The New Neighbor

was doing to us, that changed. I mean, you won't see me in church, and I sure as hell don't send checks to the fucking 700 Club. But I definitely changed.'

Robby was growing more and more tense and impatient and didn't want to wait any longer. 'What is she?'

'I'm sorry, I got sidetracked. I'll get to that in a minute. Things got worse at home for all of us. I'd get these violent urges and I'd have to break something. I broke most of the breakable things in my office, I think, and a few dishes in the kitchen, for no reason at all. I realized we were all going through a sort of withdrawal. From Lily. I don't think Marie or Gordon knew what I'd done to keep her away. It was in plain sight and pretty hard to miss, but they weren't paying much attention to anything then. But I'm sure they suspected something, because Lily didn't show up at night anymore. And that's what was doing it. She'd gotten into our blood. She'd made us crave what she did to us. I guess… that's what pushed Marie over the edge.

'She and Gordon got into a fight. She chased him out to the garage and took… took my, urn… she used the… chainsaw. On him. Then me. My face… my arm. I… shot her. Killed her.' He closed his eyes a moment and shuddered.

“As they were carrying me out to the ambulance, I saw her. Lily. Across the street and down two houses. Standing on the sidewalk. I went crazy, started screaming something about demons and evil. They thought I was nuts, of course, in shock, or something. In the ambulance, I realized I'd better cool it or they'd put me in the psych ward. But I've never been able to get that image out of my head: Lily standing on the sidewalk, smiling, with those two fucking dogs.”

'Sodom and Gomorrah?' Robby asked.

'No. They weren't the dogs she has now. These were two Dobermans. Cain and Abel.'

'More biblical names.'

'Yeah. Cute, huh? She has an interesting sense of humor. I tried to kill one of the Dobermans. I'm not sure which. About a year later.' He laughed in a way that frightened Robby for a moment. 'Well, what I did should have killed it, anyway. Her, too. A normal person – a human – would have died.' He removed his left glove, revealing the hand that had so frightened Jen. Light reflected dully on the thin metal tendons and knobby knuckles as Prosky turned the palm up, doubled his fist with soft metallic clicks and hisses, then snapped his fist back abruptly.

Robby flinched as a deadly, shining twelve-inch blade shot from the heel of Prosky's metal hand.

'I slashed her dog with it,' Prosky whispered through clenched teeth. 'Then I put it into her stomach, twisted it, cut up, then down. I expected her guts to fall out onto my shoes. I was looking forward to it. But she just smiled. She laughed while I watched her wounds close. They were gone in seconds.' He pressed the tip of the blade to the table's edge and pushed it back into his hand until it locked with a click; then he put the glove back on and leaned close to Robby. 'I've been just a few steps behind her all this time, but now I've finally found her again. And I'm scared, Robby. In less than a week she's done to your neighborhood what it took her six months to do to mine. She's moving faster than ever now. I was hoping to find someone like you to help me stop her, but now I don't know. It might be too late. Things might have gone too far already.'

Robby's eyes stung with misty tears, not because he was crying, but because he was terrified. The back of his neck seemed to crawl up into his scalp and he had to take a steadying breath before he could speak.

“What is she?' he breathed.

'I know it sounds insane. I thought so, too. But you know, don't you, that there's something very wrong with her.'

Robby nodded.

'She's not human. Your new neighbor is a daughter of Lilith. Conceived ages ago on the shores of the Red Sea in an orgy of demons. She's a sexual vampire. A succubus. She's sucking the life – the soul – right out of you.”

After telling his story, Prosky explained that his wife's brother, Anthony Scolari – a very wealthy and prominent businessman in Chicago with a lot of connections, some of a rather dubious nature – had come to the hospital as soon as he heard what had happened and immediately made arrangements for Prosky to be treated by a cosmetic surgeon Scolari knew. Insisting that everyone leave Prosky's room in intensive care, Scolari said, 'This may not be the time for it, Ronnie, but I've got to ask. What happened? I know my sister, and I know she wouldn't just do this. So what really happened, huh?'

'You… won't believe me.'

'Let me decide what I will and won't believe, okay?'

Groggy from the drugs that had been pumped into him, Prosky said, 'If you want… I'll explain it in detail later. For now, I'll tell you this. One person is responsible for what happened. But you have to swear… to keep it between us. I can't… I'll never be able to… prove it. Don't… tell the police.'

'I never intended to tell the police.'

'Our neighbor… Lily Kress.”

“You're sure?'

'Dead sure.'

'All right, then. We'll talk about it more when you're better. Don't worry about anything. I'm making sure you're in good hands.'

Lily was not mentioned again for nearly four months. Prosky was still in the hospital, learning to walk again and adjusting to his new arm, which had been arranged and paid for by his brother-in-law. Prosky had never seen a prosthesis quite like it and asked why he'd been given such an unusual arm. He was told that the arm met the specifications given by Scolari.

A week before Prosky was to leave the hospital, his brother-in-law paid him a visit. They exchanged small talk for a while, then Scolari said, 'Would you like to tell me what happened?'

'Not really.'

'How about if I insist?'

'Look, Anthony, I don't really know what happened myself.'

Scolari sat on the bedside and spoke quietly. 'Look, Ronnie, let's be straight, okay? I think you know that I do a lot more than buy and sell stocks and run a little corporation. I think you know I've got some friends who do things that aren't quite within the law. We've never talked about it, but it's always been there, right? I'm sure Marie told you plenty. So this isn't going to come as a big surprise. I had a friend put a tail on your neighbor lady. Frankly, I was planning to have her killed. Okay? I mean, I was pretty shook up, you know? She moved. To Indiana. My man followed her. A week after she settled into her new place, we lost contact with him. He was found beside a creek, several miles from her neighborhood. He was also found in a garbage dump about a mile from there. And we never found all of him. So… are you sure you don't want to tell me what happened?'

Prosky was shocked, but he still did not tell his brother-in-law the whole story.

'You say this woman's responsible for what happened but you can't prove it, so you can't go to the police, and yet you mean to tell me you're turning down an offer of help from an outside source? You think this is all her fault, and yet you can honestly say you don't want her to pay for it?'

'You want to know the truth, Anthony? I'd like to kill her myself.'

Scolari smiled. He lifted the prosthetic arm and carefully removed a pin from the wrist. 'Do this,' he said, nodding at the arm as he held out an arm, made a fist and snapped it back.

Prosky did as he was told and the blade appeared.

Scolari was still smiling. He cleaned his manicured fingernails with the steel pin as he spoke. 'It's your decision. You can forget it if you want. You can even have another arm if you want. But I've got somebody else watching her now. I know where she is. It's up to you.'

Prosky had been following her ever since.

Robby told him everything. He was hesitant at first, then spoke with more ease, relieved to finally face the fact that something was not right, and even more relieved that he did not have to face it alone. When he spoke of Jen, he lost his control and began to cry, unable to continue.

'It's okay, Robby,' Prosky said. 'At least you're seeing it now, before it's too late for you. I'm not going to lie, it might be too late for them. But maybe not. You might be able to help them.'

'Huh-how?'