As
the man crept across the room he held out one hand, covered by a thin black
glove, about a foot away from his hip. The tips of his fingers encountered the
rim of the table that held Gerard’s gutted body. The hood of the man’s coat
covered most of his face, but Harvey could see the man’s nostrils constant
flaring. A tiny flame of hope glowed deep inside Harvey’s icy being.
Could
this man be a paranormal?
The
man stopped moving before the door made of heavy metal bars that completed
Harvey’s prison cell. He lifted his hand until the gloved palm was mere inches
from the door and held it there.
A
croaking whisper that was all that was left of Harvey’s voice broke the
silence. “Electricity is running through the metal. It will knock you out cold
if you touch it.”
The
man lifted his head. Harvey’s stuttering heart stopped beating. Before him was
an angel with golden skin, full lips, and pale milky eyes. He was an angel in
black.
“Does
the locking device on the door have one light or two that tell you when it’s
safe to open?”
Harvey
couldn’t answer for a moment. He was too star struck by the pure melody of the
man’s voice.
“We
need to hurry,” the man urged.
“There
is a green light directly above a red light about two inches to the left of the
door’s latch,” Harvey answered.
As
he spoke he noticed the man’s beautiful wide milky grey eyes weren’t focused on
him, but staring off above his head. Shit, they were dead men. There was no way
a blind man was getting him out of this grim pit of vipers.
The
man withdrew a plastic credit card from his deep coat pocket. The small square
patch of silver on the front reflected a kaleidoscope of colors under the harsh
lights of the lab. He held the card out between his thumb and index finger,
“This
card needs to push the latch like you would open a regular locked door,” the
man explained. “Can you use the words, right, left, higher, and lower to help
me guide the card into the latch?”
“The
electricity will melt that card and probably kill a little thing like you,”
Harvey pointed out.
“It’s
a special card," the man ordered in a clear crisp voice. "Now
talk."
In
the past, Harvey would have taken on any man who tried to give him orders. But
those days, like his freedom, had been stolen by evil. Now, he didn’t have
enough strength to make a fist much less hit anyone.
It
took more than a few slow precise instructions, but minutes later the door
swung open with an ominous squeak, triggering the hairs on the nap of Harvey’s
neck to rise in alarm.
As
the small man stepped into his cell, he said, “My name is Bailey.”
“I’m
Harvey. Call me Vey,” Vey answered watching Bailey come closer.
Through
the stench of decay another scent reached Vey. It wrapped around him,its sweet
smell tantalized every nerve in his body. Want, desire, and need screamed
through his veins. It made him crave. It made him yearn.
But
above all, it made him thirsty.
There
was little moisture left in his withered body. Through starvation, blood
depravation, and torture, all that was left of Vey was leathery thick, gray
skin, covering a skeleton.
When
Bailey stood at his side and began exploring his body, Vey had to close his
eyes and gnash his teeth together to withstand this new torture being inflicted
on him. Bailey’s scent of honey and fresh greens overwhelmed him.
“I
need to get these bands off,” Bailey’s low whisper tickled against his ear.
Vey
groaned as what little that was left of his stomach turned itself inside out.
His mind began screaming, “Need…need…need.”
Bailey
knelt and Vey opened his eyes in time to see the man pull a pen out of his
pocket. He pressed the top and a stream of bright laser light burst out of one
end.
“I’m
sorry,” Bailey said. “It cuts through the iron like butter, but it will also
burn you. My brother, Basil, says it isn’t a bad burn, but like any burn it
will hurt.”
“Do
it,” Vey said, holding onto his sanity by a thread. He wanted to take a bath in
a river of blood. He wanted to roll around in it until he was stained
permanently red.
A
line of fire sliced through the skin on his ankle. Seconds later his toes
curled as he concentrated on withstanding the burn to his other leg. Bailey
stood and fire lit up Vey’s waist and then his neck.
Vey
froze. He could only take slow breaths hoping his thundering heart wouldn’t
pound out of his chest. Bailey was cutting the last band holding him against
the wall. “Need…. Need…Need,”
screeched through his system again.
Small
strong hands pushed against his chest holding him upright. “Let’s get you out
of here.”
Vey
opened his eyes and looked down at the pretty dark haired man. While baring his
fangs, Vey lowered his head to the front opening of Bailey’s coat and struck.
His teeth slid easily into Bailey's soft skin.
Rich,
thick, ambrosia coated Vey’s tongue and slid down his throat. With every
swallow, his strength returned. With every swallow of Bailey’s essence, they
became one. Mouthful after mouthful had Vey’s heart recovering from shock
treatments. Scars from operations performed while he was still awake healed.
Missing parts of organs now regrew. Hair sprouted from his head.
And
Vey’s mind cleared.
Minutes,
hours, or maybe it was just moments later, Vey found himself sitting on the
floor with Bailey on his lap. Fists no longer pounded at his body. Pulling his
fangs free Vey saw Bailey was ash white and barely breathing. Stark fear
gripped him. The more his body and mind healed, the more certain Vey became
that Bailey was important to him.
In
a panic, Vey used an overlong fingernail to cut into a thick vein near his
neck. Cupping the back of Bailey’s head Vey pressed the smaller man’s lips
against the blood pumping out of the wound.
Bailey
latched on to his neck like a starving man. Vey smiled at his thoughts. Bailey
was starving after what Vey had taken. Something inside told Vey it was now his
job to willingly give up whatever Bailey needed.
The
doors of the lab burst open and a muscular man in black stepped through with a
gun in one hand and a knife in the other. “Get away from him,” the man shouted
before he started growling.
A
shaking hand pressed against the bare skin of Vey's chest. Bailey’s weak voice
rang out, “Don’t hurt him, he’s mine.”
Oh wow!! I can't beleive you and Stormy Glenn are teaming up together for this new book.. I know it's going to be amazing. I really hope we get more than just one book out of this series with the two of you writing it.
ReplyDeleteThis series sounds like it's going to be incredible.
Hi Madeleine. We actually plan on having 5 books in this series. There are five brothers. After that we'll see what happens. (insert evil laugh)
Delete