you seen her?" he said. He kept asking it as he walked, and people kept backing away. Vivienne and Selene drew to either side with their dates. The razor glittered.
Thea looked toward the opposite end of the dance floor, where Blaise was standing with Kevin Imamura.
With no Buck, no Duane to protect her. But Blaise didn't look frightened. That was one thing about Blaise-she had magnificent physical courage. She was standing with one hand on her hip and Thea could tell that she knew exactly who was coming her way.
In between moving couples, Thea glimpsed something else. Eric was on the other side of the dance floor, holding two cups of punch in one hand and one in the other. He was keeping pace with the masked guy, just as she was.
She tried to catch his eye, but the crowd was too thick.
"Have you seen her?" the masked guy asked a couple right in front of Blaise. "I want to knoooow. ..."
The couple split like bowling pins. Blaise stood exposed, tall and elegant in her black suit, lights shimmering off her midnight hair.
"Here I am, Randy," she said. "What is it you want to know?"
Randy Marik stopped, panting. His breath made a muffled noise against the plastic. The rest of the huge room was eerily silent.
Thea moved closer, walking silently. Eric was pulling in from the other side, and he saw her for the first time. He shook his head at her and mouthed, "Stay away."
Yeah. And you're going to tackle him armed with three party cups of punch. She gave him a look and mouthed, "You stay away."
Randy's hand was trembling, making the razor flash. His chest was heaving.
"What /$ it, Randy?" Blaise said. The toe of one high heeled shoe tapped the floor impatiently.
"I feel bad," Randy said. It was almost a moan. Suddenly his head didn't seem well connected to his neck. "I miss you."
His voice made Thea's flesh creep. He sounded like a person with the body of an eighteen-year-old and the mind of a four-year-old.
"I cry all the time," he said.
With his left hand, he pulled off the Halloween mask. Kevin recoiled. Thea herself felt a wave of horror.
He was crying blood. Bloody streams ran down from each of his eyes, mingling with regular tears.
A spell? Thea wondered. Then she thought, no; he's cut himself.
That was it. He'd made two crescent-shaped incisions under his eyes and the blood was coming from them.
The rest of his face was ghastly, too. He was white as a corpse and there was fuzzy stubble on his chin. His eyes stared wildly. And his hair, which had always been strawberry blond and silky, stood up all over his head like bleached hay.
"You came all the way from
New Hampshire
to tell me that?" Blaise said. She rolled her eyes.
Randy let out a sobbing breath.
This seemed to make Kevin braver. "Look, man, I don't know who you are-but you'd better keep away from her," he said. "Why don't you go home and sober up?"
It was a mistake. The wild eyes above the bloodstained cheeks focused on him.
"Who are you?" Randy said thickly, advancing a step. "Who . . . are . . . you?"
"Kevin, move!" Thea said urgently.
It was too late. The hand with the razor flashed out, lightning quick . Blood spurted from Kevin's face.
CHAPTER 6
Kevin howled, clapping a hand to his cheek. "He cut me! This guy cut me!" Blood ran between his fingers.
Randy lifted the razor again.
Thea reached out with her mind. Not reached. She leaped. It was completely instinctive; she was scared to death, and all she could think of was that he was going to kill Kevin, and maybe Blaise, too.
She caught-something. Pain and grief and fury that seemed to be bouncing around like a baboon in a cage. She could hold it for only an instant, but in that instant Eric threw two cups of punch in Randy's face. Randy yelled and turned away from Kevin, toward Eric.
Thea felt a surge of pure terror. Randy slashed with the razor, but Eric was fast; he jumped back out of the way, circling to get behind Randy. Randy wheeled and
slashed again. They were doing a
Thea looked toward the opposite end of the dance floor, where Blaise was standing with Kevin Imamura.
With no Buck, no Duane to protect her. But Blaise didn't look frightened. That was one thing about Blaise-she had magnificent physical courage. She was standing with one hand on her hip and Thea could tell that she knew exactly who was coming her way.
In between moving couples, Thea glimpsed something else. Eric was on the other side of the dance floor, holding two cups of punch in one hand and one in the other. He was keeping pace with the masked guy, just as she was.
She tried to catch his eye, but the crowd was too thick.
"Have you seen her?" the masked guy asked a couple right in front of Blaise. "I want to knoooow. ..."
The couple split like bowling pins. Blaise stood exposed, tall and elegant in her black suit, lights shimmering off her midnight hair.
"Here I am, Randy," she said. "What is it you want to know?"
Randy Marik stopped, panting. His breath made a muffled noise against the plastic. The rest of the huge room was eerily silent.
Thea moved closer, walking silently. Eric was pulling in from the other side, and he saw her for the first time. He shook his head at her and mouthed, "Stay away."
Yeah. And you're going to tackle him armed with three party cups of punch. She gave him a look and mouthed, "You stay away."
Randy's hand was trembling, making the razor flash. His chest was heaving.
"What /$ it, Randy?" Blaise said. The toe of one high heeled shoe tapped the floor impatiently.
"I feel bad," Randy said. It was almost a moan. Suddenly his head didn't seem well connected to his neck. "I miss you."
His voice made Thea's flesh creep. He sounded like a person with the body of an eighteen-year-old and the mind of a four-year-old.
"I cry all the time," he said.
With his left hand, he pulled off the Halloween mask. Kevin recoiled. Thea herself felt a wave of horror.
He was crying blood. Bloody streams ran down from each of his eyes, mingling with regular tears.
A spell? Thea wondered. Then she thought, no; he's cut himself.
That was it. He'd made two crescent-shaped incisions under his eyes and the blood was coming from them.
The rest of his face was ghastly, too. He was white as a corpse and there was fuzzy stubble on his chin. His eyes stared wildly. And his hair, which had always been strawberry blond and silky, stood up all over his head like bleached hay.
"You came all the way from
New Hampshire
to tell me that?" Blaise said. She rolled her eyes.
Randy let out a sobbing breath.
This seemed to make Kevin braver. "Look, man, I don't know who you are-but you'd better keep away from her," he said. "Why don't you go home and sober up?"
It was a mistake. The wild eyes above the bloodstained cheeks focused on him.
"Who are you?" Randy said thickly, advancing a step. "Who . . . are . . . you?"
"Kevin, move!" Thea said urgently.
It was too late. The hand with the razor flashed out, lightning quick . Blood spurted from Kevin's face.
CHAPTER 6
Kevin howled, clapping a hand to his cheek. "He cut me! This guy cut me!" Blood ran between his fingers.
Randy lifted the razor again.
Thea reached out with her mind. Not reached. She leaped. It was completely instinctive; she was scared to death, and all she could think of was that he was going to kill Kevin, and maybe Blaise, too.
She caught-something. Pain and grief and fury that seemed to be bouncing around like a baboon in a cage. She could hold it for only an instant, but in that instant Eric threw two cups of punch in Randy's face. Randy yelled and turned away from Kevin, toward Eric.
Thea felt a surge of pure terror. Randy slashed with the razor, but Eric was fast; he jumped back out of the way, circling to get behind Randy. Randy wheeled and
slashed again. They were doing a
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