Free The Dark Messenger by Milo Spires

aloud to her friend. ‘So you say
that there’s a woman that fits our description and she has holes in
her neck, but her name is Becky, not Jenny?’
     
    ‘That’s right--but get this. Her friend who
was with her in the ambulance is called Jenny. What is all this
about anyway? This hasn’t got anything to do with those murders in
town last Saturday night, has it?’ she asked, deeply
inquisitive.
     
    ‘No, of course not. But what made you think
that anyway?’ Regina replied, gazing at Kaine with her eyebrows
raised.
     
    ‘Well, it says here on the screen that this
Becky woman is still travelling to the hospital in the ambulance.
Upon preliminary checks, she has very deep nasty lacerations on her
left hip and outside right bicep. The weird thing is though, there
are two deep holes that appear to be quite infected in her neck,
one above the other. The ambulance man who is with her put in his
notes that the best way to describe them is that they looked like
bite marks from a vampire movie,’ Christine said with a nervous
laugh in her voice.
     
    ‘ Ah. Weird. No, it was just
a fight in town, which I am doing a piece on for a local
newspaper,’ Regina replied.
     
    ‘Hmmm never knew you worked as a journalist,
how long have you been doing that for?’
     
    ‘Sorry to cut you short, Christine,’ Regina
interrupted. ‘I have just realized that I am going to be late for
the office!’ She felt bad about lying, and added, ‘Hey do you fancy
grabbing a coffee soon though? We can catch up on gossip.’
     
    ‘ Sure! When would you like
to?’ Christine asked.
     
    As Kaine’s strong telepathic thoughts were
now booming in her brain:
     
    ‘ Ask her which hospital
they are going too, baby. We need the hospital’s name.’
     
    She replied to him by hurling a pillow in his
direction, telling him that she was going to ask which hospital—it
was just that she was going to do it the woman’s way. She was
afraid that Christine might get a little suspicious otherwise.
     
    ‘I don't know exactly when we can meet for
coffee, but soon. I will call you, okay? Hey, what hospital are
they going to anyway?’ she asked.
     
    ‘They are on their way now to Brighton. I
don’t know where inside though, but will text you later when she’s
been allocated! Oops, gotta go, boss is coming. Call me!’ she said
hastily as she disconnected the call.
     
    Kaine and Regina both laughed.
     
    Kaine then looked at his half-naked gorgeous
wife sitting up with the silk sheets wrapped round her waist, and
realized that she still wasn’t dressed.

    ‘Darling, please. Can you get dressed and be
ready in five minutes? We need to leave urgently! I am going
downstairs to sort out the guns.’ He looked sternly at her. ‘We
leave in twenty minutes,’ he said, heading quickly toward the
doorway, which led through into the kitchen.
     
    ‘ Yes, Mr. Bossy Boots,’
came her reply.

Chapter 7 -
(Turned)
    The journey to the hospital had passed
quickly, but not without a sudden turn of events. Within minutes of
the start of the journey, Becky’s heart rate had returned to
normal—perfect, actually. The ambulance man in the back had been
puzzled, but Jenny had been relieved that her friend was getting
better. She had thought the worst, thinking that maybe she had lost
her back there in her bathroom. The ambulance man had radioed the
situation back to the hospital and she had heard him say that he
had just witnessed the impossible. She hadn’t understood, but
hadn’t cared either; she was just happy that Becky was alive.
     
    The driver had shouted back at one point of
the journey, asking, ‘Are you alright back there, Paul?’ He hadn’t
replied instantly; after a lengthy pause he had said, ‘There’s
holes in her neck that are infected, Dave, and they look like bite
marks. Her skin was warm and a normal color a couple minutes ago.
Now she looks quite pale and her skin is freezing cold.’
     
    The driver started laughing, even though