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    Vampire Hunters (The Fleet, Book 7)
    Vampire Hunters (The Fleet, Book 7)
    Vampire Hunters (The Fleet, Book 7)
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    Vampire Hunters (The Fleet, Book 7)

    By John M. Davis

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    With the Vampires on the brink of extinction, Dalton James and his crew now join humanity in hunting down the few that remain. With a brown coat across his back and his trusted revolver by his side, Dalton is about to discover that the Vampires aren't even close to being extinct. Instead, they've been prepping for a war, and all hell is about to break loose.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherJohn M. Davis
    Release dateAug 31, 2017
    Vampire Hunters (The Fleet, Book 7)
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    John M. Davis

    John M. Davis is the bestselling author of Gunship, as well as Wicked, and the novelization of the motion picture REDD. Also known for his popular Book Commander Podcast, John is a former writer for the Legends Football League and owns a minority share of the Canadian Football League’s Saskatchewan Roughriders. He currently lives in Virginia with his wife of 18 years and their two spoiled kids. When he isn’t writing or podcasting, John enjoys reading, studying history, and listening to his favorite band, Evanescence.bookcommander.wordpress.com#bookcommander

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      Vampire Hunters (The Fleet, Book 7) - John M. Davis

      VAMPIRE HUNTERS

      Gunship XVIII

      by John M. Davis

      This book is a work of fiction. Any references to historical people, events or places are used fictitiously. Any other names, places, events or characters are products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual places, events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

      Copyright © 2019 John Michael Davis

      Editing by: Russo Archer

      All rights reserved, including the right to copy this book or portions of this book in any form.

      Manufactured in the United States of America

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      Table of Contents

      Chapter 1: How It Is

      Chapter 2: Criminal Activity

      Chapter 3: The Cross

      Chapter 4: Man's Best Friend

      Chapter 5: To Be A Slave

      About the Author

      Chapter 1

      How It Is

      A lot has changed since I watched my best friend get committed to the hard clay of the ground. Dalton wrote as he paused for a moment. Thinking of everything that had led him up to this very moment.

      It's been nearly five years and I won't lie about it. I still miss Adam a lot. There isn't a day that goes by that I don't wish I could take his place. Adam Michaels was always the better man. While he was off trying to do the right thing, I was sitting back and sucking down whiskey like my life depended on it. Sure, he was a bit of a romantic panty-snatcher, but everyone has their faults. Beneath all of that, Adam was a good man. And fuck if I don't miss him each and every time I light up a cigar or lay waste to a shot of decent whiskey. Hell, even when I slap this brown coat to my back, it feels like he's looking down on me with a smile.

      I wish he could see it. The Skyla System beginning to balance out. The last of the infected died off nearly a year ago. Turns out, we didn't need a cure after all. We just starved the son of a bitches out and let them fall to their own fates. I guess even the snapping dead need muscles and tendons to move, and without eating on something – they just withered away. Fuck 'em, I never had an abundance of love for the undead.

      I wish Adam could see Colonials and Legion getting along. It's one hell of a sight. Both sides spent over a decade trying to kill each other off and then realized there were far worse things out there. Hunters. Vampires. You know, the clan of sick bastards that killed off pretty much everything and everyone that's ever mattered to me.

      That's why I took it upon myself to become a bounty hunter. Yea, I know, the thoughts of me wearing a slick badge of silver is the last thing anyone ever saw coming. But the newly formed Freedom Republic is paying top dollar for anyone who brings Hunters in – dead or alive. I finally get to kill Vampires legal-like, and get paid to do it. If they offered free booze this would be the dream job, but I'm not complaining.

      We've got the Hunters down to just a few hundred and as mighty as the bastards once were, we got 'em on the run. They still have friends on the underground scene, but we'll get 'em. Every last one of the pale white sons of bitches will reap what they've sown.

      Of course, my woman isn't crazy about the idea of tracking Hunters down. Cambria says they're dangerous. Well no shit. They've killed tens of thousands of people over the span of their miserable existence. Apparently she's forgotten how dangerous I am with a weighted revolver in my shooting hand.

      I wish you were here, Adam. It's a brand new ride. This world of ours is changing. Not many people seem to remember the wars of yesterday. Men like us are aging like fine wine, I suppose. But things are getting more advanced by the day. Lots of space stations have started popping up and, as you might expect, the poor are still being thrown off to the side worlds and forgotten about. Hell, come to think of it, there's a lot that hasn't changed. I'd be fun to have you here at my side raising hell with me.

      But I know that somewhere you're looking down and rooting me on. Don't worry, my friend. Old man James is going to get enough for the both of us. One blood-sucking outlaw at a time. Until then, save a spot for me.

      As Dalton rested his writing hand for a moment, it quickly became his drinking hand once more. Helping him to knock back a crisp shot of apple brew. Anyone that knew Dalton James well, knew he was indeed a drinking man. Not an alcoholic, and he'd be the first to tell you. Just a man with a liking for the sauce. Well, the not so tropical sauce.

      Fucking fruity-ass shit. he grumbled. Though he took as second shot from his only supply of booze.

      It had been bought straight from the source in the mountainous terrain of Tavarious. A small planet that was vastly considered one of the largest wineries in the Skyla System. Dalton had never been much for wine, or, in this case, a stout fruit-based alcohol; but Tavarious had been the closest thing to their location. So he made do.

      A lot of his life had been spent making due. Yea, he'd grown tired of it a time or two. But living the hard life had made him just as tough.

      He'd never considered himself to be a raging party animal, like so many around him accused him of. More of a social drinker – Dalton was definitely social. A lot. But there were certainly times when alcohol was mandatory.

      Each time a friend passed away, alcohol became his good friend. If a flick of the wrist led to a card game in one of the system's countless saloons – mandatory. And when it came to being on a ship that was about to land, Dalton was sure to drink a few. He'd always hated the feel of a ship coming in from orbit. The drop of his stomach as the craft in question began beating onto the wind sheer and awkward climates of each individual planet.

      He hated landings. Down to the very last detail – Dalton hated them.

      There's something special about a ship when it lands. No matter the size, a ship's landing sound is very authentic. Hoses pushing air at different velocities and brushing it out from beneath the ship's frame as its landing gear rocks a bit. Finally digging into the soil of whatever planet is next on the agenda.

      We're down. Alyssa said with a bit of relief.

      Her voice crackled throughout the less than stellar speakers which lined the walls of the tiny ship. Her beautiful voice being cheapened with static.

      Alyssa had been with the crew for nearly as long as Adam had been gone. In fact, he'd specifically asked Dalton to look after the young woman – which he had. She'd become a decent pilot and a steady enough gun hand to make a difference. Earning her keep with both talents, though flying the ship was her primary duty.

      Her hair shimmered of white – typical of young women from the Drifts. Their area of the Skyla System was a large one, though very stringently inhabited. It was a primitive string of planets which rested on the edge of charted space. The men of the Drifts preferred the wooden handle of a shotgun and the magnificence of a horse beneath them, while the women were known for brightly-colored hair and their outlandish clothing.

      Dalton himself was proudly born and raised on the small planet of Racha. Known for their rowdiness, Rachans generally looked the part. Unkempt beard hairs hanging from their faces with a whiskey bottle in one hand and a gun resting comfortably in the other. They were known for living fast and hard – Dalton was no exception. He, like other Rachans, prided himself with being born as far away from the Drifts as possible. But he, like other men, could appreciate a damn good looking woman. And the Drifts sure could produce 'em.

      His fellow crew member and long-time lover, Cambria, who had grown up in the Drifts too, was equally as beautiful. Cambria had curves in every place they should have been – while perfectly toned throughout the rest of her body. She'd gotten Dalton into quite a few heated staring contests and even a scrum or two. She was the kind of woman who walked into a room and commanded attention with her looks. Something Dalton loved about her, and hated at the same time.

      Alyssa was just as beautiful and had been a slave girl of the Hunters, making her issues with the Vampires personal. Slaving had long been the Hunters' way, and they were brutal enough in combat to threaten away just about anyone who'd be willing to call them out on the fact that slave-trading was immoral. The average man was scared shit-less by the site of Hunters and would gladly walk the other way if it meant saving his own skin.

      Adam Michaels was the exception to that way of thinking. A long stint in the military had taught him that much. After he'd met Alyssa, Adam had went out of his way to save her from such a life. In part, because he was a sucker for beautiful women at first glance, though most of it had to do with his hatred for

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