Blood Haze by LR Potter Page A

saving grace and her angst all at the same time. While
the intruder’s view of her position would have been blocked by the bed, so was
the intruder blocked from her sight for the same reason. No matter how hard she
tried to breathe quietly, it seemed all she could hear were her own breath and
her heart pounding in her ears.
    “Here, Kitty-kitty,” she heard a male voice sing-song.
    She cowered in fear, her body shaking in terror.
    “Here, Kitty-kitty,” she heard again.
    Oh,
God! What could she do ? It’d be only a few seconds before he
opened the closet door. Sliding into the very back of the closet behind the
clothes hanging above, she struggled to hear what was happening beyond the
closet, but the clothes muffled any sounds. What
did she do? What did she do? She repeated over and over in her head.
    Terrifyingly, she watched as the closet door slowly inched
open. Her breathing became shallow and her chest rose and fell rapidly. She
shifted her head to try and see between the hangers, but all she saw was a form
with no distinguishable features. Her body trembled and quaked. She was going
to die. Maybe this was the way it was supposed to end. Fear made her want to
sob out, but she clamped her quivering lips together.
    Trying to move without disturbing the hanging clothes, she
began to step sideways to the opposite end of the closet. She watched as the
intruder stuck his head into the closet.
    “Oh,
Kitty, I can smell you. You smell divine. Where are you, my Luscious?” The
intruder began to move clothes aside in the closet as he groped trying to find
her.
    She
longed to scream out in terror, but she bit down on her lip and continued to
slide down the wall to the end. She glanced down once more at the intruder as
he fumbled with the clothing. With every nerve-ending on edge, she waited until
she had the perfect moment. Then in one swift move, as hard as she could, she
grabbed the closet door and slid it toward the intruder. As he’d just dropped
his arms, and was instead straining his head around to look into the closet,
the doors caught the intruder squarely in the temple. He yelped both in
surprise and pain.
    “Stupid
bitch,” he screamed as he stumbled to his knees, dazed
    Breathing
rapidly, she darted out and ran as fast as she could.
    As she
rounded the corner, her socks caused her to slip and she fell heavily onto her
knees. Pain jolted her body on impact and she gasped and whimpered in
frustration. She struggled to gain her footing but the she couldn’t seem to get
any traction. She sobbed and began to scamper forward on her hands and knees.
Strong hands grabbed at her from behind and this time she didn’t try to control
the scream. Terror greater than any she’d ever known caused her body to tense
to the point where she momentarily had no control over her muscles.
    The
intruder grabbed her around her waist and effortlessly, it seemed, lifted her
up to press her back against his front in a vice-grip. Forcing her body to
move, she struggled against his hold, but he just laughed at her efforts.
    “Ahh,
here you are, you naughty Kitten,” he whispered evilly against her ear.
    “Let me
go, you bastard,” she screamed, as she tried to hit him with her elbows, her
head, and her feet. But his grip only tightened. “What do you want?” she
wailed, as she allowed her body to go limp at the wasted effort.
    He
growled against her ear as he inhaled deeply. “What do I want?”
    She
felt him press his lips against her neck and felt his tongue as he ran it along
the vein there. Oh, my God! He was going
to rape her . She tried to think of anything she’d ever read about rape
victims. Would he let her live if she just went along with it? She whimpered in
frustration, she just couldn’t remember!
    “I.
Want. Your. Blood.”
    Her eyes
blinked rapidly as her mind struggled to understand his words. Her blood ? “Why? She whispered inanly.
    “Because
it’s gonna taste sooo good. I can smell it from here,” he