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Waking up in Gerard’s arms was nice, but a little odd, it being that it was the first time in a long time that I’ve fallen asleep next to anyone, I don‘t really date, or sleep around much. I could have lain there all day, but I had things that needed to be done, so slowly I pulled away from him and slid off the bed and slipped on my clothes on and left thee room, making sure the door was locked behind me. In the sun-drenched hallway I leaned against the door and closed my eyes. I kept thinking that that night had been a bad idea, what had I been thinking? I hadn’t be thinking, that was the problem. Sliding down the wall I pulled my legs to my chest and tried to center myself when suddenly I got a pain like a knife through my brain, like someone was giving me a lobotomy with out anesthesia. Opening my eyes everything seemed Technicolor, brighter then real.

And there was a man standing before me. He had blue eyes, black hair and white skin, but that didn’t really cover it. His eyes were a deep drowning blue with a fiery red ring around the pupil, his deep blue hair, so dark it seemed black, was a cascading waterfall down his back to his waist, highlighted violet in the sunlit hallway and his porcelain skin almost blinding as he stepped toward me, his hips swaying in an almost feminine manner. He stopped before me, his hands resting on his hips suggestively.

“Who are you?” My voice echoed in the passageway as I slowly stood back up, I call it this because I was using my second sight and was in passage between the worlds.

“I have many names, but you can call me Kane. His voice was a deep gravelly purr that sent fire up my spine.

“Like as in the bible Kane?” I asked as I pressed my back against the wall. He gave a curt nod as I inched my way along the wall to Gerard’s door. “Who are you here for?”

“Gerard.”

“You can’t have him.” My voice sounded stronger then I felt. This demon was so very strong and my power was a flee compared to the elephant that was his.

“Are you offering yourself in his place?”

Ignoring his question I asked another. “Who sent you?”

“That I cannot tell you, not unless you ask the question the right way.”

I just felt like screaming. “If I let you have him, what are you going to do to him?” there was an edge of impatience creeping into my voice. I needed answers soon. I was running out of questions. With Master demons you have six questions before the truce of the first meeting is called off.

“Have you ever seen the way cows get killed without the anaesthetization?”

If you don’t know what that’s like, let me tell you. First they hang it up on the back-hooves, and then making two cuts from the neck threw the whole animal. Two, because the first one doesn’t go deep enough. With the second one a HUGE flush of blood flows out of the poor animal. All this is done while it’s still alive. Then, they cut all hooves off, and finally the poor thing dies.


Running both my hands over my face I rubbed at my eyes and sighed. “I can’t let you have him.” I looked at him again.

“Then I ask again, do you offer yourself in his stead?” He spoke with grave deliberation, his voice edged with tension.

Should I give up my life for someone I hardly knew? Yup. “Yes, fine, kill me.”

His full, almost bee stung lips slightly opened to show his sharp teeth as he came closer, his long eyelashes down over half lidded eyes, looking up at me as a smile curled the corners of his mouth while he stretched a hand out, daring me to take it.

I slid my hand in to his and as our skin touched I saw into his mind. I saw a room resembling barracks, great crimson splashes on the walls, like walking into an abattoir. There were dozens of beds, most of the bedclothes covered in blood and had been hacked and cut with blades, while tow beds had been literally torn to pieces. Splinters lay scattered across the floor and half a dozen wooden spikes had been driven into the wall like so many jagged nails. I saw someone dressed in a uniform hacking another person to pieces as he tried to crawl away. A lengthy trail of blood on the floor showing how long the man had been crawling, while a man sat in a corner and stabbed himself repeatedly in the gut until his arms became too weak to lift the knife.

I was pulling out of his thoughts when I saw Mae, cut to bits and set out on the table downstairs, like a revolting diner and Nixa dead on the stairs leading to the cellar, her eyes were torn out as was her heart and she was eviscerated, her entrails strung along the banister like Christmas decorations and the door wide open. Was this a memory, were they really dead? Or where his thoughts mixed with his memories? Was that what he planed to do? I tried to pull my hand from his from his, scream that I wouldn’t go with him, when someone grabbed me and gave me a violent shake. Opening eyes I didn’t know where closed I looked into Bobs blue eyes. I was back in the real world and he was asking me if I was okay. Licking dry lips I nodded mutely.

Trying to act like I was okay I asked him why he was up so early. He merely shrugged and took a step away from me telling me he heard screaming and thought it was Gerard, so he came to check on him only to find me curled in a ball on the hallway floor, screaming. Looking into Bob’s eyes I saw something there, something dark, and I couldn’t stop myself from speaking. “It was you.” My voice shook as I took a step back. “What was me?” he asked, head tilted to the side.

It was all clear to me now. Bob was the one who had summoned the demons when I passed out in the kitchen; it had nothing to do with frank. “You called the demons and Kane…” He peered down his nose at me as I backed away from him. “Took you long enough.” He lunged for me and I made a mad dash down the hallway toward the stairs. Glad I was barefoot, I run better that way. Once down on the main level I turned and ran to the kitchen passing the dinning room and seeing it was true Mea was dead. Running through the kitchen I could tell by the smell that Nixa was as well. I tried to stop to grab a knife but Bobs Maniacal laughter was growing closer. Running through the already door open I hauled ass out into the crisp autumn air and into the vast woods that surrounded the property, my bare feet numb as I ran over the newly fallen leaves, when I heard Bob.

“Don't run, you'll just die tired” He spoke in stentorian bellows, his voice echoing through the trees.