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  The Captive Series

  Books 1-5

  Erica Stevens

  Copyright 2012-2014 Erica Stevens

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  Contents

  Also from the Author

  Captured

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Renegade

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Refugee

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Salvation

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Epilogue

  Redemption

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Epilogue

  Find the Author

  About the Author

  Also from the Author

  Also from the Author

  ERICA STEVENS PEN NAME:

  The Coven Series

  Nightmares (Book 1)

  Coming Winter 2018/2019

  The Captive Series

  Captured (Book 1)

  Renegade (Book 2)

  Refugee (Book 3)

  Salvation (Book 4)

  Redemption (Book 5)

  Broken (The Captive Series Prequel)

  Vengeance (Book 6)

  Unbound (Book 7)

  The Kindred Series

  Kindred (Book 1)

  Ashes (Book 2)

  Kindled (Book 3)

  Inferno (Book 4)

  Phoenix Rising (Book 5)

  The Fire & Ice Series

  Frost Burn (Book 1)

  Arctic Fire (Book 2)

  Scorched Ice (Book 3)

  The Ravening Series

  Ravenous (Book 1)

  Taken Over (Book 2)

  Reclamation (Book 3)

  The Survivor Chronicles

  Book 1: The Upheaval

  Book 2: The Divide

  Book 3: The Forsaken

  Book 4: The Risen

  BRENDA K. DAVIES PEN NAME:

  The Vampire Awakenings Series

  Awakened (Book 1)

  Destined (Book 2)

  Untamed (Book 3)

  Enraptured (Book 4)

  Undone (Book 5)

  Fractured (Book 6)

  Ravaged (Book 7)

  Consumed (Book 8)

  Unforeseen (Book 9)

  Coming 2019

  The Alliance Series

  Vampire Awakenings Spinoff

  Eternally Bound (Book 1)

  Bound by Vengeance (Book 2)

  Bound by Darkness (Book 3)

  Bound by Passion (Book 4)

  Coming 2019

  The Road to Hell Series

  Good Intentions (Book 1)

  Carved (Book 2)

  The Road (Book 3)

  Into Hell (Book 4)

  Hell on Earth Series

  Road to Hell Spinoff

  Hell on Earth (Book 1)

  Into the Abyss (Book 2)

  Kiss of Death (Book 3)

  Coming 2019

  Historical Romance

  A Stolen Heart

  Captured

  The Captive Series, Book 1

  Special thanks to my husband and best friend,

  my parents, siblings, nieces and nephews who make life more interesting and fun, and Leslie Mitchell from G2 Freelance editing for all her hard work.

  Chapter One

  Blood slave.

  The words were enough to send a cold chill of terror down Arianna’s spine. She shuddered, swallowing heavily and repeatedly, as she tried to wet her suddenly very parched throat. Her lips were sore; she could taste her dried blood upon them as they were chapped and cracking.

  She’d had nothing to drink in hours, she was thirsty, and her mouth was dry as cotton. The fire that consumed parts of the forest had burned her throat, and she could taste the ash on her tongue.

  The smell of smoke clung to her, cloying in its acrid odor. She would give anything for some water, but she was fairly certain her misery and discomfort would soon be coming to an end anyway.

  The dead did not require water after all.

  Surprisingly, the thought of dying aroused less fear in her than the alternative of becoming a blood slave did. Though the notion never entered her mind before, she realized she’d prefer to take her own life before such a thing happened to her.

  The thought of being kept, of being trapped and used for the most disgusting means known to man, was enough to make her want to rip out her hair and run screaming in horror.

  She did neither, however, because she couldn’t move enough to carry out either action. She was trapped, surrounded, penned in by the bodies crammed against her. The raid on the encampment in the woods was successful. The temporary homes of many ripped apart, destroyed, then set ablaze. Their lives were irrevocably ruined; they would never see their loved ones again.

  The fortunate ones, the
ones who weren’t chosen to be blood slaves, would be bled outright. Their blood would be drained unwillingly, and painfully, from their bodies. A hundred separate needles would pierce their skin before they were finally killed.

  The blood would be bottled and saved for later use. The unfortunate ones, the blood slaves, would be used over and over again until their owner became tired of them and either sold them off or bled them dry.

  Aria hoped she would be chosen to be bled dry. She would rather feel the sting of a thousand needles than be repeatedly used for months or years. However, she had a feeling if the vampires found out who she was, they would never allow her such a compassionate death. They would never grant the merciful end she fervently hoped for.

  She glanced at the people surrounding her. She knew they would all willingly die before they revealed her identity; she also knew she was a complete idiot for allowing herself to be captured in the first place.

  If these monsters ever found out who she was, they would have strong leverage over the rebellion and her father. They would try to use her against the rebels living in the woods, hiding, moving, and fighting the vampires who relentlessly hunted them. The vampires who had taken their world and twisted it into a cruel mockery of what it once was.

  At least that was what she’d been told happened.

  She didn’t remember a world without starvation, hiding, and death. She didn’t recall a world where food was purchased in stores, and homes were heated and cooled. She knew a world of woods and caves, of hunting and struggling for her meals.

  She knew a world that was either brutally hot or deathly cold, a world where there had never been a consistent roof over her head. A world where her father was the leader of the rebel movement, her mother was dead, and her two brothers were being trained to take over their father’s position one day.

  She’d never experienced a life of safety and security, never experienced a life where she wasn’t fighting and running daily. She’d heard the stories of the world before the vampires ruled, and though she was sure some of the tales were wrong, she still thought that world sounded amazing compared to the reality of this one.

  As a child, she foolishly pined for that world. As an adult, she threw aside childish dreams in favor of learning how to fight and hunt. Instead of dreaming of a world that no longer existed, she learned to survive.

  After childhood, hugs stopped being exchanged amongst her family, and the only praise she received lately was for her far superior skills with a bow and arrow. However, though love wasn’t freely given, she knew it was there, and it was strong.

  Her brothers would risk everything to get her back; her father would want to do the same, but he would also know it couldn’t be done. No matter how much he’d want to, he couldn’t risk the lives of so many for one person, even if she was his daughter. It would kill him to lose her, he would make the sacrifice, just as he had sacrificed so much else in his life.

  No, she had no grand ideas of salvation. No dreams her brother, William, would charge recklessly in to rescue her, yelling like a banshee, just as he charged so wildly into everything he did.

  She didn’t have these dreams because her father, and the ever-sensible Daniel, would never allow William to do such a thing. They would probably have to tie him up just to keep him away. He would hate it, but it would be the only way to keep him alive.

  A twinge of regret and sorrow filled her at the thought of William. He was her twin, her other half. They had been nearly inseparable since conception. He would never get over this, just as she never would have gotten over his loss if their roles were reversed.

  She never should have allowed herself to get caught. But then, she hadn’t had a choice. The child...

  Aria’s gaze slid to Mary Beckins. Mary stood proudly, her shoulders thrust back, her chin jutting out as she stared unblinkingly across the sea of heads before her. If it weren’t for the tears streaking silently down Mary’s dirt and soot smeared cheeks, Aria would have thought her fearless. Even with those tears, she still looked proud, defiant... unbreakable.

  Seeming to sense Aria’s stare, Mary’s eyes slid toward her. It was Mary’s child, John, whom Aria had saved. It was John’s place she took in this cramped hell of near certain death and deprivation.

  Aria had forfeited her life for young John’s, and she would do it again if she had the choice. She just wouldn’t have been so reckless about it. She wouldn’t have plunged in carelessly, and she would have at least tried to think of a way to ensure she and Mary weren’t caught too.

  Like her twin though, she rarely thought out her actions and often charged thoughtlessly forward, heedless of the consequences. But these were by far the direst consequences she’d ever faced, and they would also soon be her last. Or so she hoped.

  Mary held her gaze for a moment; gratitude filled her brown eyes. She briefly nodded her thanks and managed a tremulous smile Aria returned.

  The vampires didn’t know who Aria was, or who her father was, and she was certain no one who knew her here would tell them. The people had always respected and admired her father, but today, with her actions, they had also come to admire and respect her too. They would all die before they handed her over, even if handing her over meant a pardon on their lives and a chance at freedom for themselves.

  “Worry not, girl.”

  She tried to turn to see who had spoken to her, but she couldn’t move against the crush of bodies pressing against her. She could smell the dirt, the sweat, the fright, and smoke adhering to all of them. Life in the woods didn’t allow for regular bathing. She was accustomed to body odor, but this was far more intense than what she was used to.

  She didn’t know if it was because they were all so confined when they were used to wandering free, or if it was the inevitable end of their lives making their odor exceptionally acute.

  Either way, the stench was overwhelming. She wanted to gag on it or cover her nose and attempt to block it out. She wanted to cry, but she stood frozen by the paralysis of revulsion gripping her.

  Sudden movement drew her attention back to the stage set up before them. A stage for crying out loud. It wasn’t humiliating enough to be packed in like this, but they would also be paraded forward, separately examined, and chosen from the specimens presented. Aria shuddered again as she struggled to keep her composure in this swiftly unraveling, and entirely unfamiliar world.

  “Be brave, Aria, be brave.” She swallowed heavily, managing a small nod as the man behind her whispered in her ear again. “Take strength from those around you.”

  Aria fought back the hot wash of tears flooding her eyes. She straightened her shoulders, refusing to show weakness, refusing to break in front of the monsters now lining up before them.

  As long as she was selected for death, she could remain strong through this. She would be as brave as her father and brothers would be in this situation. She would never give the vampires the satisfaction of seeing her break; she would die with her pride firmly intact.

  There was a ripple of movement amongst the imprisoned crowd. Aria realized the gate had opened, and they were starting to pull out people. She watched in disgust as they removed the first person and led them up the stairs to the stage. She didn’t recognize the young woman, who openly sobbed as she was paraded before the line of monsters eagerly eyeing her.

  Behind the stage, other vampires had gathered on the street leading through the heart of the town contained within the massive walls surrounding the distant palace. The vamps were crammed in between the two and three story buildings lining the street as they eagerly strained to see the fresh human meat.

  The enormous walls, offering protection for the town nestled within them, enclosed nearly four square miles of land around the palace. The richest, the aristocrats of vampire society, resided within the walls, lavishing in their lives of opulence and brutality while the humans they enslaved suffered at their greedy hands.

  She despised them.

  Every part of her, ever
y cell in her body, hated every single vampire within these palace walls as well as outside of them. The only thing she hated more was the humans who had betrayed their kind to reside in relative freedom amongst the ruling class of vampires.