just right and it was beautiful. Duncan wanted
nothing more than to lose his fingers beneath it and tug her close enough to
kiss again and again.
Just
a simple, tender kiss…
“Jessica.”
His hand stretched for her and Jessica bent down so he could touch her. It was
like heaven to have her lips so close to his face. Duncan stroked her hair
back, the palm of his hand caressing her soft cheek and bringing his lips to
hers.
But
there was no scar. Hadn’t she had a scar on her cheek for years?
“Jess…”
he whispered.
“Sssh,”
Jessica’s eyes were closed and she put a finger to his lip, replacing it slowly
with her own. Her breath was hot inside his mouth and Duncan’s skin rose up
with excitement. “I’ll get you out of here,” she promised, “but first, make
love to me, Duncan.”
She
didn’t sound much like Jessica. The beats of her words, her sentences, were
off, but Duncan didn’t know why. He gripped her back, driving her down toward
him. A playful grin spread her mouth wide and Jessica’s eyes opened and gazed
down at him.
Except
her eyes weren’t green. They were brown.
Duncan
sucked on his breath and his arms dropped to his side. “What the hell? Your
eyes…”
Jessica’s
lip rolled over in a full pout and Duncan knew it wasn’t her. Jessica Blood
didn’t pout, that was reserved for lesser women. “It’s still me, Jasper. I
promise.” She bent over to kiss him, but Duncan rolled his head away.
“Get
away from me. Whoever you are.”
Jessica
stood off of him with a snarl. Now that looked like Jessica. “Fine,” she spat
at him. “But now I need to get my jollies off somewhere else. I need to find
someone to hurt if I can’t hurt you.” She stormed out of the bedroom and
slammed the door.
Duncan
rose from the bed, and, dogged by a bad limp, followed after her. His vision
was spinning and he couldn’t walk in a straight line without banging into the
wall. It was as if he had been drugged. His mouth was dry and his tongue felt
cracked as sandpaper. “Wait! Stop, whoever you are….”
But
the room slanted and was spinning. Almost as if he was on a boat, Duncan
slammed into the door frame. He grabbed onto it and stumbled into the hall. The
lights everywhere were flickering. Everything was going crazy. His forehead was
sweaty, his limbs shaking, and his feet seemed to float across the floor.
Why
did he feel this way? And where was he? Duncan’s memories and thoughts were
disjointed. He saw Amanda’s face, begging him to stay, and behind her was,
what?
A
church?
This
place was no church. The narrow hallways were lined with red carpet and the
walls with black and white wallpaper .
There were so many doors on each side, it would take forever to find Jessica
here and Duncan’s stomach was churning itself into knots. Whatever was wrong
with him, he didn’t have too long to find her. He could barely stay upright.
But
there she was, at the end of the hall, an evil snarl on her face. Her arm was
clamped around the throat of a woman, a short one with brown hair and baby
brown eyes, and in Jessica’s other hand a knife.
“Stop,”
Duncan’s voice whispered as if from far away. He stumbled. His fingers flicking
against the wall as he went.
“Help,”
the young woman called out. Her eyes wide with terror. As Duncan got closer, he
recognized her as his kid sister. Meggie?
Wasn’t
she dead? Hadn’t Duncan already found her body?
“Meg!”
Duncan ran for his sister, tripping over his feet he walked on his ankles.
Fingers outstretched, he reached for Megan as Jessica sliced her throat from
ear to ear.
His
scream came not from his mouth alone, but his entire body. It blocked
everything out as he stumbled to his knees and Meg’s limp body fell to the
ground. “Meggie, Meggie!” Duncan cried as he stared into her dull, vacant eyes.
Her
lips barely parted, her voice was a gurgle of blood and a struggle for air.
“Why can’t you save me? Why?”
Duncan
blubbered as he
nothing more than to lose his fingers beneath it and tug her close enough to
kiss again and again.
Just
a simple, tender kiss…
“Jessica.”
His hand stretched for her and Jessica bent down so he could touch her. It was
like heaven to have her lips so close to his face. Duncan stroked her hair
back, the palm of his hand caressing her soft cheek and bringing his lips to
hers.
But
there was no scar. Hadn’t she had a scar on her cheek for years?
“Jess…”
he whispered.
“Sssh,”
Jessica’s eyes were closed and she put a finger to his lip, replacing it slowly
with her own. Her breath was hot inside his mouth and Duncan’s skin rose up
with excitement. “I’ll get you out of here,” she promised, “but first, make
love to me, Duncan.”
She
didn’t sound much like Jessica. The beats of her words, her sentences, were
off, but Duncan didn’t know why. He gripped her back, driving her down toward
him. A playful grin spread her mouth wide and Jessica’s eyes opened and gazed
down at him.
Except
her eyes weren’t green. They were brown.
Duncan
sucked on his breath and his arms dropped to his side. “What the hell? Your
eyes…”
Jessica’s
lip rolled over in a full pout and Duncan knew it wasn’t her. Jessica Blood
didn’t pout, that was reserved for lesser women. “It’s still me, Jasper. I
promise.” She bent over to kiss him, but Duncan rolled his head away.
“Get
away from me. Whoever you are.”
Jessica
stood off of him with a snarl. Now that looked like Jessica. “Fine,” she spat
at him. “But now I need to get my jollies off somewhere else. I need to find
someone to hurt if I can’t hurt you.” She stormed out of the bedroom and
slammed the door.
Duncan
rose from the bed, and, dogged by a bad limp, followed after her. His vision
was spinning and he couldn’t walk in a straight line without banging into the
wall. It was as if he had been drugged. His mouth was dry and his tongue felt
cracked as sandpaper. “Wait! Stop, whoever you are….”
But
the room slanted and was spinning. Almost as if he was on a boat, Duncan
slammed into the door frame. He grabbed onto it and stumbled into the hall. The
lights everywhere were flickering. Everything was going crazy. His forehead was
sweaty, his limbs shaking, and his feet seemed to float across the floor.
Why
did he feel this way? And where was he? Duncan’s memories and thoughts were
disjointed. He saw Amanda’s face, begging him to stay, and behind her was,
what?
A
church?
This
place was no church. The narrow hallways were lined with red carpet and the
walls with black and white wallpaper .
There were so many doors on each side, it would take forever to find Jessica
here and Duncan’s stomach was churning itself into knots. Whatever was wrong
with him, he didn’t have too long to find her. He could barely stay upright.
But
there she was, at the end of the hall, an evil snarl on her face. Her arm was
clamped around the throat of a woman, a short one with brown hair and baby
brown eyes, and in Jessica’s other hand a knife.
“Stop,”
Duncan’s voice whispered as if from far away. He stumbled. His fingers flicking
against the wall as he went.
“Help,”
the young woman called out. Her eyes wide with terror. As Duncan got closer, he
recognized her as his kid sister. Meggie?
Wasn’t
she dead? Hadn’t Duncan already found her body?
“Meg!”
Duncan ran for his sister, tripping over his feet he walked on his ankles.
Fingers outstretched, he reached for Megan as Jessica sliced her throat from
ear to ear.
His
scream came not from his mouth alone, but his entire body. It blocked
everything out as he stumbled to his knees and Meg’s limp body fell to the
ground. “Meggie, Meggie!” Duncan cried as he stared into her dull, vacant eyes.
Her
lips barely parted, her voice was a gurgle of blood and a struggle for air.
“Why can’t you save me? Why?”
Duncan
blubbered as he
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