEVEN

NEW MOON

TWENTY-EIGHT

THE RECOVERY

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I would like to acknowledge Sheree Whitefeather and Judy Duarte, two critique partners who keep

their eyes wide open; Wally Lind and the crimescenewriter web loop for all their guidance (I’d like

to add that all errors are my own.); Pamela Harty and Deidre Knight, who put such faith into me and

my books; and Ginjer Buchanan, the one whose support allows the Underground to exist. Thank you,

everyone, for everything you do.

ONE

RISING

A red mist hung over Los Angeles at midnight, a mist so thick that it blocked the moon’s glow.

One so dense it almost hid what would become another shocking Tinseltown legend by the time

morning rolled around.

The damp air had been tinted with the crimson neon of a dingy alley’s bar sign: Lenny’s, it read in

cursive beneath the tilt of a cartoon martini. As the wiring flickered on and off, so did the

atmosphere, an apathetic heartbeat on the fringes of Hollywood Boulevard.

A police radio from one of the many black-and-whites blocking the entrances to the alley broke the

silence with a burst of static, then buzzed to nothing. A hushed crowd was gathering on the slick

pavement nearby, people craning their necks to gape through the fog and into the slender

passageway. And even though the cops were doing their damnedest to contain the scene, they

couldn’t cover up the accident.

At least, that’s what they’d called it at first.

An “accident.”

From the looks of the Aston Martin, it was a fair assessment. The sleek machine was nothing more

than wheezing, twisted steel embracing an electrical pole, an abstract sculpture you might find in the

victim’s own Malibu mansion. But that’s where the “accident” ended and the horror began.

Nothing made sense anymore after the cops looked past the car and toward the dead man.

The world’s biggest action star had his back to the bar’s door, his muscled arms spread wide, his

hands pierced by shrapnel, pinning him down. His head, with that glorious fall of golden hair, hung

to one side, a wedge of sparkling, jagged window glass embedded in his forehead. His million-dollar

blue eyes were closed, his aging yet still bankable face bathed in red. He’d died just moments ago,

unable to speak around the blood that was choking him.

Sure, freak accidents sometimes happened. Bodies flew from crashed cars, metal followed, people

died.

But what the beat cops couldn’t figure out was the rest of it: the way the victim’s shirt had been torn

open to reveal the bare chest so many women had swooned over.

The way shattered glass had cut into his skin, forming one word.

REPENT.

Soon, the detectives arrived. Overworked, underpaid, their clothing rumpled by long hours on the job

and a lack of giving a shit about appearances. A detective, one who haunted the perimeter, took a

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