The Unwanted (Black Water Tales Book 2) by Jean Nicole Rivers Page B
Authors: Jean Nicole Rivers
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darkness, kicking up small billows of dust, and she laughed thinking that her hand scrambling around down there must look like Thing from The Addams Family . Blaire pressed her face to the cold floor, pushing her forearm further into the hole waiting for the pencil to sit at the tips of her fingers when suddenly she felt it, and she gave a smile that quickly transformed into a slicing scream within seconds as the demon that had been snarling at her from the vent just moments before bit into her hand with evil vengeance.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
B laire ’ s s c r ea m melted into apiti f ul sob a s needles of pain shot upth r ou g h e v e r y n er veof h e r hand . The a n i m a l would not l e t g o; sheyanked her arm fromthev e nt a nd, surprisingly,it ca me fr e e l y with t h et ee th still sunk into h e r f l e sh. T r a vis d a sh e d b ack into the r oom, sliding and almost falling. I n s e c ondsheh a d a ll but pull e d thev e nt gratingout of the floor, so that she could fully retrieve her damaged hand. Then she laid eyes on t h ed ea d l yb ea st th a t h a dw r ea k e d h a voc. Blaire t r i e d to ca lm h er s e lf, r ea li z ingth a t shew a s mo r ein a p a nic a t t h e fac t th a tad e mon h a d b it into h e rth a n in ac tu a l p a in from the injury. It appeared that t h ed ea d l yd e mon w a s m e r e l ya f i g m e nt of h e rim a g in a tion , thet r ue c ul p r it, o n eof H e in r ik ’ s mous e t ra ps.
Blaire felt like a dramatic child sitting on the examining table in the nurse’s office. Gray clouds bled out into the sunny sky, and the silver hue reflected on Travis’ window. Blaire winced as he finished wrapping her hand.
“All better,” Travis said, assuring her.
“That’s it?” Blaire asked.
“Well, I canceled Life Flight. I do have lollipops, but their lenitive effects usually only work on children.”
Blaire shot him a dull glare.
Travis laughed. “There is really nothing more to be done. You don’t have any fractures or anything. You wanna know a secret?”
“I guess,” Blaire said, staring at her bandaged hand.
“I just wrapped it to make you feel better. The mouse trap didn’t cause any damage, but I know it hurts like hell. Keep it wrapped up for a day or two and it will be fine, but you should take it easy today. You do need to get some rest.”
“But —”
“No buts,” Travis said as he helped her off the table. “Nurse’s orders!”
The clouds had completely covered the sun by the time Blaire returned to her room. The coldness of her sparse quarters penetrated her as she lay in bed cradling her bum hand.
JUMP! Blaire remembered the growling voice that came out of the vent.
JUMP! JUMP! JUMP! She heard it demanding, each time, changing, becoming lighter and more taunting, until it was no longer the sound of a drooling beast but that of adolescent girls. Jump! Jump! Jump!
That fall was one of the coldest Black Water had ever seen. Blaire could not have been more than eleven years old. Sabrina Langford had asked her if she wanted to go walking up to the Grammercy Bridge. Grammercy had once taken trains safely from one side of the river to the other and on through the picturesque town of Black Water, but that was long ago. It was a place of little interest to two young girls and, from what Blaire had known at her innocent age, it was, at most, a place where the older kids went to kiss on Friday nights. When Sabrina suggested it as a play place that day, Blaire wanted to object, but hesitated at the thought of turning off her newfound friend.
Long ago the bridge had become lifeless, but it still gave an endless series of death breaths as the girls walked along it. The water flowed rapidly, and the sound of the swishing and churning made Blaire shiver. After throwing a couple of rocks into the river, a series of familiar faces emerged. Lacey Wright, Sharla Hig, Kiana James, and Elizabeth Morrow claimed territory on the bridge, creating a poignant image that Blaire
CHAPTER ELEVEN
B laire ’ s s c r ea m melted into apiti f ul sob a s needles of pain shot upth r ou g h e v e r y n er veof h e r hand . The a n i m a l would not l e t g o; sheyanked her arm fromthev e nt a nd, surprisingly,it ca me fr e e l y with t h et ee th still sunk into h e r f l e sh. T r a vis d a sh e d b ack into the r oom, sliding and almost falling. I n s e c ondsheh a d a ll but pull e d thev e nt gratingout of the floor, so that she could fully retrieve her damaged hand. Then she laid eyes on t h ed ea d l yb ea st th a t h a dw r ea k e d h a voc. Blaire t r i e d to ca lm h er s e lf, r ea li z ingth a t shew a s mo r ein a p a nic a t t h e fac t th a tad e mon h a d b it into h e rth a n in ac tu a l p a in from the injury. It appeared that t h ed ea d l yd e mon w a s m e r e l ya f i g m e nt of h e rim a g in a tion , thet r ue c ul p r it, o n eof H e in r ik ’ s mous e t ra ps.
Blaire felt like a dramatic child sitting on the examining table in the nurse’s office. Gray clouds bled out into the sunny sky, and the silver hue reflected on Travis’ window. Blaire winced as he finished wrapping her hand.
“All better,” Travis said, assuring her.
“That’s it?” Blaire asked.
“Well, I canceled Life Flight. I do have lollipops, but their lenitive effects usually only work on children.”
Blaire shot him a dull glare.
Travis laughed. “There is really nothing more to be done. You don’t have any fractures or anything. You wanna know a secret?”
“I guess,” Blaire said, staring at her bandaged hand.
“I just wrapped it to make you feel better. The mouse trap didn’t cause any damage, but I know it hurts like hell. Keep it wrapped up for a day or two and it will be fine, but you should take it easy today. You do need to get some rest.”
“But —”
“No buts,” Travis said as he helped her off the table. “Nurse’s orders!”
The clouds had completely covered the sun by the time Blaire returned to her room. The coldness of her sparse quarters penetrated her as she lay in bed cradling her bum hand.
JUMP! Blaire remembered the growling voice that came out of the vent.
JUMP! JUMP! JUMP! She heard it demanding, each time, changing, becoming lighter and more taunting, until it was no longer the sound of a drooling beast but that of adolescent girls. Jump! Jump! Jump!
That fall was one of the coldest Black Water had ever seen. Blaire could not have been more than eleven years old. Sabrina Langford had asked her if she wanted to go walking up to the Grammercy Bridge. Grammercy had once taken trains safely from one side of the river to the other and on through the picturesque town of Black Water, but that was long ago. It was a place of little interest to two young girls and, from what Blaire had known at her innocent age, it was, at most, a place where the older kids went to kiss on Friday nights. When Sabrina suggested it as a play place that day, Blaire wanted to object, but hesitated at the thought of turning off her newfound friend.
Long ago the bridge had become lifeless, but it still gave an endless series of death breaths as the girls walked along it. The water flowed rapidly, and the sound of the swishing and churning made Blaire shiver. After throwing a couple of rocks into the river, a series of familiar faces emerged. Lacey Wright, Sharla Hig, Kiana James, and Elizabeth Morrow claimed territory on the bridge, creating a poignant image that Blaire
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