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ambulance was in motion and Michael was alone, preparing a syringe.
    “Do you trust me?”
    “Yes,” she breathed.
    “Do you want to be able to walk again? Be able to pick up your children? Be able to squeeze t C towouldhem tightly in your arms again?” Excitement burned in Michael’s eyes.
    “Yes,” she answered again. This time her chin wobbled with the threat of another deluge of tears. She hadn’t thought about the fact that she would never hold her precious girls again.
    “Good.” He plunged the needle into her unresponsive arm. “This is something to help you sleep. I promise when you wake up, you will be a new woman.” He finished administering the dose and leaned very close to her face. His sudden closeness surprised her and she was dizzy. Her heart raced. He kissed her forehead; his warm embrace was loving. He pulled away and his gentle smile put hope back in her heart.
    He paused for a mere second and his face changed completely. His jaw set, his eyes took on a wild glow. With flaring nostrils, he pulled back his lips, revealing a threatening row of teeth and lunged at her throat. He bit into her cold flesh. Pain instantly seared through her. She gasped, wanting to scream and his hand clamped over her mouth. Her mind raced. She had to move, to shove him off, to push him away, but she lay still, her body betraying her.
    She suddenly felt very sleepy, her eyelids sagged. She couldn’t will them open. He was still at her neck, but he wasn’t attacking any more. She felt his lips caress her chin. Her eyes finally sank shut as he moved up her jaw line; his kisses were tender and loving. She couldn’t fight the sleep that was taking her captive, sucking her down into a dark abyss. A creeping chill was penetrating her more deeply now. It was chasing her further into darkness. She wondered how long she had been outside in the snow.
    “ Grazie ,” the angel voice echoed in the darkness. The words swirled and danced in her mind like blinding snowflakes on the breeze and she lost her battle with sleep. Dori fell, slowly, toward some unknown depth for what seemed like hours. The cold intensified as she drifted lower and lower. Finally, her decent stopped as she settled onto an unseen floor. She shivered alone in the dark .
     
     

 
     
    Chapter Eight
     
     
     
    February 7, 1598
    I am no longer the man I once was. All hope of salvation has been stolen from me. I am now a prisoner of the nighte. The demonic spectre made me part of his coven; I ’ d rather he had ended my suffering. Instead I shall spend the rest of eternitie searching for his demise.
    He found the three remaining colonists and myself huddled in the chapel, reciting the Lord ’ s prayer. A stench was noticeable before the smoke began billowing in. We presumed the building had caught fire, but we were quite deceived. While we watched, the putrid cloud solidified and became flesh and bone. Before us stood Lucifer ’ s henchman. A skeletal body with matted hair stared with a menacing grin. Eerie laughter filled the room. Spittle dripped from his chin.
    The tortures we endured that nighte left us all beggi Fged a ’ s greede for our pain. Blood ran through the pews, sullying the Lord ’ s house.
    Henry was laine out on the altar and the barbarian drove spikes through his palms and feet. John ’ s wrists were slit to fill the communion challis with an unholy offering. James was bound and prepared for a spiritual cleansing. The vile creature performed a darke, darke exorcism on him, tearing open his flesh to free his body of evil. With my fellow colonists in varying stages of deathe, he turned his attention to me.
    Ravenous eyes thirsted for more carnage; he was intoxicated by the terror and gore. He pursued me swiftly, but my torture would come later. Wordlessly he lifted me to his bosom and sunk his teeth into me. Blackness overtook me. I sank into a frozen chasme. I cannot say how long it was before I awoke, but when I did I was quite