seeing things, hearing things, and I caught
your little floating act the other night."
I put hand up to my chest where my heart thudded so
loud I could hear the rush of blood in my ears. I swore I could
actually taste the blood in my mouth.
"It won't be long before you start to think
differently. You'll start to do things you've never done before.
Bad things, Salem."
I backed up toward the door, my hands shook and knees
wobbled like jelly that it was difficult to stay upright.
"You're turning into a cambion. A half-incubus, well
in your case, succubus, creature resulting from sleeping with
Thane."
I put my hand on the bathroom door intent on pulling
it open. I wanted Trevor to go away. I wanted all of this, this
nightmare to stop. But I couldn't just close my eyes. I knew that
now.
I pulled the door, but it was locked. Fumbling, I
flicked the dead bolt clock wise to open it.
"I don't believe you."
"You will soon enough."
I pulled open the door, and Chloe tumbled in. She
bumped into me sending us both into the wall. I knocked the back of
my head.
When she recovered, she grabbed my arm. "What the
hell were you doing in here? You were gone for like twenty minutes.
I thought you fell in or something."
I shook my head, trying to clear it. "No, I was
talking to...," I swiveled to point at Trevor.
But he was gone. Again. Vanished like before. But
this time from a locked room. I hadn't seen him walk out.
Chloe glanced around the room. "To who? You're
imaginary friend."
I looked at her then. Maybe that was the truth. I
rubbed at my head, at the back where it ached. Maybe I was
imagining all of this. And Trevor was just a figment of my
imagination.
Sighing, I turned on the water tap and splashed cold
water onto my face. I needed a good night's sleep.
Then my eyes rested on the cup on the counter. The
one with the half-finished café mocha. The cup Trevor had held in
his hand. And I knew that I couldn't brush this off as imaginary.
This was real. He was real. And whatever was happening to me was
real as well. Like it or not, I had to deal with it.
Chloe checked her face in the mirror, her purple eye
shadow was as iridescent as it had been earlier that morning, then
grabbed my arm. "Come on. Let's ditch the rest of the day and go
play air hockey at the pool hall."
I nodded and let her pull me out of the bathroom. A
few games of air hockey sounded good. At least, then I wouldn't
have to think. I could just detach and play.
I liked that. Detaching. Too bad I couldn't do it
with everything else. Then maybe I'd stop the bitter coldness that
was growing inside me. Or at least, if I couldn't stop it, I
wouldn't have to feel it.
Chapter 9
That night the dream started with music.
I was back at the Malice gig. But this time I was
alone. No Chloe, no bleach blond bimbo. Completely, utterly alone.
It was just me in the crowd watching the band play.
Thane was singing to me.
I swayed to every note, to every dip and crest in
cadence of his sweet sensual voice. He'd entranced me. I was caught
in his spell. I was trapped but I liked it there. It made me feel
wanted, craved and sexy. Like my body was a willowy flower, moving,
undulating in the gentle breeze, stretching out toward the warm
rays of life-giving sunshine. As if the sun desired me and only
me.
Gripping the microphone stand tightly in his hand,
Thane leaned down toward me. His eyes were as black as tar. But I
didn't flinch, I didn't back away. I liked that he was looking at
me so intensely. Flutters of desire, deep and intense, started in
my belly. I nearly gasped aloud from the strength of them.
His voice was so powerful, I nearly wept.
You belong to me,
I won't ever let you go.
I own you, I possess you,
I dominate your life
Follow me, Follow me
Down below
Remember...
You must reap what you sow
His words penetrated my body, twisting and shifting
through my veins. I could hear them rushing in my ears, as if my
heart had actually pumped them in and out like
your little floating act the other night."
I put hand up to my chest where my heart thudded so
loud I could hear the rush of blood in my ears. I swore I could
actually taste the blood in my mouth.
"It won't be long before you start to think
differently. You'll start to do things you've never done before.
Bad things, Salem."
I backed up toward the door, my hands shook and knees
wobbled like jelly that it was difficult to stay upright.
"You're turning into a cambion. A half-incubus, well
in your case, succubus, creature resulting from sleeping with
Thane."
I put my hand on the bathroom door intent on pulling
it open. I wanted Trevor to go away. I wanted all of this, this
nightmare to stop. But I couldn't just close my eyes. I knew that
now.
I pulled the door, but it was locked. Fumbling, I
flicked the dead bolt clock wise to open it.
"I don't believe you."
"You will soon enough."
I pulled open the door, and Chloe tumbled in. She
bumped into me sending us both into the wall. I knocked the back of
my head.
When she recovered, she grabbed my arm. "What the
hell were you doing in here? You were gone for like twenty minutes.
I thought you fell in or something."
I shook my head, trying to clear it. "No, I was
talking to...," I swiveled to point at Trevor.
But he was gone. Again. Vanished like before. But
this time from a locked room. I hadn't seen him walk out.
Chloe glanced around the room. "To who? You're
imaginary friend."
I looked at her then. Maybe that was the truth. I
rubbed at my head, at the back where it ached. Maybe I was
imagining all of this. And Trevor was just a figment of my
imagination.
Sighing, I turned on the water tap and splashed cold
water onto my face. I needed a good night's sleep.
Then my eyes rested on the cup on the counter. The
one with the half-finished café mocha. The cup Trevor had held in
his hand. And I knew that I couldn't brush this off as imaginary.
This was real. He was real. And whatever was happening to me was
real as well. Like it or not, I had to deal with it.
Chloe checked her face in the mirror, her purple eye
shadow was as iridescent as it had been earlier that morning, then
grabbed my arm. "Come on. Let's ditch the rest of the day and go
play air hockey at the pool hall."
I nodded and let her pull me out of the bathroom. A
few games of air hockey sounded good. At least, then I wouldn't
have to think. I could just detach and play.
I liked that. Detaching. Too bad I couldn't do it
with everything else. Then maybe I'd stop the bitter coldness that
was growing inside me. Or at least, if I couldn't stop it, I
wouldn't have to feel it.
Chapter 9
That night the dream started with music.
I was back at the Malice gig. But this time I was
alone. No Chloe, no bleach blond bimbo. Completely, utterly alone.
It was just me in the crowd watching the band play.
Thane was singing to me.
I swayed to every note, to every dip and crest in
cadence of his sweet sensual voice. He'd entranced me. I was caught
in his spell. I was trapped but I liked it there. It made me feel
wanted, craved and sexy. Like my body was a willowy flower, moving,
undulating in the gentle breeze, stretching out toward the warm
rays of life-giving sunshine. As if the sun desired me and only
me.
Gripping the microphone stand tightly in his hand,
Thane leaned down toward me. His eyes were as black as tar. But I
didn't flinch, I didn't back away. I liked that he was looking at
me so intensely. Flutters of desire, deep and intense, started in
my belly. I nearly gasped aloud from the strength of them.
His voice was so powerful, I nearly wept.
You belong to me,
I won't ever let you go.
I own you, I possess you,
I dominate your life
Follow me, Follow me
Down below
Remember...
You must reap what you sow
His words penetrated my body, twisting and shifting
through my veins. I could hear them rushing in my ears, as if my
heart had actually pumped them in and out like
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