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Dominick knew Kris had come home. She must have read his email by now. He knew she would want to talk soon, and hear of his decision.
Tomorrow.
He just wasn't ready yet. Not yet.
He dressed warmly and left the house. He was unarmed except for a basic stake. His feet led him. His heart led him. His brain was screaming at him to go home where it was safe, knock on Kris's door, and be done with it. But he wasn't ready to let go. Not yet.
"Hello Domi." She came out from behind a building and smiled at him. He knew she would come out. That was why he had ventured out. He needed to see her. He needed to talk with her. He needed some answers...before...before...he bowed his head, not even able to think of the words.
She danced towards him. He cautiously took a step backwards, but that only made her giggle all the more. "Your friend makes good cookies, Domi. Not as good as mum's, but almost."
"Cookies?" His friend? He looked at her in confusion. She must be teasing him. "What are you talking about?" He had come to ask her questions, but that hadn't been one of them.
"Pretty lady. She came to give you cookies, but I think I frightened her off. I'm so sorry, Dominick." She stuck her bottom lip out as if in a pout, but her eyes were sparkling with mirth even more. "She says you are a good cook. Is that so? Will you cook for me, Domi?"
Hannah! He took a step forward then, anger flashing in his eyes. His hands clenched into fists at his side, the stake still in his pocket, untouched, but not forgotten. "If you hurt her!?"
She held up her hands, giggling again. "Oh, she ran. She was frightened." Emily tilted her head at him. "Are you ready to play with me now?"
Dominick stood still. "Why Emily? How did this happen?" He swallowed at the bile in his throat.
Emily clasped her hands before her, rocking back and forth on her heels. "You left me alone, silly. You know it was your fault. You should have been watching me. But you forgot me with your books, and the bad man got me." She held out her arms. "He made me bad, like him." She laughed then, but it wasn't the giggle of a litte girl. The demon was fully showing itself now. "We can be together for always now, Domi." She frowned. "You didn't even come to my funeral. I was very upset with mum and daddy for that."
"I didn't know...how could I not know?" Tears began to flow down his cheeks. Why did she sound like his sister? Why did she act like his sister? It was as if part of her was still there. How could he finish this, if she was still in there?
Emily took another step. She was standing directly in front of him now. She placed her little hands upon his chest, feeling his vigorous heart beat. "I can show you everything, now." Her face changed. Her brow furrowed, eyes glowing yellow, and her fangs were razor sharp as they jetted out of her mouth from between her ruby red lips.
Dominick opened his mouth to scream, but his voice was lost. He could feel her cold hands through his shirt, penetrating his fevered skin. They were not the hands of his sister, her gentle and loving touch. Her soul was gone, her eyes lifeless and intent on only one thing...feeding on him.
Dominick turned and ran. He ran faster than he ever had in his life, tripping over a curb and falling into the street scraping his hands and knees. He could hear her laughing behind him. Her giggles were closing in, but he didn't look back. He dragged himself back up and launched his body across the street, swinging open his door, finding safety in the four walls of his bedroom.
He was shaking, his eyes and hair wild. He was bleeding from his fall in the street, and his clothing had ripped. He stood stock still for a moment, letting the warmth of the room penetrate his chilled body. He closed his eyes and concentrated on his breathing. Once his racing heart had calmed he moved his numb fingers to the buttons of his shirt. He undressed, turned the shower on as hot as he could take it, and stood under the scalding stream.
He wouldn't cry. He wouldn't grieve for his lost sister. She had died years ago. What he had seen tonight was not his sister, but a cold and evil shell.
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