“Oh drats,” she breathed. “He found me and I’m not even in the right sector. He is going to be so angry with me.”
“Who is going to be angry with you?” And how many of you are there?
Her lips pursed. “My maker, duh. Promise you won’t go anywhere? I’ll only be a few minutes.”
“I – uh – no. No I won’t go anywhere. I’ll stay right here next to the dead woman.”
“Is she dead?” Angelique’s gaze cut across to the body that was still crumpled beside the pool. “That’s too bad. She didn’t last very long, did she? Not that any of that matters now that I’ve got my own pet.”
“That’s me,” I said, somehow managing a weak smile.
Angelique leaned in close and very carefully, very gently, kissed my cheek. “Now don’t you go anywhere because then I’d have to find you and torture you and that wouldn’t be any fun at all. For you, at least.” She winked.
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” I lied.
Faster than my eyes could follow she disappeared into the house. I stood frozen for half a second, a deer trapped in the headlights of an oncoming car, before my brain kicked into high gear and I fled, leaping over the wooden fence that separated this backyard from the next like some sort of world class hurdler.
I wasn’t that far from my apartment. A couple of blocks, four at the most. It was difficult to gauge distance when everything was so dark. I reached for my cell phone without breaking stride and looked at the time. 9:32PM. Had it really only been an hour since Travis and I had met beside the dumpster?
Travis. What had happened to him? Was he still in Mr. Livingston’s house? Where was Mr. Livingston? Because that man who opened the door sure as hell wasn’t him.
I ran behind house after house. A dull ache was growing in my left side, reminding me I hadn’t done this much physical activity in ages. I tried not to think about what it would mean if I got home and my dad wasn’t there. What it would mean if no one was there.
My foot hooked on something. A hose, left out to water the lawn. I went flying through the air, arms outstretched, hair lifted away from my face, completely weightless… and then the ground was rushing up too fast and I landed hard on my right side, hard enough to knock the air out of my lungs. Like a little boiled shrimp I curled into the fetal position and whimpered into the grass, using it to muffle my sob of pain.
I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t see. Couldn’t think. The panic threatened to overwhelm me and I battled it back, knowing if I let it consume me now I would turn into one of those crying, mindless idiots Angelique had talked about. I tried to concentrate on taking one deep breath. Just one, good, full breath to fill up my body and extinguish the awful feeling of drowning out of water.
When air finally filled my lungs it hurt, more than I had anticipated. I clenched my teeth against the pain and staggered to my feet. I had to keep going. I had to run. The thought of what would happen if Angelique caught me was the jump start I needed. I didn’t want to end up like the woman drenched in her own blood.
A gap opened between the side by side houses. A short stretch of cracked pavement that gave way to an overgrown field. I had finally reached the West side of town. The familiar surroundings were a small comfort. I considered cutting through the woods to get to the apartment complex, then cast the idea aside. If monsters like Angelique had invaded the houses, I did not want to know what lurked in the forest.
I turned right and stumbled up over the sidewalk. The moon had peeked out behind the clouds again, lighting the way. I urged my legs to go faster, then faster still, until I was in an all out sprint.
The boy who appeared suddenly in front of me never had a chance.
CHAPTER SIX
We collided with the force of two freight trains coming together and went down in a tangle of arms and legs. I saw dark blue eyes, tanned skin, and hair as black as my mine before we pulled apart, both breathing heavily.
In a move too quick for me to anticipate the boy had my arms pinned behind my back and I was shoved up against the side of an abandoned warehouse. My chin bounced painfully off the rusted metal siding and I tried to pull free, but the boy was too strong. He held me easily, as an adult would hold a writhing child, even though he looked to be no older than seventeen or eighteen.
“What are you doing out here?” he demanded, his mouth so close to my ear that I jumped.
“What are you doing out here?” I countered. Oh, God. What if he was one of Them? Like Angelique and the man who had taken Travis. I had been lucky to escape twice; I wasn’t so hopeful about a third time. And I had been so close to home. Another block and I would have made it. Today was really, REALLY not my day. In fact, I was pretty sure this day would go down in history as one of the suckiest days ever. For everyone.
The boy squeezed my wrists a little tighter. “Don’t you know what’s happening?” he said. “Don’t you know what’s out there?”
“Well, no,” I admitted, trying not to wince. “Not really. Do you?”
“You’re bleeding,” said the boy. He sounded shocked. “How did you get this far if you’re bleeding?”
I glanced down. So I was. I must have cut myself when I tripped over the hose. Right above my right knee my jeans were torn to shreds and blood had stained the dark blue denim an inky red. The cut looked pretty deep. I flexed my leg and wondered why I couldn’t feel anything. “I fell. I was running away from one of those… those things and I fell.”
The boy released me and stepped away, giving me some room to breathe. Rubbing my arms I turned to face him. He stared back at me, his face an expressionless mask.
His hair was long and a little unruly. Not black, as I first thought, but a deep, dark mahogany brown. His eyes were the clear blue of a deep lake. I couldn’t read them. I couldn’t even begin to imagine what he was thinking, or why he looked seriously pissed off. You would think he would be happy to find another human alive. Unless…
“Show me your teeth,” I said in my best tough girl voice. “So I can make sure you’re not one of Them.”
One eyebrow shot up. “You go first,” he said.
I peeled my lips away from my gums, revealing teeth that even braces had never managed to make completely straight. “Nuh slivah,” I said.
“What?”
“No silver,” I repeated sheepishly.
He cocked his head to the side as if he had heard something. I saw his body tense and his hand went to his hip. My eyes widened.
“Is that a gun?” I asked in a hushed tone.
“This,” he said as he pulled the black revolver free from its holster and cocked it, “is a double action forty four mag.”
“It looks kind of small,” I said doubtfully.
The boy shrugged. “It shoots bullets. That’s all I care about.”
I wasn’t completely convinced. If one of those things tried to attack me again I wanted something big to defend myself with. Something huge. Like a bazooka. Still, a small gun was better than no gun. Especially if it was standing between me and crazy Angelique.
I grabbed the boy’s arm. Even through the black leather jacket he wore I could feel the rigid tautness of his muscles. My fingers dug in, harder than I had intended. He didn’t so much as flinch, just stared at me silently out of those piercing blue eyes. “You have to help me,” I said desperately. “I live right over there, at the High Garden Apartments and my dad -”
“We can’t talk out here,” he interrupted. “It isn’t safe. Follow me.”
He took off across the street and I had to run to catch up. I followed him into a narrow alley that smelled like garbage. I tripped more than once, not yet accustomed to traveling in the dark, and with a muffled curse he took my wrist and ordered me to keep up or get lost.