Free The Chalice by P.L. Parker

things flashed through her m ind. Too bad about the Vam pire eyeteeth! Other than that, his teeth had been perfect—straight and white— like the rest of him . She’d been fascinated by the silky hair and glittering eyes, alm ost like polished glass but exuding rays of inner warmth. In a white vam pire alien sort of way, he was kind of sexy.
    He’d seemed surprised when the women sprinted from  the room . Mouth gapingopen and eyebrows arched. But what did he expect? We aren’t here because wewant to be.
    Still, the breeders hadn’t made any threatening moves. They’d been almost
    hesitant, unsure. As they should be!
    “Do you think they killed Moira?”
    “If they don’t, I will,” Dread growled. “She never shut up once while we were in there. Drives me crazy with her whining.” She snapped a thong strap, wiggling her plum p butt. “Only thing m akes me crazier is these dam n panties or whatever they are. Think they’d be smart enough to give us some decent clothes.”
    Anne glanced down, grim acing with distaste. “They were wearing practicallythe sam e thing, although I noticed theirs were much nicer and covered more. Must be the standard wearing apparel.”
    “Standard or not, I want some clothes,” Dread huffed, snapping another strap.
    “Like wearing som e damn rubber bands.”
    “There’s a possibility I can disable the panel from  this side.” Anne fiddled with the controls, brows furrowed. “Though it won’t do m uch good if they can open the door from  the other side.”
    “Maybe we should pile stuff against the entrance.”
    “You smoking crack again, girl? Everything’s m olded to the floor and walls. Ain’t nothing we can move.” To give credence to her statement, Dread kicked a bench. It rem ained solidly in place. “Same way the beds are. All of it’s molded into the main structure.”
    “Anything besides the thongs in the storage units?”
    “Nothing,” Ume said. “I checked everything when I was looking for possible
    weapons. This area is strictly for dorm itory purposes.”
    Kara sighed, feeling like a third class passenger trapped in the bowels of the Titanic. “So all we really have are the makeshift weapons we m ade from  theeating utensils? Not m uch good against giant man and his army of clones.”
    “Dere not so many m ens bigger dan m e.” Hanna’s wistful statement came as a
    surprise. “I vas always bigger dan most.”

    “Well, hell, girl,” Dread laughed. “There’s a whole smorgasbord out there to choose from .” She grinned, an evil twist of her full lips. “Why don’t you step outside and look around. Maybe save Moira while you’re at it.”
    “I…I vas just m aking a statement,” Hanna stuttered, indignant. “But I vould go
    out dere if it vas needed.”
    “Leave her be, Dread,” Kara said. “Better yet, why don’t you wander out there
    and look around. You know, scope out the enemy. Maybe take a few hostages.”
    “We really need to know what they’re up to.” Deep in thought, Anne drum med her fingers in a nervous staccato against the wall. “Um e. Could we raise the door just high enough so we could to see what they’re doing?”
    Ume shook her head, the black bob swinging. “We could try— but I have noidea if we could stop it from  opening all the way.” She crouched down, examiningthe door. “If we could brace something under here and close the panelim mediately after we punched it open, might be able to keep it ajar—just enoughto see under. Anybody have any objections?”
    Didn’t sound like the best idea, but they were out of options. Either hide inhere for the rest of eternity and starve to death, or do something constructive. Decision made, Kara nodded. “That’s what we do then.”
    “I have something we can use,” a young voice called from  the back of the quivering m ass of traumatized wom en. A slim  girl pushed through the crowd. “This was on the