Tuesday, December 18, 2012

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ed him. He was better than all of you!’ Then he charged - and I couldn’t bring myself to shoot. Michael Alexander was insane; he wasn’t responsible anymore. He kept growling, frothing at the mouth. His eyes were wild, rolling in their sockets. Every muscle on his body was tightly flexed. I couldn’t kill this tortured man-child. I braced myself to tackle him,fake chanel bags. I hoped I could bring him down.
Then Kyle fired - once.
The shot struck him where his nose had been just an instant before. A dark, bloody hole appeared at the center of his face. There was no surprise or shock, just sudden obliteration. Then he crumpled to the ground. There was no doubt he was dead.
I had been wrong about Kyle - he could shoot. He was an expert, full of surprises. I needed to think about that, but not right now,montblanc pen. Suddenly, I heard another voice,nike foamposites. It was coming from inside the pickup. Someone was trapped. William? Was the brother alive,nike heels? I approached the overturned vehicle slowly, gun in hand. The engine was still smoking. I was afraid the truck might blow. I climbed onto the teetering wreck and managed to pull open a bent, badly damaged door. I saw William - shot to death, his face a sorry, bloody mask.
Then I found myself staring into the angriest, most arrogant eyes. I recognized them immediately. It was almost impossible to shock me anymore, but this was another jolt.’So you’re the one,’I said. ‘You killed them, and you will be killed,’a voice threatened.’You’ll die. You will die. Cross!’
I was looking at Peter Westin, the vampire expert I’d met weeks before in Santa Barbara. He was cut-up, injured and bleeding. But he was in total control, even with my gun aimed at his face. He was cool and superior, so confident. I remembered sitting across from him at the Davidson Library up in Santa Barbara. He had told me he was a real vampire. I guess I believed him now.
I finally found the right words.’You’re the Sire.’
Chapter 92
I tried a couple of sessions with the creepy and surreal Peter Westin that nig

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