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Bloody Bones :: Гамильтон Лорел
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When the light from his cross died away, we stood there in the darkness. The moonlight that had seemed so bright before was a dim substitute.
My night vision returned in stages. Kissa stepped closer, the gun still pointed at us. The first time I'd seen her, she had exuded sexuality, power; now she was docile, quiet, as though some of her power had been drained away. She looked pale and drawn. She needed to feed.
"Why haven't they let you feed tonight?" I asked.
"Our master is not a hundred percent sure of Kissa's loyalty. It needed testing, didn't it, my dark beauty?"
Kissa didn't answer. She stared at me with large, dark eyes, but the gun never wavered.
"Feed, children, feed."
Pallas and Bettina walked over to Stirling. They stared at me over him. I stared back.
Stirling grabbed my leg. "You can't let them have me. Please, please."
Pallas knelt by him. Bettina walked around to the side I was on. She pulled Stirling's hand off my leg. The vampire's lower back brushed my legs. I took a step back, and Stirling started screaming.
Xavier and Ellie had already started to feed on the blessedly unconscious Ms. Harrison. Larry looked at me, hands out, empty, helpless.
I didn't know what to say.
"Don't touch me, don't touch me!" Stirling batted at Pallas with his good hand, and the vampire caught it easily, held it.
"At least put him under," I said.
Pallas looked up at me. "After he tried to kill you? Why show him mercy?"
"Maybe I don't want to hear him scream."
Pallas smiled. Her eyes flashed dark fire. "For you, Anita, anything."
She grabbed Stirling's chin, forcing him to meet her gaze.
"Ms. Blake, help me. Help. ." The words died in his mouth.
I watched everything slide out of his eyes, until they were empty and waiting.
"Come to me, Raymond," Pallas said. "Come to me."
Stirling sat up, his one good arm embracing the vampire. He tried to use the broken arm, but it wouldn't bend at the elbow.
Bettina bent the broken arm backward and forward, laughing. Stirling never reacted to the pain. He snuggled against Pallas. The look on his face was one of happiness, joy. Eagerness.
Pallas sank fangs into his neck. Stirling spasmed for a second, then relaxed and began making soft noises in his throat.
Pallas moved Stirling's head to one side, sucking on the wound but leaving enough room on the other side for someone else. Bettina sank fangs into the exposed flesh.
When the light from his cross died away, we stood there in the darkness. The moonlight that had seemed so bright before was a dim substitute.
My night vision returned in stages. Kissa stepped closer, the gun still pointed at us. The first time I'd seen her, she had exuded sexuality, power; now she was docile, quiet, as though some of her power had been drained away. She looked pale and drawn. She needed to feed.
"Why haven't they let you feed tonight?" I asked.
"Our master is not a hundred percent sure of Kissa's loyalty. It needed testing, didn't it, my dark beauty?"
Kissa didn't answer. She stared at me with large, dark eyes, but the gun never wavered.
"Feed, children, feed."
Pallas and Bettina walked over to Stirling. They stared at me over him. I stared back.
Stirling grabbed my leg. "You can't let them have me. Please, please."
Pallas knelt by him. Bettina walked around to the side I was on. She pulled Stirling's hand off my leg. The vampire's lower back brushed my legs. I took a step back, and Stirling started screaming.
Xavier and Ellie had already started to feed on the blessedly unconscious Ms. Harrison. Larry looked at me, hands out, empty, helpless.
I didn't know what to say.
"Don't touch me, don't touch me!" Stirling batted at Pallas with his good hand, and the vampire caught it easily, held it.
"At least put him under," I said.
Pallas looked up at me. "After he tried to kill you? Why show him mercy?"
"Maybe I don't want to hear him scream."
Pallas smiled. Her eyes flashed dark fire. "For you, Anita, anything."
She grabbed Stirling's chin, forcing him to meet her gaze.
"Ms. Blake, help me. Help. ." The words died in his mouth.
I watched everything slide out of his eyes, until they were empty and waiting.
"Come to me, Raymond," Pallas said. "Come to me."
Stirling sat up, his one good arm embracing the vampire. He tried to use the broken arm, but it wouldn't bend at the elbow.
Bettina bent the broken arm backward and forward, laughing. Stirling never reacted to the pain. He snuggled against Pallas. The look on his face was one of happiness, joy. Eagerness.
Pallas sank fangs into his neck. Stirling spasmed for a second, then relaxed and began making soft noises in his throat.
Pallas moved Stirling's head to one side, sucking on the wound but leaving enough room on the other side for someone else. Bettina sank fangs into the exposed flesh.