healed.
The horror of it filled every corner of her mind. It felt as if his depravity had somehow invaded her soul and left it stained. He laughed, white teeth gleaming, canines still tarnished by her blood. She closed her eyes, desperate to control the rising tide of hysteria. That's what he intended, what he wanted. It was just part of his tricks, part of his attempt to break her will.
She couldn't let him succeed. Not when Michael's life was at stake.
Jasper moved back to the bed. His bright gaze watched her steadily. There was no life, no emotion, in his eyes. It was almost as if becoming a vampire had robbed him of all humanity. And yet, she had an odd feeling that even when he had been alive, the look in his eyes would have been much the same.
She shifted uncomfortably on the cold floor, but her muscles were stiff and unresponsive. She still clasped her knees close to her chest, though the muscles along her thighs had long ago gone numb. While the protection it offered was only illusory, she didn't want her body exposed to this man.
'You have been missing for more than twenty-four hours. Do you think your lover is frantic yet?'
'He's not…' She stopped. What was the use? He'd never believe Michael and she were barely even friends, let alone lovers. Madness had control of his brain, and he refused to hear anything beyond the boundaries of what he believed to be true.
Jasper rested his forearms against his knees, face somehow more intense as he leaned forward. 'He will suffer, as I suffered. And he will feel you die, as I felt my brother die.'
His voice was flat, chilling in its lack of emotion. Yet his statement confused her. Why, if he was so desperate for psychic power, did he keep her alive? 'I thought you wanted to get your hands on my abilities?'
Perhaps it wasn't the wisest move, asking a madman a question like that, but it was one she needed an answer to.
'I kill you now, and your lover will merely return you to death. There would be nothing to savor in such a situation.'
Suddenly she understood. He thought them lovers, and wanted Michael to suffer the agony of the situation, of knowing she was a captive and yet not knowing what was being done to her. A good plan, had it not been for the fact she and Michael were little more than strangers.
Hell, Michael was probably sitting back right now wondering how to turn the situation to his advantage.
She doubted if she'd waste more than a second or two in his thoughts.
Though he'd promised to keep her safe, and she had no doubt he would try and keep that promise.
'Why haven't you tried to hypnotize me again, then?' she asked after a moment. He'd come so close the first time.
'At the time, you were unaware and ripe for attack. Were it not for your lover, I would have had you.
Right now, you would not be so easy a target, even with your mind so clouded. I have no wish to deplete my own reserves when fear and drugs can more easily break a spirit.'
And the pain involved would give him more pleasure, she thought. He smiled, and fear curled in her stomach. There were a few too many teeth involved in that smile. She had to keep him talking. It was her only hope. Every second she could delay whatever plans he had for her was another second Michael had to find her.
'Was your brother a vampire, too?'
His gaze narrowed slightly. He knew what she was up to, yet she sensed he was prepared to play along.
At least for a while.
'He was my twin. He was never strong, never certain about this gift of afterlife. He was an easy target.
I've spent a long time tracking down his killer.'
And probably a long time planning Michael's death. She moved her leg slightly, trying to ease the ache, but stopped when a hungry look flickered across his face. Holding still, she cleared her throat, trying to draw his attention away from her naked body. 'Michael doesn't even know your name.'
If he tasted her lie, he gave no sign of it.
'Then he will, before this is finished. And he will curse it long before he dies.' He rose and picked up the syringe. 'I must go out. Your blood, intoxicating as it was, will not contain my needs.'
He slid the needle into her thigh, and she bit back a yelp of pain. White fire flashed through her veins, and her pulse began to skip. Sweat broke out across her skin, though she felt chilled to the bone. The darkness began to move, began to moan and whisper… And dancing images of every nightmare she'd ever suffered came to life in the night before her.
She closed her eyes, battling for sanity. It was only the drug. It wasn't real. Jasper's hand caressed her arm, his touch hot with desire. She shuddered, but didn't move. Didn't dare.
'Have fun, beautiful one.'
His laughter rolled through the thickening night, stirring it into a passionate dance of madness.
'My name is Jasper Harding.'
His voice broke the numbness. She flinched, holding her knees tighter, not moving. Sweat ran in rivulets down her body, despite the dense chill gripping the room. Every heartbeat was a shudder of fear.
The darkness writhed and danced with horrors unimaginable. They filled her with their madness, twisted her soul with their evil. She'd long ago given up telling herself it was only the drug. It was more than that now. He was back.
'Repeat it. Say my name.'
She bit her tongue and ignored the urge to do as he asked. The darkness ran across her skin as lightly as a spider, scalding her.
'Repeat it, and the fear will go. Everything will go.'
'NO!' She dropped her head to her knees and tried to deny the growing need to do as he asked. She'd rather face insanity.
Pain flared in her thigh. More drugs. She moaned and held her trembling legs tightly. She wouldn't give in. She wouldn't…
Her parents' death replayed itself, over and over and over in the darkness. The look on their faces as they'd waved good-bye to her. The scream of metal as a runaway truck crushed them. Images of the twisted remains of the car entwined with blood and mangled body parts, none really distinguishable from the other.
Again and again she felt the caress of her mother's soul, her kiss of love, as she passed on.
She screamed and cried and denied the night's insistence they died because of her. Begged and pleaded for forgiveness, only to be mocked with vicious laughter.
And still the nightmare danced on.
Over and over she watched Tommy being beaten, her gaze hazy with the blood from a wound on her forehead. Unable to help him, her gifts useless with the pain pounding through her brain, she could only watch the three kids kick him.
Words mocked her. Her words, spoken the night before his death. A wish for his soul to be sent to hell.
She cried a denial to the darkness. The words had been spoken in anger and fear, and never meant.
The night would not listen, and the madness danced on.
She heard the distant wail of the approaching police siren that frightened the thugs away. Suffered again the agonizing crawl towards Tommy. Felt the moment of his death as she held his bloody body in her arms, the touch of his soul as it passed on its journey towards eternal darkness.
Her curse, her fault. Over and over and over…
'Say my name.'
The chant sang through her brain. She shook her head, the movement feeble. Everything ached—her head, her muscles, her heart. The night went on forever, and time became a frozen wasteland of madness.
