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Authors: Cecy Robson
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“I have to charge more when I cross the state line!”
“It’s less than twelve miles away.”
“I don’t make the rules, lady. I’m just trying to put bread on the table.”
I slumped in my seat. “Fine.”
Sixty bucks for a sixteen-minute ride in a car that reeked of stale cigarettes and armpit. I rolled down the window for some fresh air and debated whether to return to The Hole—not for my sisters, they were fine—but to get another glimpse of those steamy baby browns. I abandoned the idea. His girlfriend wouldn’t be happy. Not that I blamed her. If he were mine, and some girl tried to—
The metallic scent of blood burned through my nose.
“Stop the car!”
“What?”
I shoved my feet back into Taran’s death traps. “Stop the car now !”
The cabbie pulled to the side. I bolted out before he finished parking. “Hey, wait. You have to pay!”
I raced toward the scent of death and spilled bloodsaturating an alleyway between a hair salon and a bookstore. Taran’s shoes dug into my tender feet like white-hot needles, but I didn’t stop, propelled by the need to investigate the dread plaguing the starlit night.
But when I stumbled into the alley, my pace slowed to a crawl.
There wasn’t a body there.
There were two.
Both women. Both young. Both with clothes splattered with their own blood. Their broken bodies lay near a Dumpster, amid a scattered field of discarded newspaper and tabloid magazines.
I wished fang marks had pierced their necks. Fang marks would have been welcome. Instead chunks of serrated flesh hollowed through to the vertebra, like a hungry dog had chewed down to the bone.
Except it hadn’t been a dog.
Their bodies were nothing more than sunken shells of gray shriveled skin over bone and withered muscle, drained of the blood that once nourished their organs and allowed them to breathe, laugh…live.
One of the women, a dark brunette, rested with hips twisted in the opposite direction from her torso, her eyes wide with blatant terror and pain. She probably would have screamed. But you needed a throat and vocal cords to scream. She had neither, just portions of mutilated flesh.
My heart stopped when I caught sight of the petite honey blonde with long wavy hair. Jesus. She could have been my Emme.
Heavy footsteps echoed behind me. I whipped around, growling.
The cabbie stumbled to a halt, falling to his knees andpanting heavily. His stark white face traveled from my protruding fangs to the dead women at my feet. He staggered backward. “Don’t hurt me….I didn’t see anything. I-I-I didn’t see anything.”
I retracted my claws and scary teeth. “I’m not going to hurt—”
The cabbie shook his head feverishly. “I didn’t see anything!” He stumbled to his feet, slamming into a garbage can in his haste to get away. Large empty bottles of hair product bounced and rolled onto the concrete behind the terrified cabbie. His heavy legs pumped until he skidded around the dark corner and disappeared.
I reached for my phone and just stared at it, unsure who to call. An infected vampire was on the loose. More people would die. Bren would race down here to be with me, but then what would we do? Calling the police seemed appropriate…if I were dealing with any run-of-the-mill psycho serial killer.
Shit.
My fingers swept across my touch screen, searching for Misha’s phone number. In my haste, I continued to hit the wrong contact. Twice I dialed my manager at work. Yeah, like Maureen would charge to the rescue. I took a breath to steady my thundering heart and finally pushed the right button.
The phone rang once, twice.
“Hello?” a sleepy female’s voice purred.
I hung up.
Shit. Shit. Shit. And that’s when it hit me. Pack weres , like the ones with my sisters, guarded the earth from mystical evil. My eyes skimmed over the women and their mummified physiques. Oh, yeah. I think this qualifies.
I hit the speed dial. Come on, come—
A rush of fury, sweat,
“It’s less than twelve miles away.”
“I don’t make the rules, lady. I’m just trying to put bread on the table.”
I slumped in my seat. “Fine.”
Sixty bucks for a sixteen-minute ride in a car that reeked of stale cigarettes and armpit. I rolled down the window for some fresh air and debated whether to return to The Hole—not for my sisters, they were fine—but to get another glimpse of those steamy baby browns. I abandoned the idea. His girlfriend wouldn’t be happy. Not that I blamed her. If he were mine, and some girl tried to—
The metallic scent of blood burned through my nose.
“Stop the car!”
“What?”
I shoved my feet back into Taran’s death traps. “Stop the car now !”
The cabbie pulled to the side. I bolted out before he finished parking. “Hey, wait. You have to pay!”
I raced toward the scent of death and spilled bloodsaturating an alleyway between a hair salon and a bookstore. Taran’s shoes dug into my tender feet like white-hot needles, but I didn’t stop, propelled by the need to investigate the dread plaguing the starlit night.
But when I stumbled into the alley, my pace slowed to a crawl.
There wasn’t a body there.
There were two.
Both women. Both young. Both with clothes splattered with their own blood. Their broken bodies lay near a Dumpster, amid a scattered field of discarded newspaper and tabloid magazines.
I wished fang marks had pierced their necks. Fang marks would have been welcome. Instead chunks of serrated flesh hollowed through to the vertebra, like a hungry dog had chewed down to the bone.
Except it hadn’t been a dog.
Their bodies were nothing more than sunken shells of gray shriveled skin over bone and withered muscle, drained of the blood that once nourished their organs and allowed them to breathe, laugh…live.
One of the women, a dark brunette, rested with hips twisted in the opposite direction from her torso, her eyes wide with blatant terror and pain. She probably would have screamed. But you needed a throat and vocal cords to scream. She had neither, just portions of mutilated flesh.
My heart stopped when I caught sight of the petite honey blonde with long wavy hair. Jesus. She could have been my Emme.
Heavy footsteps echoed behind me. I whipped around, growling.
The cabbie stumbled to a halt, falling to his knees andpanting heavily. His stark white face traveled from my protruding fangs to the dead women at my feet. He staggered backward. “Don’t hurt me….I didn’t see anything. I-I-I didn’t see anything.”
I retracted my claws and scary teeth. “I’m not going to hurt—”
The cabbie shook his head feverishly. “I didn’t see anything!” He stumbled to his feet, slamming into a garbage can in his haste to get away. Large empty bottles of hair product bounced and rolled onto the concrete behind the terrified cabbie. His heavy legs pumped until he skidded around the dark corner and disappeared.
I reached for my phone and just stared at it, unsure who to call. An infected vampire was on the loose. More people would die. Bren would race down here to be with me, but then what would we do? Calling the police seemed appropriate…if I were dealing with any run-of-the-mill psycho serial killer.
Shit.
My fingers swept across my touch screen, searching for Misha’s phone number. In my haste, I continued to hit the wrong contact. Twice I dialed my manager at work. Yeah, like Maureen would charge to the rescue. I took a breath to steady my thundering heart and finally pushed the right button.
The phone rang once, twice.
“Hello?” a sleepy female’s voice purred.
I hung up.
Shit. Shit. Shit. And that’s when it hit me. Pack weres , like the ones with my sisters, guarded the earth from mystical evil. My eyes skimmed over the women and their mummified physiques. Oh, yeah. I think this qualifies.
I hit the speed dial. Come on, come—
A rush of fury, sweat,
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