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strong enough,
I hope, to protect you.”
    “What are
you saying? Brother? What brother? And why do you want me to leave?”
    He groaned
and shook his head, his eyes closing as if pained. “Please, Thea .
I can’t get him out of my mind. I can’t stop him from hurting you. Please. You
need to go.”
    She didn’t
move. How could she with the father of her child so obviously conflicted? He
needed a doctor and some meds because it was becoming obvious he suffered from some
kind of mental malady. “I’m not leaving you when it’s obvious you need help.
We’ll get through this together. You can fight this thing, David.” She reached
up to touch his face. He flinched.
    A tremor
shook him, and he grunted as he reeled away from her. “No, Thea ,
You don’t understand. Leave. Now!”
    The conflict
on his face, so visible as his muscles shifted under his skin, as if he fought
some inner battle, almost rooted her feet. It was the red flare of his eyes and
the sense of something cold entering the room, a slimy feel of evil , that shocked her into realizing there
was something deeply wrong with David. Something more than perhaps drugs could
counter.
    She backed
away as he hunched over, his breaths coming fast and hard. Her chilly sensation
deepened. She placed her hand on the door, about to turn the knob when he spoke.
The mocking voice that emerged wasn’t the man she knew.
    “Where do
you think you’re going, my breeding bitch?”
    Flinging
the door open, she forwent a reply and instead ran up the hall, heading for the
elevator. She didn’t make it. Rough hands gripped her from behind and slammed
her against the wall. A short scream left her as the stranger in David’s body
leered at her. If she didn’t know better, she’d wager a demon possessed him.
Eyes glowing a hellish red, he leaned into her, inhaling deeply before licking
her—a long, wet swipe of his tongue from temple to chin that made her
shudder.
    “Stop it.
Let go of me!”
    “I don’t
think so. No more Mr. Nice Guy for you. Time to cut short the game and bring
you to your new home.”
    As she struggled
against the iron grip pinning her to the wall, she spat, “I don’t know who and
what you are, but I’m not going anywhere with you. Help!” She shouted as loud
as she could. “Help me! Someone call the pol—”
    He slapped
a hand over her mouth, too late. A door opened a few feet away and a head
popped out.
    “Hey
buddy,” the bald stranger said as he stepped into the hall. He began to frown.
“I think you need to let the lady go.”
    “Mind your
fucking business,” snarled her possessed boyfriend.
    “I don’t
think so,” the Samaritan replied, cracking his knuckles in a menacing fashion.
    The violent
entity let her go and turned to fully face her neighbor. She inched away, her
eyes not leaving them as they squared off.
    “Humans,”
scoffed the stranger in her boyfriend’s body. “So mouthy, and yet so fragile.”
    A cry left
her lips as, quicker than her mind could comprehend, David reached out and twisted the other guy’s head. A sharp crack and the man
who tried to step in stared at nothing. The monster in the hall dropped the
limp body and turned to face her.
    “Going
somewhere?”
    “Fuck. Oh
fuck. Oh fuck.” She couldn’t stop repeating the foul words over and over,
nothing else strong enough to express her extreme horror at the situation. She
stumbled backward, not wanting to look away from the creature stalking her with
a red glint in its eyes. It only prolonged the inevitable.
    With an
almost gleeful, “Come to papa,” he pounced.
    After a
brief struggle—no real contest against his strength—a fist met her
face once, twice, before she passed out.
    As it
turned out, unconsciousness beat reality, or so she discovered when she woke
up, chained in a cell.
    I should have run.

Chapter Two

 
    God, what an idiot. He was almost as stupid as his missing younger
brother. Walked right into the trap and pretty much handed