Lefty

“What did you come here for?” she asked. Her eyes practically dripped
venom as they stabbed back at D’s. Laura’s lips warped. Something could
be seen glistening between her lips and overly active tongue. Canine teeth.
Once again Laura said, “What are you here for?”
“Who defiled you?” asked D.
“Defiled me?” The girl’s lips twisted into a grin. “To keep feeling the
pleasure I’ve known, I wish I could be defiled night and day. What are you?
I know you’re not just an ordinary traveler. We don’t get many folks around
here who use words like defile.” “What time will he be here?”

“Well, now . . . Suppose you ask him yourself?” Her pleased expression
suddenly stiffened. All the evil and rapture was stripped away like a thin
veneer, and for a brief moment an innocent expression befitting a
slumbering girl of eighteen skimmed across her face. Then, once again her
features became as expressionless as paraffin. Dawn had come at last to the
Great Northern Plains.

D raised his left hand and placed it on the young woman’s forehead.
“Exactly who or what attacked you?”
Consciousness returned to her cadaverous face. “I don’t . . . know. Eyes,
two red eyes . . . getting closer . . . but it’s . . . ”
“Is it someone from town?” asked D.
“I don’t know . . . ”
“When were you attacked?”
“Three weeks ago . . . in the park . . . ” Laura answered slowly. “It was
pitch black . . . Just those burning eyes . . . ”
“When will he come next?”

“Oh . . . tonight . . . tonight . . . ” Laura’s body snapped tight, like a giant
steel spring had suddenly formed inside her. The blankets flew off her with
the force of it. She let out what sounded like a death rattle, the tongue lolled
out of her mouth, and then her body began to rise in the most fascinating
way. This paranormal phenomenon often occurred when a victim’s
dependency to the Nobility was pitted against some power bent on
destroying that bond.


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