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  DARK

  FUGITIVE

  The Nightshade Series, Book 2

  NICHOLAS KNIGHT

  Dark Fugitive

  By Nicholas Knight

  Burning Bulb Publishing

  P.O. Box 4721

  Bridgeport, WV 26330-4721

  United States of America

  www.BurningBulbPublishing.com

  PUBLISHER'S NOTE: This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is purely coincidental.

  Copyright © 2017 Nicholas Knight.

  All rights reserved.

  Cover designed by Natasa Ilincic.

  Kindle Edition.

  Paperback Edition ISBN: 978-0-9977730-5-7

  Printed in the United States of America

  PREFACE

  DAWN’S TALE (Book 1) introduces us to Dawn Moon, a sexy, 18-year-old Cherokee, who finds herself in a Virginian psychiatric facility in 1977. She is soon joined by new patient, Reuben Ian Peterson, an older, less attractive man, whom she is immediately smitten with. These two broken souls fall passionately in love, which is the last thing that Nurse Carl wants to see happen. Carl is a sadistic bully, who is obsessed with Dawn and wants her for his own. This fairy tale is cut short and Reuben is taken away too soon, the moment Nurse Carl’s selfish jealousy gets the best of him. When this perverted sociopath loses his temper and drives a makeshift stake through Reuben’s heart, Dawn snaps, and sets off on a violent adventure that she can never recover from.

  DEDICATIONS

  For Erica Linnette Heath: You were, are, and always will be the love of my life and afterlife. I miss you so much, baby. Everything I do, everything I am, is for you and my beloved daughter. Thank you for forgiving me, for still loving me, and for giving me hope that we will be together in Heaven someday. Thank you for loving and watching over our little girl. You would have made a wonderful Mommy, and as far as I’m concerned, you are Harley’s mother. I promise you, that the next time I get to hold you, I will never let go. Thank you for being my creative consultant on parts of this novel, for sharing and suggesting your ideas, and for once again bringing light to my otherwise dark world. I look forward to being your forever partner in the sky, and eternally having you in my arms again. I love you, Erica, with all my heart and soul. I love you to the moon and back. I will never give up on or abandon you, and I will never lose hope that God will let us be reunited in Paradise. Time will never change our love, and nobody will ever come between us. Thank you for still wanting me, and for gracing me with this second chance. I will always defend your honor against the bullies and charlatans of this world. You’re the only one who ever made love to me, instead of using my love against me. Nobody will ever compete with or replace you, nor would I want them to. You and Harley are everything to me, Erica. The word, love, does not nearly describe or express how I feel for you, or what you mean to me. Love is just not a big enough word. Clergymen like to preach that none of us are perfect, but they didn’t know you. Thank you, Erica, for your pure heart and your perfect love. You and Harley give my life meaning. (February 22, 1980 - December 27, 2002)

  For Harley Linnette Delorie: I am so proud to be your father, Harley, and only wish I could have provided better for you, had the honor of raising you, or at the very least chosen a woman who could have loved us back. Erica should have been your Mommy, and in many ways…is. I’m sorry, sweetheart, that the world is so cold and that life has treated us both so badly. You are the daughter I have always wanted and so much more, and (much like my love for Erica) I will never give up on you or quit loving you. There is nothing you could ever do to lose me, honey. I’m sorry that I wasn’t able to be a bigger part of your life, Harley. God knows I wanted to be. There is not a moment or day that goes by, where I don’t think of you, worry about you, miss you, or wonder how you’re doing or what is happening in your life. I’m sorry that I couldn’t be a better man, or make better choices, or have any success in life. Just know that no other man could have loved you more deeply, or been happier to be your father. Even long after I’m gone, Erica and I will both be watching over you, worrying about, and praying for you. I love you, Harley girl.

  For Russell Clayton Harris, Jr: My kind Uncle whom I have forever felt a strong connection with. Though you were taken far too soon, and I was very young when you passed, I have always known we were kindred spirits. Who knew we would be so alike, and lead such parallel lives? You were never just an extended relative to me, but a close friend. Thank you, Uncle Russ, for being such a genuine and gentle soul, in spite the horrible hand you were tragically dealt. I am so very sorry for the pain you endured in this world, and wish that there was something I could do to make things right or bring justice to those who took you from us. I love you as much as one man can love another man without being gay. I trust that God will see in you what Jen and I do. I hope to see you in paradise, assuming that God welcomes us both into Heaven, which I pray He will. (March 31, 1952 - November 22, 1982)

  For Natasa Ilincic: Thank you so much for contributing your time and your inspiring talent to this book cover. When I was younger, I was often told that I was an exceptional artist, but my ability has never come close to matching yours. You are a phenomenal artist, and I am grateful to have the honor of having your enchanting work on the cover of this first sequel. Thank you so much for illustrating such magic, and helping me further bring these characters to life. You rock, Natasa! Thank you for sharing your gift. I appreciate your talent and your friendship.

  For Gary Lee Vincent: Thank you for believing in me and this trilogy. I will never forget what you’ve done for me and my fictional daughter, Dawn. You are a good man and a good friend. Thank you, Gary. You have my eternal gratitude.

  For Tiger: You are my spirit animal, and an invaluable and irreplaceable friend. Thank you for being so attentive, and so unbelievably caring. You’re a wonderful companion. Thank you for keeping me company while I wrote this book, and for keeping me alert and motivated. Erica knew what she was doing when she brought us together. She knew we needed each other. She’s so much smarter than I ever knew, and certainly far brighter than myself. Thank you, Erica, for Tiger. Thank you for everything. We both love you very much.

  For Jen Bartlebaugh: Thank you for being the longest friendship I’ve ever had. Thank you for collaborating your creative input and advice to this second story. This novel would not be what it is without you and Erica. Thanks, Jen.

  For Jennifer Lee Hassel: It hurt to lose you to Chris, back in January of 1992, but you would prove to be the only ex-lover I would ever know, who would later apologize to me and forgive me. That may seem small to some, but not to me. Thank you, Jennifer, for being different. I’m sorry that we can’t be in each other’s lives, but I’m grateful to know that you and I are okay again. You will always have a place in my heart, Jennifer, even if you never wanted me like I wanted you. I wish you only the best in life, and am glad I got to know you, even if only for a brief pause.

  My future may get bleaker by the hour, but I hope that these books I’ve written may contribute to my legacy. I’m very proud of this trilogy, and I know that those who read it will fall in love with Dawn, as I have.

  WOLF PRAYER

  Spirit of the Wolf

  You who wanders the wild lands

  You who stalks in silent shadows

  You who runs and leaps

  Between the moss covered trees

  Lend me your primal strength

  And the wisdom of your glowing eyes

  Teach me to relentlessly track my desires

  And to stand in defense of those I love

 
Show me the hidden paths and moonlit fields

  Fierce spirit

  Walk with me in my solitude

  Howl with me in my joy

  Guard me as I move through this world

  - Travis Bowman

  3500-4000 BC

  OMINOUS GENESIS

  The Christian Bible, when truly analyzed and evaluated, often contradicts itself in many places. This especially happens with the overabundance of alleged translations, which is the obnoxious result of everyone wanting to incorporate their own opinions and interpretations into a doctrine, which was intended to be held sacred and unaltered. (Rev. 22:18-19). This makes it very confusing, and impossible, to know what is accurate and what is sabotaged, because of the growing various versions of the Gospel, which continue to consistently accumulate and increase over time.

  Isaiah 34:14 is a prime example of this literary and chaotic nightmare. Depending on which alleged translation you choose to reference, or invest your faith in, you usually get an entirely different reading of this same verse.

  The Bible also tells us that it’s offensive to God when we look upon someone with lust, and yet God was the one who designed our bodies to be the way they are. In fact, according to the Book of Genesis, God asked Adam and Eve why they were ashamed of their nudity, after they disobeyed him. Yet, modern-day Christians will look down on you, if you look at a nude photograph or watch a dirty movie.

  In the New International Version (or NIV), it says in Genesis 1:26 that God said, let us make mankind in our image and in our likeness, so that they can rule over all the creatures of the land, sea, and air. Notice that the verse says, in our image and in our likeness. Is this a flawed oversight in this translation, further proving the legitimate argument that there are entirely too many versions of the written Gospel? Or, did God really intend to use the words us and our instead of my?

  It is widely believed in both Judaism and Satanism, that these questionable Scripture verses were the direct result of there being two variants of the Creation story, the former of which was discarded and unused. The accepted explanation for this, is that Adam had a wife before Eve, and that she was a disappointment to Adam and an abomination unto the Creator. Her name was Lilith (which is the Hebrew word for, of the night). The legend goes that Lilith had a hostile argument with Adam, about his wishes for her to be submissive to him sexually. She callously abandons Adam, refusing to be subservient or faithful, and flagrantly rebels against God by hooking up with the serpent-like archangel, Samael, and whoring herself instead to him. The brazenly selfish Lilith is then ousted from the Garden of Eden, and is justly forsaken and banished by God.

  After God cast her out of the Garden, three angels chased after Lilith to try and persuade her to come back, but they found Lilith at the Red Sea, where she vowed to take her retribution against Jehovah, by feasting on human infants. God puts a spell over Adam, causing him to slip into a comatose state, where he then uses one of Adam’s ribs to create a more pleasing and suitable companion. Lilith later bears demonic offspring from her obscene union with the dark angel, which some would argue is where we get the nephilim from, who are briefly mentioned in Genesis 6:4. Others would say that this is where we get the evil beasts in 2 Peter 2:12, Titus 1:12, Leviticus 26:6, and Ezekiel 5:17. The Bible also makes a point to talk about the world falling into darkness, and the moon being covered in blood (Acts 2:20 and Joel 2:31). The Christian Gospel also forbids us to drink the blood of any living being (Leviticus 17:14 and Deuteronomy 12:23).

  It is said that Lilith eventually crossed paths with the homicidal Cain, in the wastelands where she had settled. They engaged in violent sex, and then she taught him the power of drinking blood and binging on human flesh. Since Lilith had not partaken of the forbidden fruit from the Tree of Life, the way that Adam and Eve did, many believe that she was never subject to sickness or death. Some, in the modern Christian community, would be quick to doubt that God could mistakenly make such a heinous succubus, but these same people tend to forget that God also created Lucifer. Eve would, of course, betray Adam as well, as would many wives for the endless centuries and generations to come.

  When Eve bites into the crisp apple, it’s after Samael deludes her into believing that it will improve and intensify her lovemaking with Adam, as she had been secretly disappointed and unsatisfied with the size of his pink torpedo.

  “The blossoms of the tree will bring love, romance, and seduction, in ways you can’t begin to imagine,” he told her. “God forbids this delicious fruit, because he wants to deprive you of the euphoric delights you deserve. He wants to deny you the hedonistic inhibitions that you naturally crave. God gave you these desires, so they can’t be bad. God put this tree here to tease you, because he’s cruel and sadistic. Don’t let him keep you from what is rightfully yours,” the serpent-like angel hissed, cunningly in her ear.

  “But, my Adam will be peeved,” she told the deceptive viper, with feigned concern for Adam’s feelings, purely for the sake of appearance and arrogance.

  “Adam is out romping with the animals. He should be enrapturing your luscious figure, not naming those with four legs. You don’t require his permission, Eve. Take what belongs to you,” the vile incubus told her.

  As the ignoble and scaled minion tightly embraced her from behind, and reached around to cup her milky breast with his taloned hand, she found herself speaking words that were foreign to her, in ways which were deplorable and dishonorable. She began to speak in this strange tongue, as if being telepathically inspired and influenced by the slithering and slimy, Samael.

  “Spirit of this blossomed tree, open up our eyes and make us see. Work your magick through our veins, until no trace of God remains. This, I pray, to this forbidden tree. Guide us now, so mote it be,” she prayed, thereby becoming the first witch of the oldest religion.

  As Eve placed her soft lips up against the damned fruit, she further proves that she, much like Lilith, is only warm on the outside.

  Samael chimes in, and recites a different ghastly chant, as he relishes in watching Eve bite into the tantalizing apple. “Fruit of death, fruit of life, fruit of the spirit, fruit that eases mortal strife. Ease the hunger of the undead, until they reach their final stead. Be food enough for everyone, until their journey is pure poison.”

  God saw this abomination, and watched Eve infect Adam, as she spread her betrayal and blasphemy like wildfire. Jehovah gave them both a chance to confess their sin, only to be met with duplicity. Jehovah, in his supreme anger, threw down a bolt of lightning. Adam and Eve were able to dodge the rod, but it struck the apple, slicing it crosswise. After they had scattered and sheltered for a time, they returned to where the apple laid and picked it up. Holding the four quarters together, they saw that the seeds and core made a perfect pentagram. God was, of course, still watching them.

  God turned his back to them and threw them away, as so many Christians would later be known to do to others, and as so many women would later come to do to the men they gave empty intimacy and simulated commitment. God placed a cherubim at the entrance to the Garden, to prevent Adam and Eve from re-entering the earthly paradise. The cherubim was covered with eyes from head to toe, had six wings, and was as terrifying as any demon that hovered over the river Styx. Eve would bear and rear Adam’s children, but she would never genuinely love him, which would set a cruel and callous trend for the rest of time.

  It is written, that Adam would eventually fall into the pool of vanity, upon seeing his mirrored reflection on the surface of the water. This in turn, combined with enduring such brutal mistreatment from Lilith and Eve, would be the birth of misogyny, and make Adam the first male narcissist and original homosexual. Others believe that this was the direct result of him being forced to accept the agonizing reality that he would never know true love, or find a good heart, at least not from the opposite sex.

  APPROX 2200 BC

  THE BIRTH OF ISIS

  Nimrod developed the concept behind astrology, laying the f
oundation for both white and black witchcraft. He was the builder of Babylon, and the High Priest of a Pagan grotto that worshipped the moon and sacrificed babies. The group was designed to be a blatant blasphemy against the Christian God, Jehovah. Nimrod’s basic message was that our flesh is beautiful, not sinful, and that we have no need for a Savior. Nimrod’s great Uncle, Shem (one of Noah’s three sons), became so outraged, that he not only murdered Nimrod in cold blood, but decapitated him and dismembered his body.

  Nimrod’s whorish mother, Semiramis, led the Occultic group into becoming subterranean. It was while hiding underground that she announced that her executed son (who was also her incestuous lover), had actually been a deity. This, in turn, made her a goddess. Even though Nimrod had clearly been mortal, and never rose from the grave, Semiramis was successful in brainwashing the coven into buying her batshit story. This would go down in history as being the first cult, where the leader’s charisma and charm would override any intelligence and education with crackpot theories and blind indoctrination.

  Semiramis arrogated the title, The Queen of Heaven, and later became better known as Isis. She was identified by a symbol, which was a crescent moon accompanied by a small black five-pointed star. She was quickly and majorly worshipped throughout Egypt. She convinced her gluttony of followers that she was a virgin, and that her sons had all been immaculate conceptions.

  Isis bore a second son, whom she named Tammuz. She claimed that Tammuz was Nimrod reincarnated. Tammuz eventually became known as, Baal, the Sun God. When Babylon fell, Baal’s and Isis’ approval rating only skyrocketed, and they became more venerated and exalted than ever.