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Authors: John Skipp Cody Goodfellow
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they’re gonna be coming back anytime soon. Now get back in the fucking house. Ladies first.”
Jake was still up to his elbow in Jasper, who was horribly
still alive:
fighting with the last of his strength, using those final moments to try and claw out Jake’s throat.
For Jake, the struggle turned suddenly desperate. He had his free hand wedged under Jasper’s chin, forcing the head back as far as it would go, as he tried to yank his arm free: a frantic pushme-pullyou that strained his spine almost as much as Jasper’s. Even dying, the son of a bitch was strong.
But Jasper was going away now: limbs flailing onautomatic, mind barely aware. The darkness was calling, in a howl like the wind, urging him to let go.
Which he finally did, as Jake yanked free.
What hit the floor was just a human-shaped lump of empty meat.
Jake teetered slightly in the strobing lights, took a moment to revel in the kill. If his heart still pumped, it would be pounding right now. And the fireplace roared, as if in thunderous applause.
That’s when the others were herded back in.
Emmy was first.
This was gonna be fun.
Chapter Fifteen
The blood-drenched monstrosity standing before her could not be the man she loved. It was a dream, or a punishment from God, or a demon made flesh. But not Jake. Not Jake.
Then it smiled at her, and Emmy knew that smile. It was the one he used to charm, to smooth over the rough spots. It was the one that she had fallen in love with.
And the voice, as it spoke, was his, too.
“Look at you. My little Bible baby.” He stretched out the last words affectionately, just as he reached out with gore-matted arms. “Don’t be scared. It’s all right. Come to me.”
Emmy shook her head, but her legs started walking toward him, knees almost buckling with the effort.
“That’s right. There’s my girl…”
As if in a dream, she took another helpless step. The smell got to her, the closer she came. Emmy held her breath and forced herself closer, tears streaming all the way down her chin.
“My faithful puppy…”
Then he closed the distance, grabbing Emmy in a huge embrace, squeezing so hard that she wheezed andturned nearly as red as the blood on his hand, now painting her face and hair.
“And have I got a bone for you,” he half crooned in her ear.
Dear God, he was hard as a rock.
Then he pushed her back to arm’s length, held her taut by the shoulders.
“But first, I gotta gives kisses to the missus!”
The next thing Emmy knew, she was thrown to the floor so hard that she bounced off the tiles, barely managing to get her hands up in time to keep her nose from shattering.
The pain was as harsh and jarring as the shock. But then Esther screamed, and Emmy rolled over, just in time to watch the Jake-thing sweep his shrieking wife up in an almost-dancerly embrace: a violent tango move that bent her backward at the waist as he loomed and leered above her.
Jake opened his mouth, and his black tongue came out. Black as his eyes, in that flickering moment.
Then he pasted her with a kiss, burying that tongue in her screaming mouth.
A moment later, Esther hit the ground, vomiting crackers and scotch and a bile not entirely her own.
That left Evangeline as the last woman standing; and Emmy watched as she stood there, rigid and quaking and shaking her head, as if
refusing to believe in him
would somehow make him go away.
“Aw, check you out,” Jake cooed. “Aren’t you a sight.” Almost sympathetic, as he moved in slowly.
“WHY AREN’T YOU DEAD?” she shrieked at him.
Coming closer. “Now what did I always tell you?”
“NO!”
Closer. “There’s not a power in heaven or earth could keep me away from you, baby…”
“NO…!!!”
Evangeline launched herself at him, swinging wildly with her fists. He laughed and fended her off. He was bigger and stronger, but she was ferocious.
“DAMN! Look at you go!” To the men, he added, “See why I could never resist this one? I’m
Jake was still up to his elbow in Jasper, who was horribly
still alive:
fighting with the last of his strength, using those final moments to try and claw out Jake’s throat.
For Jake, the struggle turned suddenly desperate. He had his free hand wedged under Jasper’s chin, forcing the head back as far as it would go, as he tried to yank his arm free: a frantic pushme-pullyou that strained his spine almost as much as Jasper’s. Even dying, the son of a bitch was strong.
But Jasper was going away now: limbs flailing onautomatic, mind barely aware. The darkness was calling, in a howl like the wind, urging him to let go.
Which he finally did, as Jake yanked free.
What hit the floor was just a human-shaped lump of empty meat.
Jake teetered slightly in the strobing lights, took a moment to revel in the kill. If his heart still pumped, it would be pounding right now. And the fireplace roared, as if in thunderous applause.
That’s when the others were herded back in.
Emmy was first.
This was gonna be fun.
Chapter Fifteen
The blood-drenched monstrosity standing before her could not be the man she loved. It was a dream, or a punishment from God, or a demon made flesh. But not Jake. Not Jake.
Then it smiled at her, and Emmy knew that smile. It was the one he used to charm, to smooth over the rough spots. It was the one that she had fallen in love with.
And the voice, as it spoke, was his, too.
“Look at you. My little Bible baby.” He stretched out the last words affectionately, just as he reached out with gore-matted arms. “Don’t be scared. It’s all right. Come to me.”
Emmy shook her head, but her legs started walking toward him, knees almost buckling with the effort.
“That’s right. There’s my girl…”
As if in a dream, she took another helpless step. The smell got to her, the closer she came. Emmy held her breath and forced herself closer, tears streaming all the way down her chin.
“My faithful puppy…”
Then he closed the distance, grabbing Emmy in a huge embrace, squeezing so hard that she wheezed andturned nearly as red as the blood on his hand, now painting her face and hair.
“And have I got a bone for you,” he half crooned in her ear.
Dear God, he was hard as a rock.
Then he pushed her back to arm’s length, held her taut by the shoulders.
“But first, I gotta gives kisses to the missus!”
The next thing Emmy knew, she was thrown to the floor so hard that she bounced off the tiles, barely managing to get her hands up in time to keep her nose from shattering.
The pain was as harsh and jarring as the shock. But then Esther screamed, and Emmy rolled over, just in time to watch the Jake-thing sweep his shrieking wife up in an almost-dancerly embrace: a violent tango move that bent her backward at the waist as he loomed and leered above her.
Jake opened his mouth, and his black tongue came out. Black as his eyes, in that flickering moment.
Then he pasted her with a kiss, burying that tongue in her screaming mouth.
A moment later, Esther hit the ground, vomiting crackers and scotch and a bile not entirely her own.
That left Evangeline as the last woman standing; and Emmy watched as she stood there, rigid and quaking and shaking her head, as if
refusing to believe in him
would somehow make him go away.
“Aw, check you out,” Jake cooed. “Aren’t you a sight.” Almost sympathetic, as he moved in slowly.
“WHY AREN’T YOU DEAD?” she shrieked at him.
Coming closer. “Now what did I always tell you?”
“NO!”
Closer. “There’s not a power in heaven or earth could keep me away from you, baby…”
“NO…!!!”
Evangeline launched herself at him, swinging wildly with her fists. He laughed and fended her off. He was bigger and stronger, but she was ferocious.
“DAMN! Look at you go!” To the men, he added, “See why I could never resist this one? I’m
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