The Longest Night
Genre: YA Paranormal, YA vampire
Date of Publication: Dec 17/2013
The Winter Solstice—the longest night of the year—is the perfect holiday for a vampire family to gather. But this year, Lucy and Nicholas and Solange and Kieran get unexpected guests. And they haven’t come to deliver presents . . .
Spend your holiday with the Drakes with the E-Novella The Longest Night, by Alyxandra Harvey—coming December 2013!
Her sister would have told her to go for the heart.
Knowing how difficult it was to successfully push a stake through a vampire’s heart, especially when that vampire was conscious, Aggie chose a different approach.
Plus, a staking would get her expelled. And she was already on probation. Again.
She pressed against a tree, trying not to feel how numb her toes were. At least December in New York had coffee on every corner and diner windows fogged with steam. There might be coffee in Violet Hill but it was probably made with chicory root and anyway, she was miles away from town with nothing but snow, trees, and more snow. All this fresh air was unnatural.
Almost as unnatural as sharing space with a vampire.
She knew he was coming. She could feel it. Her heart sped up even as she told it not to. It always did that. Callahan was on his way back home; it was Sunday night after all, and Sunday nights were family night. Well, they called it family night but Aggie knew a mandatory curfew when she was on the receiving end of one.
She kept her breaths shallow so they wouldn’t mist in the frigid air and give away her position. Yen had once hidden in a garbage dumpster to cover her scent so she could stake a vampire feeding off the homeless guys living in Central Park. A little frostbite was nothing. She had two stakes, Hypnos powder in her cuff, and a steel needle-stake in a holster under her sleeve. She was ready. She’d get him this time.
Aggie whirled, stake stabbing the air. She narrowly avoided her best friend’s heart and pulled a muscle in her arm for her trouble. “Shit, Paige,” she snapped. “I could have killed you.”
Paige didn’t look particularly concerned. She crunched through the last of her bit of her candy cane. Her fire-engine red hair was in two braids, woven through with silver tinsel. No one did Christmas spirit quite like Paige. “Who are we not-killing tonight?” She slid Aggie a glance, then rolled her eyes. “Never mind. As if I have to ask. Your nose is going to run if you stay out here much longer.”
Aggie shoved Paige down into one of the bushes and reclaimed her position behind the tree. “Snow down my neck!” Paige gasped. “Snow down my neck!”
“Serves you right. Keep an eye on that part of the forest, would you?”
Paige sighed. “Don’t you ever get bored of this?”
“It’s what we do. We’re hunters. And anyway, Agent Wild said we have to be prepared to fight in any weather.”
“Yeah, she’s also dating one of the Drake brothers. I’d much rather be doing that.”
“Whatever, so she’s not perfect.” The Drake brothers were unfairly hot. There was no sense in denying the obvious. “She has more vampire kills than anyone else at the academy. She’d have taken Callahan out by now.”
“You know, this obsession of yours is bordering on a bad teen movie crush.”
Alyxandra Harvey lives in a stone Victorian house in Ontario, Canada with a few resident ghosts who are allowed to stay as long as they keep company manners.
She loves medieval dresses, used to be able to recite all of The Lady of Shalott by Tennyson, and has been accused, more than once, of being born in the wrong century. She believes this to be mostly true except for the fact that she really likes running water, women’s rights, and ice cream.