Bloodfever
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There is torture and there is psychological torture. Malluc was a master of both.
I was holding up. I wasnt screaming too much. Yet. I was clinging tenaciously to the side of a tiny lifeboat of optimism in my sea of pain. I was telling myself that everything would be all right, that Malluc might have taken my cuff, but he would never discard a relic that might prove useful to him somehow, especially not an ancient one, worth money. I assured myself that hed tossed it in a cave nearby and that Barrons would track it, and find me. The pain would stop. I wouldnt die here. My life wasnt over.
Then he dropped the bomb on me.
With a leprous smile, his face so close to mine that the putrid odor of rotting flesh nearly choked me, he sank my lifeboat, drove it straight to the bottom of the sea. He told me to forget about Barrons, if that was my hope, if that was what was keeping me from succumbing to mindless panic, because Barrons was never coming for me. Malluc had seen to it himself when hed stripped off my clever little locator cuff back in the alley where hed run me to ground, along with my purse and clothing. Hed left it lying there, amid broken bottles and debris.
Hunters had flown us here; wed left no trail on the ground to follow. Pure mercenaries that they were, Malluc had outbid the Lord Master for their temporary services. There was no chance that Jericho Barrons or anyone else would ever find or rescue me. I was forgotten, lost to the world. It was him and me, alone, in the belly of the earth, until the bitter end.
Phrases like belly of the earth really get to me. The thought of my cuff lying back there in that alley, useless, got to me even worse. I was hours from Dublin, beneath tons of stone.
Malluc was right; without the cuff, I would never be found, alive or dead. At least Mom and Dad had gotten a body back with Alina. Mine would never show up. What would it do to them, to lose their second daughter without a trace? I couldnt bear to think about it.
Barrons was out. I couldnt count on Vlane. If he was hovering in whatever manner he hovered, he would have stopped this by now. He wouldnt have let Malluc do these things to me, which meant he was off somewhere, probably on some errand for his queen, and it could be months in human time before he came around again. That left Rowena and her group of tightly controlled sidhe-seers, and shed made her sentiments plain: I will never risk ten to save one.
Malluc was right. No one was coming for me.
I was going to die down here, in this miserable, dark hellhole with a rotting monster. I would never see the sun again. Never feel grass or sand beneath my feet. Never listen to another song, never draw another breath of sweet Georgia blossom-drenched air, never taste my mothers pecan chicken and peach pie again.
He was goingto turn me into a quadriplegic, he told me, by slow, infinitesimal degrees. The suffering he planned to inflict on the remnant of my body was too horrific for my brain to allow my ears to hear. I turned them off. I heard no more.
Hope is a critical thing. Without it, we are nothing. Hope shapes the will. The will shapes the world. I might have been suffering a dearth of hope but I had a few things left: will, desperation in spades, and a chance.
A glittering, gold and silver, encrusted with sapphires and onyx chance.
Id eaten today, I wasnt too badly beaten yet, and one of my arms still worked. Who knew what shape Id be in tomorrow? Or the next day? I couldnt think about a future in this place. I might never be as strong again as I was right now. Would he really begin torturing me with psychotropic drugs, as hed said? The thought of having control of my mind stripped from me was worse than the thought of more pain. I wouldnt even possess the wits to try to fight. I couldnt let that happen.
It was now or never. I needed to know: Was I epic? I might never have another opportunity to find out. He might chain me up the next time. Or worse.
He was still talking, didnt seem to care that Id willed myself deaf and was no longer even responding with flinches to what he was saying. This was the performance hed been living for. His sickly yellow eyes burned with psychotic zeal.
When he reached for me again, I threw myself forward, as if seeking his embrace. It startled him. I plunged my good hand beneath his robes, groped for the amulet, and locked down tight on it when I found it. It was like closing my hand around dry ice. The metal was so cold it burned, felt like it was eating straight through my flesh to the bone. I pushed through the pain. For a moment nothing happened. Then a dark fire, a blue-black light began to pulse from the folds of his robe, from between my fingers.
I had my answer: MacKayla Lane had potential for greatness!
Id settle for a little superstrength and a map to get me out of here. I yanked, but the chain was forged of thick links. I couldnt snap it. I remembered how the old mans head had been nearly ripped off. Were the links reinforced by magic? I focused my will, tried to jerk it through his rotting neck. The translucent stone inside the amulet blazed, bathing the grotto with dark radiance.
You bitch! The vampire looked incredulous.
Id been right. He hadnt been able to make it work. I smirked. Guess you just dont have the right stuff.
Impossible! You are no one, nothing!
This nothing is going to kick your ass, vamp. Bluff, bluff, bluff. And pray there was some truth in it. When the chain snapped abruptly, I stumbled backward into the wall, clutching the amulet.
I was holding up. I wasnt screaming too much. Yet. I was clinging tenaciously to the side of a tiny lifeboat of optimism in my sea of pain. I was telling myself that everything would be all right, that Malluc might have taken my cuff, but he would never discard a relic that might prove useful to him somehow, especially not an ancient one, worth money. I assured myself that hed tossed it in a cave nearby and that Barrons would track it, and find me. The pain would stop. I wouldnt die here. My life wasnt over.
Then he dropped the bomb on me.
With a leprous smile, his face so close to mine that the putrid odor of rotting flesh nearly choked me, he sank my lifeboat, drove it straight to the bottom of the sea. He told me to forget about Barrons, if that was my hope, if that was what was keeping me from succumbing to mindless panic, because Barrons was never coming for me. Malluc had seen to it himself when hed stripped off my clever little locator cuff back in the alley where hed run me to ground, along with my purse and clothing. Hed left it lying there, amid broken bottles and debris.
Hunters had flown us here; wed left no trail on the ground to follow. Pure mercenaries that they were, Malluc had outbid the Lord Master for their temporary services. There was no chance that Jericho Barrons or anyone else would ever find or rescue me. I was forgotten, lost to the world. It was him and me, alone, in the belly of the earth, until the bitter end.
Phrases like belly of the earth really get to me. The thought of my cuff lying back there in that alley, useless, got to me even worse. I was hours from Dublin, beneath tons of stone.
Malluc was right; without the cuff, I would never be found, alive or dead. At least Mom and Dad had gotten a body back with Alina. Mine would never show up. What would it do to them, to lose their second daughter without a trace? I couldnt bear to think about it.
Barrons was out. I couldnt count on Vlane. If he was hovering in whatever manner he hovered, he would have stopped this by now. He wouldnt have let Malluc do these things to me, which meant he was off somewhere, probably on some errand for his queen, and it could be months in human time before he came around again. That left Rowena and her group of tightly controlled sidhe-seers, and shed made her sentiments plain: I will never risk ten to save one.
Malluc was right. No one was coming for me.
I was going to die down here, in this miserable, dark hellhole with a rotting monster. I would never see the sun again. Never feel grass or sand beneath my feet. Never listen to another song, never draw another breath of sweet Georgia blossom-drenched air, never taste my mothers pecan chicken and peach pie again.
He was goingto turn me into a quadriplegic, he told me, by slow, infinitesimal degrees. The suffering he planned to inflict on the remnant of my body was too horrific for my brain to allow my ears to hear. I turned them off. I heard no more.
Hope is a critical thing. Without it, we are nothing. Hope shapes the will. The will shapes the world. I might have been suffering a dearth of hope but I had a few things left: will, desperation in spades, and a chance.
A glittering, gold and silver, encrusted with sapphires and onyx chance.
Id eaten today, I wasnt too badly beaten yet, and one of my arms still worked. Who knew what shape Id be in tomorrow? Or the next day? I couldnt think about a future in this place. I might never be as strong again as I was right now. Would he really begin torturing me with psychotropic drugs, as hed said? The thought of having control of my mind stripped from me was worse than the thought of more pain. I wouldnt even possess the wits to try to fight. I couldnt let that happen.
It was now or never. I needed to know: Was I epic? I might never have another opportunity to find out. He might chain me up the next time. Or worse.
He was still talking, didnt seem to care that Id willed myself deaf and was no longer even responding with flinches to what he was saying. This was the performance hed been living for. His sickly yellow eyes burned with psychotic zeal.
When he reached for me again, I threw myself forward, as if seeking his embrace. It startled him. I plunged my good hand beneath his robes, groped for the amulet, and locked down tight on it when I found it. It was like closing my hand around dry ice. The metal was so cold it burned, felt like it was eating straight through my flesh to the bone. I pushed through the pain. For a moment nothing happened. Then a dark fire, a blue-black light began to pulse from the folds of his robe, from between my fingers.
I had my answer: MacKayla Lane had potential for greatness!
Id settle for a little superstrength and a map to get me out of here. I yanked, but the chain was forged of thick links. I couldnt snap it. I remembered how the old mans head had been nearly ripped off. Were the links reinforced by magic? I focused my will, tried to jerk it through his rotting neck. The translucent stone inside the amulet blazed, bathing the grotto with dark radiance.
You bitch! The vampire looked incredulous.
Id been right. He hadnt been able to make it work. I smirked. Guess you just dont have the right stuff.
Impossible! You are no one, nothing!
This nothing is going to kick your ass, vamp. Bluff, bluff, bluff. And pray there was some truth in it. When the chain snapped abruptly, I stumbled backward into the wall, clutching the amulet.
