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With a single stroke of his hand he’d
split her stomach completely open, before thrusting his arm up and under her
rib cage. The sensation of warm blood pumping over his arm only acted in
spurring him on, as he swiftly reached for the organ that would help complete
this vital stage of his evolution.
        Vicky was totally shocked. She’d known that
her time was close, but had had no idea as to how or exactly when it would actually
occur. It was not unlike watching a film and she couldn’t comprehend quite what
was happening to her. She became very hot and nauseous having felt and heard
her skin tearing as his hand had caused irreparable damage. Vicky couldn’t find
the strength to struggle as blood trickled in spasms down her sides. Urine
began to squirt uncontrollably from between her legs as she slowly lost
complete co-ordination of her lower body. The last thing she felt was an
intense pain in her head followed by a sudden but welcoming darkness as Janus
completed his task by ripping out her heart. Throughout the whole ordeal, Janus
had linked his mind into hers. He’d sensed the blackness during the last of her
death throes, which were closely followed by the feeling of a long awaited
release. Janus had completed the final thrust and held the bloody organ high in
his hand like a winning trophy, leaving the mutilated body on the blood stained
bed before walking off to the shower.

 
    The Dra-Na-Zee had required a human life to be sacrificed in
order to continue their bid for the survival of their race. Vicky for all her
troubles and all the effort she’d been through over so many years had finally
gained an extremely unusual form of immortality. The human once known as Vicky
Newman, now lived on inside the lifeblood of the being known as Janus.

CHAPTER 5 – Origin Unknown

 
    It
was Leila who first contacted the police as Vicky had never been late for work in
all the years that she’d known her. She was the sort of person you could always
rely on, come rain or shine, and if something had been wrong, Vicky would have
phoned. At first she’d wondered if she was just being a foolish old lady, but
Leila had a bad feeling about the whole thing and her instincts were usually
quite good. On reflection, she had to admit that Vicky had seemed a little bit
on edge quite recently, something must have been bothering her. After informing
her staff about where she was going, she hurried off to call around in person
at Vicky’s flat. Her head was full of all sorts of obscure reasons for her
employee’s sudden disappearance at the time, especially as the police had
seemed so blasé, having informed her that people go missing every day. They’d
also asked her if she felt a crime had been committed, to which she had no
other option than to admit she didn’t know.  
        Having received no answer at the front of
the house, she then decided to try the back entrance and found the back door to
be slightly ajar. Stepping inside and calling Vicky’s name out loudly as she
entered, Leila knew immediately that there really was something wrong. The
bedroom no longer appeared to have a bed in it. Therefore she called the police
again, and this time she really emphasised the fact that she felt something was
seriously wrong.
        Leila eventually waited for well over an
hour before a police car finally arrived. This was closely followed by a rather
beaten up looking Citroen 2CV that contained a rather funny looking man with a
set of cameras. She’d been watching as he’d parked up, stepped out, and
immediately tripped over, having missed his footing on the pavement. Leila had
struggled not to laugh as she was being approached by one of the policemen. He’d
turned back and shouted out something to a younger officer still standing by
the car as he’d walked towards the house.
         Detective Inspector Dave Sorbus was a
rugged looking forty-nine year old who’d worked for the force since joining as
a youth. Having