Her eyes made a slow, careful circuit of the spacious room. Patrons were talking, eating, undisturbed. Three women seated at the table closest to her were laughing outrageously, toasting one another. Alexandria’s mouth went dry, her heart pounding. She was unable to move or speak, frozen with terror. On the wall behind Thomas Ivan, a dark shadow crept forward, began to loom over the room, a loathsome apparition seemingly seen by no one else as it reached out, claws extended, toward her, toward the three women talking with such animation. Alexandria sat perfectly still, hearing a horrible whispering in her head like the brush of a bat’s wings, issuing an insidious command, buzzing insistently, powerful.
Come to me. Be with me. Let me feast on you. Come to me.
The words beat at her until shards of glass seemed to pierce her skull. The claws on the far wall opened, extended, beckoned her.
A chair scraping to her right broke the spell. Alexandria blinked, and the shadow faded away on the echo of maniacal laughter. She was able to move, to turn her head toward the sound of two more chairs scraping back. She saw the three women rise as one unit, toss money onto the table, and walk in sudden eerie silence toward the entrance.
Alexandria wanted to scream at the women to come back. She had no idea why, but she actually opened her mouth to do so. Her throat closed, and she fought for air.
“Alexandria!” Thomas rose swiftly to help her. She was ashen, tiny beads of perspiration dampening her forehead. “What is it?”
Blindly she tried to shove her drawings into the portfolio, but her hands were shaking, and the sketches spilled across the table and onto the floor. “I’m sorry, Mr. Ivan, I’ve got to leave.” She stood up so abruptly, she nearly sent him sprawling backward. Her mind felt sluggish and thick, as if some oily evil still clung to it, and her stomach rolled.
“You’re ill, Alexandria. Let me take you home.” Ivan tried to gather up the precious sketches and hold her by the arm at the same time.
Alexandria jerked her arm away, her only thought to get to Joshua immediately. Whatever the evil thing was, whatever creature was stalking the night, those women, Henry, and Joshua were in grave danger. It was outside. Out back. She could feel its presence like a dark stain on her soul.
She turned and ran, uncaring of the curious stares or Thomas Ivan’s bewilderment. She tripped on the stairs, caught the hem of her skirt, and heard the rip. Pain and terror sliced through her. Her chest felt as if it had exploded, her heart torn and bleeding. It was so real, she clutched her chest and stared down at her hands, expecting to see blood. No. Someone else’s blood. Someone was hurt—or worse.
Alexandria bit her lower lip hard enough to break the skin. That pain was real, and it was only hers. It enabled her to focus, to keep running. Whatever creature was stalking the grounds had made a kill. She could smell the blood now, was experiencing the lingering vibrations, the aftermath of violence. She prayed it wasn’t Joshua. Sobbing, she flung herself onto the narrow path winding around the building. She couldn’t lose Joshua. Why had she left him alone with only an elderly man to watch out for him?
She became aware of the fog then. Dense. Thick, like soup. It hung in the trees like an eerie white wall. She couldn’t see a foot in front of her. It even felt thick, as if she were wading through quicksand. When she tried to pull air into her lungs, she found it nearly impossible. She wanted to scream for Joshua, but some deep intuition kept her silent.
Whoever the madman was, he enjoyed the pain and terror of others. That was his rush, his high. She could not indulge his macabre tastes.
Feeling her way carefully through the trees, she literally stumbled over a body. “Oh, God,” she whispered aloud, praying it wasn’t her brother. Leaning close, she realized the corpse was far too big. Cold and motionless, he lay in a pathetic heap, tossed aside like so much garbage. “Henry.” Grief welled up as she clasped his shoulder to turn him over.
Horror rose when she saw his mangled chest. His heart was literally torn out, exposed and still. Alexandria scrambled away, knelt, and was violently sick. There were ragged wounds on Henry’s neck, wounds an animal might make.
Taunting laughter filled her mind. Alexandria wiped at her mouth with the back of her hand. This depraved madman was not getting Joshua. Determined, she moved instinctively forward toward the cliffs. Waves crashing loudly against jagged rocks below and the wind rushing through the trees made it impossible to hear anything.
Without sight or hearing, Alexandria moved steadily forward, every instinct drawing her toward the demented killer. She had the impression that he knew she was coming, that he was waiting. She was also certain he believed he was controlling her, deliberately commanding her to come to him.
Despite the strong wind, the fog remained heavy, yet now, through the thickness, she caught glimpses of more horror unfolding. Three women, vaguely familiar from the restaurant, were inching their way toward the cliffs. The women had been at the table to her right; they’d left just before she had. Alexandria could tell they were in some kind of trance, staring rapturously up at the man silhouetted on the cliff sedge.
He was tall and slender but gave an impression of great strength and power. His face was beautiful, like that of an Adonis, his hair shoulder-length and wavy. When he smiled, his teeth were very white.
Like a predator’s.
The moment the thought entered her head, the illusion of beauty was gone, and Alexandria saw the blood on the creature’s hands. On his teeth and chin.
The welcoming smile was a grimace, exposing vicious fangs. His eyes, on the three women, were black holes glowing a feral red in the darkness.
The women were smiling, simpering, reaching out to him. As they moved closer, he raised a hand and pointed to the ground. Obediently the three dropped to their knees and crawled sensuously forward, writhing and moaning, tearing at their clothing. The fog covered the obscene display for a moment, and when it cleared again she could see that one of the women had reached the man and was winding herself around his knees. She ripped away her blouse, exposing her breasts, touching herself suggestively, rubbing herself against the man’s body, begging and pleading for him to take her, use her. A second woman reached the cliff’s edge and clung to his waist, staring up provocatively.
Alexandria wanted to turn away from the horror of what was about to befall these human puppets, but she caught sight of Joshua walking slowly toward the man. He didn’t seem to notice the women. He looked neither right nor left, just walked forward as if in a dream state.
A trance. A hypnotic trance. Alexandria’s heart slammed against her chest. Somehow this killer had hypnotized the women and Joshua. They answered his bidding like mindless sheep. Her brain was trying to analyze how he had accomplished such a feat even as she hurried to intercept Joshua before he could reach the monster. Fortunately, Joshua was moving very slowly, almost as though he was being pulled reluctantly forward.
Although the thick veil of fog hid her, Alexandria felt the impact of those hostile, unearthly eyes as the creature swung his head toward her, his neck undulating like that of a reptile.
As he examined her through the thickness of the fog, bat wings beat at her skull; the shards of glass pierced her over and over. The soft, seductive voice murmured insistently in her head. Alexandria ignored the pain throbbing in her head and focused her attention on reaching Joshua. She would not give this monster the satisfaction of knowing he was hurting her.
Her hand caught at Joshua’s shirt. His feet continued forward, but she planted her feet firmly and held him still. Wrapping her arms around the child, she faced the monster, not more than fifteen feet away.
He was on the very edge of the cliff, his human puppets fawning on him, purring and begging for his attention. He appeared not to notice the women, his entire being concentrating on Alexandria. He smiled at her, a baring of fangs.
Alexandria shuddered at the sight of Henry’s blood on his lips and teeth. This madman had killed sweet, harmless Henry.
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�Come to me.” He held out a hand to her.
She could feel his voice right through her body, pulling at her to do his bidding. She blinked rapidly to keep in focus the bloodstains on his hands and long, dagger-like fingernails. As she stared at the talons, the voice lost its beauty and took on a harsh, quarrelsome ugliness.
“I don’t think so. Leave us alone. I’m taking Joshua with me. You can’t have him.” She spoke with determination, her spine stiffening, her blue eyes blazing defiance.
Absently one of his obscene hands caressed the woman rubbing at his waist. “Join me. Look at these women. They want me. They adore me.”
“Keep fooling yourself.” She tried to take a step backward. Joshua resisted her effort. She tightened her arms to prevent his moving forward but when she dragged him back a step, he began to thrash, forcing her to stop.
The monster on the cliff raised an eyebrow. “You do not believe me?” He turned his attention to the woman at his waist. “Come here, my dear. I wish you to die for me.” He waved a hand behind him.
To Alexandria’s horror, the woman licked his outstretched hand, and, simpering and fawning, she crawled past him. “No!” Alexandria cried out, but the woman was already falling into the emptiness of space, down to the greedy water and jagged rocks below. Even as Alexandria gasped, he pulled the second woman up by her hair, kissed her full on the mouth and, bending her nearly backward, sank his hideous teeth into her neck.
The vivid sketches Alexandria had drawn depicting Thomas Ivan’s horror stories were springing to life before her eyes. The creature feasted on the blood spilling down the woman’s throat, then tossed her aside, over the cliff, as if she were nothing but an empty shell he’d found on the beach. Deliberately he ran his thick, obscene tongue over his blood-smeared lips in a grotesque display.
Alexandria found herself murmuring a prayer, a chant, over and over beneath her breath. Whatever this creature was, he was dangerous and insane beyond imagination. She took a firmer grip on Joshua and lifted him from his feet.
He kicked at her and fought, made little growling noises, and snapped his teeth at her. Alexandria managed to move two more feet backward before she was forced to put him down. He remained still as long as she wasn’t moving away from his objective.
The monster raised his head again, licked his fingers, and smiled hideously. “Do you see? They will do anything for me. They adore me. Don’t you, pet?” He lifted the last woman to her feet. Instantly she wrapped herself around him, rubbing suggestively, touching and caressing him. “You want only to please me, do you not?”
The woman began to kiss him, his neck, his chest, moving lower and lower, her hands fumbling at his trousers. He fondled her neck. “See my power? And you are the one I have been seeking to join with me, to share my power.”
“That woman doesn’t adore you,” Alexandria protested. “You’ve used hypnosis to make her a puppet. She has no mind of her own. Is that what you call power?” She put as much contempt into her quavering voice as she could.
A low, deadly hiss escaped the monster’s mouth, but he continued to smile at her. “Perhaps you are right. This one
is
useless, is she not?” Still smiling, still staring straight into Alexandria’s eyes, the man caught the woman’s head between his palms and wrenched.
The crack was audible and seemed to vibrate right through Alexandria’s body. She was shaking so much, her teeth were chattering. With one hand the monster casually dangled the woman’s broken body over the cliff’s edge. She hung there like a rag doll, her neck at a peculiar angle, a once beautiful woman now an empty, lifeless shell. The monster discarded her by merely opening his hand and allowing her to fall into the greedy water below.
“Now you have me to yourself,” he said softly. “Come to me.”
Alexandria shook her head violently. “Not me. I’m not going to come to you. I see you as you are, not what you made those poor women see.”
“You will come to me, and of your own free will. You are the one. I have searched the world for one such as you. You must come to me.” His tone was soft, but held a whip of warning, a hiss of command.
Alexandria tried to take a step backward, but Joshua erupted into a growling frenzy, kicking and biting. She stopped again and got a firmer grip to prevent his escape. “You’re sick. You need help. A doctor or something. I can’t do anything for you.” She was searching desperately for a way out of this nightmare, praying someone would come. A security guard. Anyone.
“You do not know what I am, do you?”
Alexandria’s mind felt almost numb with terror. She had spent considerable time reading and doing research on ancient legends of vampires to work on her sketches for Thomas Ivan. And this monster was the epitome of that mythical creature, feeding on another’s blood, using hypnotic trances to command helpless humans to do his evil bidding. She took a deep breath to calm herself, to try to bring herself back to the world of reality. Surely it was the fog and wind, the dark, starless night, and the eerie crash of the waves below that made her think what could not possibly be. This was a twenty-first century sociopath, not some legendary character of old. She must hold on to her wits and not allow the horror of the night to fuel her imagination.
“I believe I know what you think you are,” she said evenly, “but the truth is, you’re simply a vicious murderer.”
He laughed softly, wickedly, the sound scraping like nails on a chalkboard. She actually felt icy fingers along her skin.
“You are a child hiding from the truth.” He raised a hand and beckoned to Joshua, his glowing eyes on the boy’s face.
Joshua struggled madly, fought and kicked, biting at Alexandria’s arms in an effort to get free.
“Leave him alone!” She concentrated on subduing her brother, but he was strong enough in his trance-induced state to wiggle free. Instantly he ran to the monster on the cliff, hugged his knees, and gazed adoringly up at the man.
Chapter Two
Alexandria’s heart skipped a beat. She straightened very slowly, her mouth dry with terror as she saw those claw-like hands sink into her brother’s shoulders.
“You will come to me now, will you not?” the monster inquired softly.
Alexandria lifted her trembling chin. “This is what you call free will?” Her legs felt so rubbery, she could take only a few steps toward him before she had to stop. “If you use Joshua to control me, that isn’t my coming to you of my own free will, is it?” she challenged him.
A long slow hiss escaped him, and then he caught Joshua by one leg and held him over the cliff’s edge. “Since you like freedom so very much, I will release my hold on the child’s mind so that he can see and hear and know what is happening.” The fangs gnashed and clicked as he uttered the words in a precise, icy tone.
His words propelled Alexandria forward once more. She stumbled to within a couple of feet of the monster, reaching for Joshua. “Oh, God, please, don’t drop him! Give him to me!” There was pain in her voice, real fear, and it fed the monster’s excitement.
He laughed softly as Joshua suddenly came to life, screaming, his face contorted with fear. He screamed for his sister, his eyes on her face, his only salvation. The monster fended Alexandria off with one hand as he easily held Joshua over the cliff with the other.
She forced herself to stand perfectly still in front of the man. “Just give him to me. You don’t need him. He’s only a child.”
“Oh, I think he is very necessary—to ensure your cooperation.” The madman smiled at her and moved Joshua back to the relative safety of the cliff’s edge. He waved a hand, and the child ceased to fight or scream, once more under the man’s demonic control. “You will join with me, become what I am. Together we will have power such as you cannot imagine.”
“But I’ve never wanted power,” Alexandria protested, edging closer to try to snatch the boy from him. “Why do you say I’m the one you’ve been searching for? You didn’t know I existed until tonight. You d
on’t even know my name.”
“Alexandria. It is easy to read young Joshua’s mind. You persist in thinking me a mere human, but I am so much more than that.”
“What are you?” Alexandria held her breath, afraid of his answer, knowing this creature
was
somehow more than human,
was
the powerful beast from legend. He could read minds, control others, draw his prey to him, even from a distance. He had ripped out Henry’s heart. He had broken a woman’s neck and drained blood from another right in front of her. Whatever he was, he was not human.
“I am the nightmare of foolish humans, the vampire come to feast on the living. You will be my bride, share my power, my life.”
He said it perfectly seriously, and Alexandria was torn between needing to cry and hysterical laughter. Thomas Ivan could not have written more bizarre dialogue. This man believed what he was saying, and what was worse, she was beginning to believe it, also.
“It... it really isn’t my kind of lifestyle.” The words came out in a husky whisper, and she could not believe she was pleading for her life, for Joshua’s life, with such a silly answer. But how did one address such insanity?
“You think to mock me and get away with it?” His hands closed so hard on Joshua’s shoulder, she could see his fingers nearly meeting.
She shook her head, stalling for time. “No, I was serious. I like the sunshine. Vampires hang out at night. I seldom drink wine, let alone blood. But I do know a bar where you can find lots of girls who are into kinky things. They wear black and worship the devil and say they drink each other’s blood. But not me. I’m ultra-conservative.”
How could she be having such a strange conversation with a killer? Wasn’t there a security guard around? Hadn’t anyone found Henry’s body yet? Where was everyone? How long could she stall, keep this creature talking?
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