Fate: Updated Edition, page 1
This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.
FATE. Copyright © 2010 by Amanda Hocking. All rights reserved.
Third Edition © 2022 by Amanda Hocking. All rights reserved.
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Table of Contents
Other Books by Amanda Hocking
A Note from the Author
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-one
Chapter Twenty-two
Chapter Twenty-three
Chapter Twenty-four
Chapter Twenty-five
Chapter Twenty-six
Chapter Twenty-seven
Chapter Twenty-eight
About the Author
Other Books by Amanda Hocking
My Blood Approves Saga
My Blood Approves
Fate
Flutter
Wisdom
Swear
Letters to Elise (Prequel Novella)
Little Tree (Short Story)
My Blood Approves: Complete Saga (eBook Bundle)
Seven Fallen Hearts
Virtue
Tristitia
Superbia (Coming Winter 2022/2023)
Trylle Saga
Switched
Torn
Ascend
Frostfire
Ice Kissed
Crystal Kingdom
The King’s Games: A Short Story
The Lost City
The Morning Flower
The Ever After
Watersong Saga
Wake
Lullaby
Tidal
Elegy
Forgotten Lyrics: A Short Story
The Hollows
Hollowland
Hollowmen
The Hollows: A Graphic Novel
Valkyrie Duology
Between the Blade and the Heart
From the Earth to the Shadows
Stand Alone Novels
Freeks
Bestow the Darkness
A Note from the Author
These novels were originally published in 2010. When I wrote them, I was still in my early twenties, and I had a lot of internalized issues that I hadn’t confronted yet. While much of the original book was a fun vampire romp, there were also unfortunate moments of misogyny, body-shaming, and ablism, among other problematic elements.
That led me to have a difficult relationship with these books. When I was first writing the My Blood Approves Saga, I loved it completely. After I published it, I read a few reviews that eviscerated the books. Some of the complaints were justified (calling out the problematic issues) but it was still a jarring experience for me.
It took me a long time to be able to feel the original love and enthusiasm I had for Alice and her complicated world of vampire. Especially once I knew there were legitimate issues with the books.
So, I decided to re-edit them. I have left the overall story intact as often as possible, but I re-worked so much of the internalized hatred that Alice feels and how she expresses herself. The largest changes take place in Alice’s friendship with Jane and with Jane herself. When I was re-reading the books and editing them, I was genuinely surprised by how cruel Alice (and I, as the writer) were to her. I tried to fix that and show that Jane is a three-dimensional young woman and decent friend to Alice.
These are still imperfect books, but they are definitely kinder ones now. I have fallen in love with them (and Jack and Peter and Ezra) all over again, and I hope that you will, too.
For you long time readers, thank you for sticking with me all these years, and for allowing me to grow and change.
For new readers, thank you for giving me a chance, and I hope you find some happiness in these pages
Chapter One
The summer air slid in through the windows, filling the car with the green scent of the park, and the frightening sound of highway traffic. I bit my lip and stared out the window, where children played in the grass. The car was only idling in the parking lot, but I kept imagining Milo losing control and running them over.
My younger brother Milo had just turned sixteen, and he talked constantly about getting his license. His new obsession with cars I blamed entirely on Jack, who drove at excessive speeds in luxury vehicles. Milo changed the instant he laid eyes on his Lamborghini. Things that beautiful captivated people, even gay teenage boys, apparently.
Even though I was a year and a half older than Milo, I still didn’t have my license, so Jack was the one giving the driving lessons, and it scared me.
Wearing gigantic sunglasses, Jack sat shotgun, but he didn’t really explain things to Milo. He pointed to a pedal and said, “That one makes it go. So push on it and let’s go.” That’s it.
Fortunately, Milo’s pretty cautious, so he pressed Jack for more information, but that didn’t make his answers any less vague. That might be because Jack was tired. The mid-afternoon August sun shined brightly above us. Ordinarily, that sounds like the best time to drive, but sunlight made Jack groggy. He’d already started to yawn.
Jack was not exactly like everyone else. I really liked him, more than I should. He was attractive in his own right, with dancing blue eyes, perpetually disheveled sandy hair, and flawless tanned skin, but he wasn’t what I would call drop-dead gorgeous.
Everything about Jack and his family was complicated, thanks to one major fact: they just happened to be vampires.
They weren’t really dangerous to people, or I wouldn’t let any of them around my brother. Theoretically, they could easily kill us if they wanted to, but they don’t want to. Jack had even done so much to protect me and keep me safe. They do live off human blood, but they use either blood banks or human donors.
Vampires don’t have to drink a person to death, although they can and sometimes do. Jack has never killed anyone, but he was still a relatively young vampire. He was twenty-four when he turned, and that was only sixteen years ago, in comparison with his brother Ezra who has been around for over three-hundred years and Peter’s nearly two-hundred.
They’re not really brothers, but brothers in the way vampires are. In order to turn, the human’s blood fuses with the vampire’s blood. Ezra turned Peter, and Peter turned Jack. This made them close in unusual ways. Peter is attracted to me, or rather his blood is. But because of his attraction, both Jack and Ezra are very fond of me, and Jack much more than he should be.
I know that Jack won’t do anything to put me in danger, not intentionally. However, even he would admit that his ability to monitor danger in relation to human’s fragile bodies, like my brother’s, was lacking. If we got in a crash, Jack would protect me over Milo, and that made me nervous.
“Are you sure you really wanna do this today?” I asked, and in the rearview mirror, I saw Milo roll his eyes.
“We can just take you home if you’re gonna be this way,” Milo reminded me
Despite his age, Milo had one of those distinct baby faces. His cheeks were chubby, and his brown eyes were wide and innocent. When he threatened me, he looked more like an angry child than the teenager he was.
“Alice, everything will be fine,” Jack promised, suppressing a yawn.
“I’m the sensible one. So if I think something is okay, it probably is,” Milo added.
We’d been sitting in the parking lot for twenty minutes while Milo made Jack explain every part of the car to him. Since it was Jack explaining, a disproportionate amount of the time had been spent on the stereo and the seat warmers (which seemed logical for August), but Milo was getting antsy.
When he finally put the car in drive, my heart locked up. Milo drove across the parking lot, jerking on the brake unnecessarily several times.
“Just ease into it,” Jack said, and Milo responded.
I leaned forward between the seats. “Maybe he’s not ready.”
“Alice!” Milo snapped.
Jack lowered his sunglasses enough so he could peer at me over them. “Alice, you’ve got to lighten up, or we’ll really take you home. And I’ll let him drive all the way back.”
“Fine!” I threw my hands up in the air and fell back in the seat.
Milo drove around the parking lot with more starts and stops than a circle should require. His driving eventually became smoother, and I allowed myself to settle into it.
This was precisely the reason I stuck around. Jack offered me a chance at immortality, but I temporarily declined. I wasn’t quite ready to ditch out on my brother yet.
Jack yawned loudly again, and his fatigue washed over me. To wake himself up, he fiddled with the radio, causing the Cure to come blasting out. I opened my mouth to say something about that being too distracting, but Milo slapped his hand away and turned it off.
“I can’t concentrate with that,” Milo said when Jack looked offended.
“See?” Jack t hudded his head tiredly on the headrest of the car. “You’ve got nothing to worry about with this kid.”
“No thanks to you,” I muttered. Jack turned towards me, grinning his mischievous, crooked smile. “What?”
“You know, someday you’re going to have to learn to drive.” Jack’s delight only deepened when I grimaced in response. “What? You didn’t really expect me to drive you around forever, did you?”
“No. But not today,” I said.
“It’s all on your time anyway.” Jack went back to watching Milo drive.
He’d been trying to hide his ever-growing impatience, but he could hide very little from me. For some reason, I felt everything he felt, and sometimes, it made things awkward. He was definitely ready for me to turn. Jack understood what I wanted and tried not to pressure me into becoming a vampire, but it was hard for him.
“Should I take it out on the road?” Milo had paused by the exit of the parking lot and looked at Jack.
“Sorry, kid.” Jack shook his head, and Milo frowned. “You did really well today, but I’m pretty beat, and I think your sister’s had all that she can take.”
Jack got out of the car to switch places with Milo and grumbled something about the sunlight. It didn’t help that he wore a tee shirt and shorts, exposing even more of his skin to the sun, but that was his standard uniform, even in winter.
Today he’d gone for a white tee shirt with neon cassette tapes on it and black Dickies with pink Converse. He wasn’t exactly the image I’d had in mind when I thought of vampire, but very little about him was stereotypical.
As soon as he hopped in the driver’s seat, he fumbled with the stereo until “Mexican Radio” came on. Milo wrinkled his nose, but he hadn’t grown up in the eighties the way Jack had.
When we pulled up in front of the brownstone where Milo and I lived, Milo thanked Jack again before getting out. I stayed behind, wanting a minute alone to talk to him. I reached between the seats and turned down the radio.
“Thanks for taking him out like that. I know he really appreciated it.”
“Anytime.” Jack smiled at me droopily. Vampires didn’t burst into flames, but they were nocturnal. The sun tired them out.
“You should probably get going.” I unbuckled my seatbelt and started sliding to get out of the car. “So, I’ll see you tomorrow?”
“Nah, I can’t. I’m going on that business trip with Ezra,” he reminded me. “But I should be back in two days. We aren’t doing much more than signing some papers.”
In the past few months, Jack had stepped up and started helping Ezra with the family business. They owned a few companies overseas and had lots of stock holdings. Every now and then, Ezra left for a few days to work on something, and Jack finally decided that he should do it. Also, he’d rolled his car, and Ezra demanded that he work for his money to pay for the next one.
“Oh. Right. Well… call me when you get back,” I said.
“I always do.” Jack grinned, and I got out of the car.
Chapter Two
Summer nights were too short. Vampires spent more time indoors in the summer, and they preferred avoiding the heat anyway.
Jack lived in a beautiful home on a lake. It’d be a rather conventional square house if not for the balconies and the turret that connected the house to the garage. As many times as I had been here, I never stopped being awed by it.
We spent a great deal of the summer in the backyard, either lounging on the stone patio or swimming in the lake or taking out the Jet-Skis. Milo and I spent so much time on the water that Mae bought us several swimsuits.
I changed into my suit, keeping the towel wrapped around me when I came out of the bathroom, and Milo already had on his swim trunks. He sat at the island in the kitchen, munching on grapes, and helping Mae.
Mae had been the eldest when she turned, at twenty-eight. Her skin was flawless white porcelain, and her caramel waves of hair had been pulled into a loose bun. Wearing only her bathing suit and an apron, her warm eyes danced as Milo talked to her.
As a vampire, she didn’t eat, and since Milo was an excellent cook, he became her sous chef, helping her prepare all the meals she made for our benefit. I would’ve protested all the extra work and expense Mae put into it, but it was obvious that she relished this sorta thing.
“Where’s Ezra?” I asked as I went over to the island and stole a grape. Mae was making some kind of fruit dip with cream cheese and yogurt, and slicing up apples, pears, and strawberries.
“He’s taking a nap,” Mae informed me in her faded British accent. “He’s a little jet lagged from the trip.”
Like the others, Ezra was very attractive. His eyes were deep mahogany and infinitely warm. His skin was the same tanned color as Jack and Peter’s, and his sandy hair had soft blond streaks through it. The most powerful thing about Ezra was his voice. It was low and resounding, with a subtle accent from his early life in England.
Through the glass French doors off the dining room, I saw Jack rollicking about with his Great Pyrenees, Matilda. The deck lights revealed the taut muscles of his chest and back as he rolled around with her. The stones of the patio should’ve left him battered and bruised, but he’d have nothing to show from it.
“Alice, do you wanna try it?” Mae asked, pulling my gaze away from Jack. She held out an apple slice covered in dip, but I shook my head.
“I’m getting pretty chilly. I think I’m gonna head outside.”
“I’ll be out in a minute,” Milo said through the mouthful of the fruit he’d sampled.
I headed out the French doors into the night. Jack ventured off the patio in his pursuit of Matilda, but I saw easily in the light of the full moon. It was much warmer outside than it had been in the house, but I kept the towel wrapped around me. I walked down onto the small lawn that separated the house from the lake.
Matilda caught sight of me and bounded towards me. She’d knock me over, since she was used to vampires who could handle her lunging at them, but Jack overtook her and playfully tackled her. Then he stood up, brushing the grass from his swim trunks, and grinned at me.
“Are you gonna go swimming with the towel too?” Jack teased.
“Maybe.” I pulled the towel more tightly around me, and he laughed.
Matilda sniffed me heartily before concluding that it was only me, and then sauntered off, wagging her tail slowly behind her.
A mischievous glint caught Jack’s eye, and after spending a summer getting thrown in the lake, I knew exactly what it meant. Dropping my towel, I turned and ran towards the dock. He trailed a few steps behind me, even though he could easily sprint past me. The sport was in the chase for him.
I almost made it to the edge of the dock when I felt his strong arms looping around my waist. I squealed and let him twirl me around once before he released me, sending me soaring into the air and landing in the lake with a loud splash.
Jack took a running jump and leaped out, flying over me and splashing way out in the lake. He howled excitedly, as if he hadn’t made that same jump a million times.
“Jack!” Mae leaned out the French doors and shouted out at him. “You’ve got to keep it down so the neighbors don’t call the police again.” It was after midnight on a Wednesday, and the neighbors weren’t big fans of the noise.
“Yeah, Alice,” Jack said.
I rolled my eyes. “As if I’m even half as loud as you are.”
Jack laughed, taking long strokes out farther into the black water. He swam slow circles around me, but I was content to float on my back, staring up at the full moon and the stars shining.
Milo joined us a bit later. Mae stayed inside to continue chopping fruit. She always went overboard trying to feed us. We were just two people, but she cooked like we were an army. It only made it more obvious when they didn’t eat anything, but Milo had only made a few comments about it.
Surprisingly, he hadn’t really caught on that they weren’t human. Jack had been more discreet about his paranormal abilities around him, but Milo was a smart kid. I wondered if he suspected something but let it go, because they didn’t seem dangerous and they made me happy.
