could feel his stare boring holes into me.
“Okay,” I sat up. “I don’t’ know the woman.” I held
up my hand when it appeared that Seth was going to start roaring again. “I’ve
only seen her,” I hurried on, “in my visions.”
“You have been having visions and did not feel
the need to share them with me?” He leaned forward in the chair, his fists on
his knees.
Oh boy, this was not going well .
“Whose side are you on?” He frowned at me accusingly.
“You still doubt my loyalty?”
“No,” I shrugged. “But you have to admit, Seth, you
and I don’t have the best history. You do remember that whole kidnapping
thing?” His brows drew together in a frown and he sat back. I felt a little
more vindicated at the shamed look on his face. “Besides,” I continued, “I
didn’t tell you because I honestly didn’t think of it.” I stood and began
pacing. “I don’t really know how to describe what I’ve seen,” I confessed.
Remembering how horrible it was to see him lying there, bleeding to death, I
sighed. “You’re not going to like it either way.” The fact that I cared
about that at all was infuriating!
I began to relate the visions as they had come to me,
sparing no detail. Seth listened patiently, his expression hardly changing even
as the gruesome details of his death were laid out.
“So?” I asked, once I finished explaining. “What do
you think?”
He stood and began pacing. Then he turned and looked
at me, “In each of these visions,” he began pacing again. “I am bleeding and
presumably dead or dying?” He waved my response away when I opened my mouth. “ And …”
He linked his fingers and rested his hands on his head. “It appears that Lucian
is badly burnt and flaking away to nothing. But then, the second vision shows
the same ruined Lucian apparently strong enough to joyfully carve me up like a
pumpkin?”
“Yeah, pretty much.” I looked at him, “Does any of
that make sense?” I asked, wincing at the memory of this beautiful man lying
broken and bloody.
“And this woman,” Seth continued, completely ignoring
me. “You have never seen her, yet she appears in both visions?” He glanced at
me and I could tell he wasn’t really seeing me as he rattled on. “…But,” he
continued, as if finishing a thought. “Why is she holding an infant in her
arms?” He put his face in his hands. “This isn’t good.” He turned.
“So you know what it means?” I watched him closely.
“What?” I tilted my head in question.
“I have a theory.” He looked somber. Then his eyes
filled with pity as he looked at me. “But it’s just a theory.”
My gut clenched and I felt a huge sense of unease as
I tried to decipher the look. “I’m afraid to ask.” I looked into his eyes and
he tried to dodge my gaze. “You just ripped me apart for keeping things to
myself. Seth, now spill!” I demanded despite my reservations.
He looked at me. I could almost see the wheels
turning. “I can not be certain, but the fact that Lucian appeared to be burning
and flaking away leads me to believe that he is no longer the same man, the old
Lucian has been destroyed, replaced by something else.”
I felt my eyes grow huge. “What the hell does that
mean?” Bile rose in my throat.
Seth shook his head and ran his hand gently down my
hair. “Tell me about your plan.” He moved towards the door. “We have only six
more hours of darkness left.” He grabbed my arm and dragged me from the room.
TWELVE
“Your plan has promise, but I do not like it, Sweet.”
Seth sat at my kitchen table snapping silver bullets into the magazine of his
Beretta. “You are not thinking of the danger you place yourself in. You cannot
predict these creatures. They are dogs, Grace. Nothing more than violent,
mindless animals.” He sneered and lifted his chin, as if it were beneath him to
even speak of them. “You should not go in alone.”
I sat across from him. My mind wandering as I
“Okay,” I sat up. “I don’t’ know the woman.” I held
up my hand when it appeared that Seth was going to start roaring again. “I’ve
only seen her,” I hurried on, “in my visions.”
“You have been having visions and did not feel
the need to share them with me?” He leaned forward in the chair, his fists on
his knees.
Oh boy, this was not going well .
“Whose side are you on?” He frowned at me accusingly.
“You still doubt my loyalty?”
“No,” I shrugged. “But you have to admit, Seth, you
and I don’t have the best history. You do remember that whole kidnapping
thing?” His brows drew together in a frown and he sat back. I felt a little
more vindicated at the shamed look on his face. “Besides,” I continued, “I
didn’t tell you because I honestly didn’t think of it.” I stood and began
pacing. “I don’t really know how to describe what I’ve seen,” I confessed.
Remembering how horrible it was to see him lying there, bleeding to death, I
sighed. “You’re not going to like it either way.” The fact that I cared
about that at all was infuriating!
I began to relate the visions as they had come to me,
sparing no detail. Seth listened patiently, his expression hardly changing even
as the gruesome details of his death were laid out.
“So?” I asked, once I finished explaining. “What do
you think?”
He stood and began pacing. Then he turned and looked
at me, “In each of these visions,” he began pacing again. “I am bleeding and
presumably dead or dying?” He waved my response away when I opened my mouth. “ And …”
He linked his fingers and rested his hands on his head. “It appears that Lucian
is badly burnt and flaking away to nothing. But then, the second vision shows
the same ruined Lucian apparently strong enough to joyfully carve me up like a
pumpkin?”
“Yeah, pretty much.” I looked at him, “Does any of
that make sense?” I asked, wincing at the memory of this beautiful man lying
broken and bloody.
“And this woman,” Seth continued, completely ignoring
me. “You have never seen her, yet she appears in both visions?” He glanced at
me and I could tell he wasn’t really seeing me as he rattled on. “…But,” he
continued, as if finishing a thought. “Why is she holding an infant in her
arms?” He put his face in his hands. “This isn’t good.” He turned.
“So you know what it means?” I watched him closely.
“What?” I tilted my head in question.
“I have a theory.” He looked somber. Then his eyes
filled with pity as he looked at me. “But it’s just a theory.”
My gut clenched and I felt a huge sense of unease as
I tried to decipher the look. “I’m afraid to ask.” I looked into his eyes and
he tried to dodge my gaze. “You just ripped me apart for keeping things to
myself. Seth, now spill!” I demanded despite my reservations.
He looked at me. I could almost see the wheels
turning. “I can not be certain, but the fact that Lucian appeared to be burning
and flaking away leads me to believe that he is no longer the same man, the old
Lucian has been destroyed, replaced by something else.”
I felt my eyes grow huge. “What the hell does that
mean?” Bile rose in my throat.
Seth shook his head and ran his hand gently down my
hair. “Tell me about your plan.” He moved towards the door. “We have only six
more hours of darkness left.” He grabbed my arm and dragged me from the room.
TWELVE
“Your plan has promise, but I do not like it, Sweet.”
Seth sat at my kitchen table snapping silver bullets into the magazine of his
Beretta. “You are not thinking of the danger you place yourself in. You cannot
predict these creatures. They are dogs, Grace. Nothing more than violent,
mindless animals.” He sneered and lifted his chin, as if it were beneath him to
even speak of them. “You should not go in alone.”
I sat across from him. My mind wandering as I
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