Where was Mason?
* * * *
Selene woke up in a cold sweat. Her body ached and her heart raced. She tossed and turned in her bed and tried to sit up. Her head pounded and the voice echoed in her mind.
“Let’s play.”
She groaned and looked at the clock. It was four in the afternoon. She threw her legs over the side of the bed and got to her feet shakily. A familiar sense of foreboding washed over her.
She leaned against the wall and pounded on the sides of her head. No. No. No. Not now. Not here.
Again, the voice echoed through her head.
This couldn’t be happening. The energies and appetites of this plane were getting to her, waking up her long slumbering need to cause chaos, pain, and pleasure.
A somewhat familiar whirling sound filled her head.
Her gaze travelled to the door.
She stumbled into the hall and the whirling sound grew louder. Not a soul stirred at the early hour. Leaning on the wall for support, she made her way to the elevator.
She stepped out of the elevator and the Vampire who sat at the prison’s door stood and knit his eyebrows. The whirling sound grew louder still.
“What are you doing down here?” He walked toward her.
She waved her hand at him. “ Sopor .”
His eyes closed and he fell to the floor, asleep. She stumbled but continued to where he lay and tried the handle to the door. It didn’t move. She noticed a computerized locking system next to the door and set her hand on it. Her vision blurred and her knees almost buckled. She had to hurry.
“ Recludo .”
The computer screen blinked and went out.
She pushed the door open and stepped inside. Rex lay on a table, strapped down with a slave collar around his neck. His face was puffy and bruised in several places. He appeared to be sleeping, but his eyes flew open and he peered at her. He gave her a lopsided grin through a split lip and the whirling sound stopped.
“Aaaaahhhh. There you are. I wondered if you were really still in there.” He chuckled, but it turned into a coughing fit that ended with him trying to suck in a deep breath. He winced as he did so. “I do so love your natural-colored eyes, Seraphine. I can’t wait till I can see them again. The green ones you sport playing as Selene are so bland.”
She walked to him and ripped his shirt open. Bruises covered his torso as if every rib had been broken.
Selene stared at Rex. He’d been calling. Signaling to any demons that he was here. Like a beacon. But they were so far underground it wasn’t possible anyone but her had heard. She needed to silence him.
“If you help me, I’ll let you go. Where’s the rift?” she asked.
“Let me loose and I’ll take you there, Princess.”
She shook her head. It was no use. He wouldn’t tell her. He’d already been through hell and he hadn’t told Neeman.
“Let me have him.”
The voice crawled closer to the surface, making her stomach lurch. Selene covered her mouth with her hand and burped.
“What were you doing when they caught you?”
He smiled. “Missing the old days? Wanting to have a bit of fun are you?”
“Tell me what you were doing.” Her head pounded and her skin felt like she’d been scoured with a belt sander. But despite the hell she was going through, she needed to know.
His gaze intensified and he locked eyes with her. “I stripped them of their will, and then I stripped them of their clothes. Finally, I stripped them of their lives. I let their blood flow over me and into me. I bathed in it, relished it.”
“How many?” Horror brought bile to her throat.
“Dozens and dozens. And I would’ve done more, hundreds more, thousands more. Then I killed the human with the Vampires, he was the best of all. When I get off this table my brothers and I will shred this world of humanity.”
She wanted to kill him, the desire running so deep within her she shook with the effort of holding back. He was a monster and he deserved death. She raised her palm and laid it on his
* * * *
Selene woke up in a cold sweat. Her body ached and her heart raced. She tossed and turned in her bed and tried to sit up. Her head pounded and the voice echoed in her mind.
“Let’s play.”
She groaned and looked at the clock. It was four in the afternoon. She threw her legs over the side of the bed and got to her feet shakily. A familiar sense of foreboding washed over her.
She leaned against the wall and pounded on the sides of her head. No. No. No. Not now. Not here.
Again, the voice echoed through her head.
This couldn’t be happening. The energies and appetites of this plane were getting to her, waking up her long slumbering need to cause chaos, pain, and pleasure.
A somewhat familiar whirling sound filled her head.
Her gaze travelled to the door.
She stumbled into the hall and the whirling sound grew louder. Not a soul stirred at the early hour. Leaning on the wall for support, she made her way to the elevator.
She stepped out of the elevator and the Vampire who sat at the prison’s door stood and knit his eyebrows. The whirling sound grew louder still.
“What are you doing down here?” He walked toward her.
She waved her hand at him. “ Sopor .”
His eyes closed and he fell to the floor, asleep. She stumbled but continued to where he lay and tried the handle to the door. It didn’t move. She noticed a computerized locking system next to the door and set her hand on it. Her vision blurred and her knees almost buckled. She had to hurry.
“ Recludo .”
The computer screen blinked and went out.
She pushed the door open and stepped inside. Rex lay on a table, strapped down with a slave collar around his neck. His face was puffy and bruised in several places. He appeared to be sleeping, but his eyes flew open and he peered at her. He gave her a lopsided grin through a split lip and the whirling sound stopped.
“Aaaaahhhh. There you are. I wondered if you were really still in there.” He chuckled, but it turned into a coughing fit that ended with him trying to suck in a deep breath. He winced as he did so. “I do so love your natural-colored eyes, Seraphine. I can’t wait till I can see them again. The green ones you sport playing as Selene are so bland.”
She walked to him and ripped his shirt open. Bruises covered his torso as if every rib had been broken.
Selene stared at Rex. He’d been calling. Signaling to any demons that he was here. Like a beacon. But they were so far underground it wasn’t possible anyone but her had heard. She needed to silence him.
“If you help me, I’ll let you go. Where’s the rift?” she asked.
“Let me loose and I’ll take you there, Princess.”
She shook her head. It was no use. He wouldn’t tell her. He’d already been through hell and he hadn’t told Neeman.
“Let me have him.”
The voice crawled closer to the surface, making her stomach lurch. Selene covered her mouth with her hand and burped.
“What were you doing when they caught you?”
He smiled. “Missing the old days? Wanting to have a bit of fun are you?”
“Tell me what you were doing.” Her head pounded and her skin felt like she’d been scoured with a belt sander. But despite the hell she was going through, she needed to know.
His gaze intensified and he locked eyes with her. “I stripped them of their will, and then I stripped them of their clothes. Finally, I stripped them of their lives. I let their blood flow over me and into me. I bathed in it, relished it.”
“How many?” Horror brought bile to her throat.
“Dozens and dozens. And I would’ve done more, hundreds more, thousands more. Then I killed the human with the Vampires, he was the best of all. When I get off this table my brothers and I will shred this world of humanity.”
She wanted to kill him, the desire running so deep within her she shook with the effort of holding back. He was a monster and he deserved death. She raised her palm and laid it on his
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