Tags:
Science-Fiction,
Romance,
Literature & Fiction,
Fantasy,
Paranormal,
Vampires,
Ghosts,
Psychics,
Demons & Devils,
Werewolves & Shifters,
Witches & Wizards
into her room. He hadn't come through any door or
window.
Levi let out a terrible roar.
His oversight had cost him dearly. It might even cost Rebecca her
life.
Rebecca had been misted away,
from under his very nose.
And a werebear's nose was very
powerful indeed.
There was only one reason why
he hadn't sensed or scented the vampire who had misted Rebecca away.
The vampire who had taken
Rebecca was a Master vampire.
CHAPTER
TWELVE
Rebecca wheezed and sputtered
as the pressure tightened around her throat. Clawing desperately at
her own neck, she could only feel her nails digging into her skin.
No one was strangling her. Yet, she was being suffocated, slowly but
surely.
The mist in the shower had
become so dense she could hardly see her own hand. The mist had felt
strangely solid against her, wrapping around her like a shroud.
She had tried to call out to
Levi, but her voice wouldn't work. She couldn't even breathe.
What was happening?
And...where was she?
She tried to calm herself
down, get her heart rate to slow down. But first, she had to
breathe.
Rebecca finally managed to
suck in a lungful of air, and everything cleared in an instant. The
mist fell away from her as she gasped and gulped in mouthfuls of air.
The invisible fingers that she had felt around her neck slipped
away, and she staggered sideways.
When she finally righted
herself, she saw a naked bulb swinging overhead like a pendulum.
Left, right, left right...the movement was almost hypnotic.
The room was listing and
tilting, but she could see dark figures standing around.
“ Who are you?” she
hissed, shaking her head to clear her vision. “Where am I?”
“ Hello Rebecca.”
She spun round at that
disgusting, familiar voice.
“ Phin,” she spat.
“ It's good you can still
recognize your husband's voice, and remember your husband's name. I
thought you'd forgotten all about me, after humping that big, blond
beefcake.” Phin circled her, smirking.
Rebecca bit the inside of her
cheek. She didn't have to deny or confirm anything. She didn't have
to explain herself to scum such as him. Those days were over. She
feared him no more. And she would give him no more power over her.
Rebecca simply stood still and
stared him straight in the eye. She didn't even bother trying to
cover herself with her hands, even though she was stark naked, fresh
out of her shower. Her hair was dripping, and water droplets were
slowly trickling down her legs to form a small puddle at her feet.
“ Why am I here?
How...did I get here?” she said tightly, pivoting on her heel
to stare at him levelly as he circled her. It was obvious that he
was trying to make her feel like a cornered prey, make her fear him.
She had fallen for that trick before. She had been so shocked, and
bewildered, unable to fully comprehend how and why the man she had
married had morphed into a monster overnight. His violent temper and
rages had stunned and terrified her. And he had used her fear and
her silence viciously and ruthlessly against her.
Well, now she knew better.
He was nothing but a coward, a
monstrous, brutish coward.
She almost laughed aloud at
herself. How could she have been afraid of a coward?
What did that make her?
Rebecca flicked her gaze to
the silent figures standing in the shadows against the wall, watching
them.
“ Who are they? Friends
of yours?” she smirked. “Somehow I don't think so. I
don't think they'd want to make you their friend . Their slave
maybe.”
“ You!”
She saw his face contort with
rage, but he didn't make a move to strike her. She smiled slowly.
She was right. Phin was afraid of them, whoever and whatever they
were.
She recalled the mist, and the
choking sensation. She raised a brow at the realization that she had
been misted here. “Are they...vampires?” She gave him a
smug, knowing look. “They are, aren't they?”
Phin snarled at her. “Shut
up, slut!”
One of the vamps spoke up.
“That's enough. Lock her in
Dean Wesley Smith, Kristine Kathryn Rusch
Martin A. Lee, Bruce Shlain