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ceiling, was a mirror. At least
I still had a reflection. That was something to be thankful for and
I'd take whatever I could get.
    My relief was quickly shattered by a loud
moaning. The sound was a thousand miles beyond wrong -- kind of
like mom and Mikey and Ray once those bloodsuckers had gotten hold
of them. But the throat these moans issued from clearly wasn't
human.
    That's when the feeding noises started.
    Shredding.
    Growling.
    Slurping.
    The moans intensified, their rough edges
smoothing into words.
    "Fuck me."
    "Drink me."
    Shit-oh-shit! They were feeding on each
other!
    I looked around the room, frantic for some
kind of weapon. There was a lamp turned on beside the bed, but it
looked like the only light in the room. Unlike bloodsuckers, I
couldn't see in the dark and I couldn't afford to lose the
illumination by smashing it. I got up, stumbled to the bar and
found a wicked long corkscrew.
    "Yes, yes, drink me, fuck me!"
    My stomach clenched and I skittered across
the carpet, sprawling head first toward the toilet bowl. A splat of
vomit hit the rim, then another. Food too scarce for there to be
anything left in my stomach, dry heaves followed until even those
stopped.
    Standing, I turned on the faucet, scooped a
handful of water and drank it. Looking up, I saw my gaunt face in
the mirror and, behind me, a pair of pants.
    Just pants -- like they were being held up by
nothing but the air that filled them.
    Fuck, it was done feeding on its own kind and
I was desert!
    I spun around, gaze scanning the floor for
the corkscrew I had dropped or anything else I could use. I
screamed, the word half prayer, half call for rescue. He just had
to be close by, had to be alive. He promised he would never leave
me.
    "Daddy!"
    "I'm here, baby girl."
    His voice, right there in the room with me.
But it couldn't be. There was just me and...it.
    I shook my head, refusing to look up. "No.
Not you. Not one of them."
    "Jess, don't be afraid, honey. Look at
daddy."
    I couldn't stop shaking my head. Couldn't
stop repeating those words over and over. "Not you..."
    The thing in front of me raised its hand to
offer the corkscrew, the spiraled end about half a foot out of
reach. "You were looking for this?"
    My gaze crawled up the makeshift weapon to
the hand holding it. Strong, masculine. A familiar scar started at
the protrusion of the wrist bone and traveled up and over a tattoo
of an eagle perched on an anchor, its claws clutching a
trident.
    A flick of his hand and the corkscrew landed
neatly in the trash can. He bent, part of his torso coming into
view as he reached for something alongside the door frame. I didn't
have to look up to know this couldn't be Ray, no matter what the
voice sounded like or that scar and tattoo. We'd spent the last few
months living off of scraps, always on the move. The body in front
of me was sculpted muscle.
    "This will do you better, Jess."
    The thing was holding the machete by the
blade, the handle close enough I could take it.
    A little cry broke from me and my knees went
all rubbery. I grabbed hold of the towel rack to steady myself,
aware, all over again, that I was buck naked. I was frozen between
grabbing the towel on the rack or the machete.
    He flipped the weapon so that he had hold of
the handle once more. He brought the flat of the blade up under my
chin, forcing me to raise my gaze.
    It was him. Daddy. Unharmed. Alive.
    I gasped, feeling like I'd just been punched
in the face. Not alive, but not dead. He was one of them now. Fear
flooded me. My hand shot out, wrapped around the machete's handle
and jerked. He could have kept me from taking it but he didn't.
    "You can kill me any time you want, Jess. I
won't try to stop you." He backed up a little from the door's
threshold.

    Behind him on the bed I could see a freshly
placed robe. Short, slinky, the blue a close match to my eyes. Not
much but better than a towel or being naked in front of daddy. I
moved a little closer to the door but couldn't bring