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One of the vases he’d just checked suddenly fell off its shelf and shattered.
Ryan jumped.
He didn’t do that.
He looked around, the hair standing up on the back of his neck.
It could be that he hadn’t set the vase back far enough on the shelf. That was probably it. Nothing more. He scanned the room for a cat or some other type of creature, and still he found nothing.
He hadn’t checked upstairs, but he needed to go.
Fuck it.
He had the car, and that was definitely worth more than ten grand if he could find someone willing to take such a hot set of wheels off his hands. He hurried to the front door, clutching the keys. He paused to grab his coat from the table and spared one last farewell smile to Ormenus’s corpse.
“Bye, Ormenus,” he muttered as he slid his coat on. “See ya in the next life.”
He opened the front door, but before he could open it fully, it pulled right out of his hand and slammed shut. “Hey!” He grabbed the doorknob and tried to open it again, but the knob wouldn’t even turn. “What the fuck?”
Something was wrong.
Something was very fucking wrong.
Ryan held his knife in one hand and the keys in the other, his eyes searching the room.
There was no one else here except Ormenus, and he was dead.
Ryan hurried to the nearest window, but that wouldn’t budge either.
“Fuck this.” Ryan stashed his knife so he could grab a chair. He hurled it at the window, but it bounced off and the glass remained intact. “What the fucking fuck?”
One by one, all the shutters on every window slammed shut, the sound of locks clicking echoed all around him, and the lights went out.
“Oh fuck no.” Ryan’s heart thudded with dread, and he got his knife out again. His breath was coming in and out in shaking gasps, and he retreated until his back hit the door. There was a scream rising in his throat that he struggled to keep from escaping. He had no idea what was going on, and he gasped when a single candle on the wall suddenly lit all by itself.
Shit, shit, shit.
What was going on?
Ryan struggled to get his eyes to adjust, and his heart stopped when he saw movement.
It was Ormenus.
Ormenus grunted as he stood, very much alive and stretching his arms over his head as if he had just woken up from a nap. He dusted himself off, and the bloody mess vanished away in seconds. There wasn’t even a hole left in his sweater, and he smiled sweetly over at Ryan, his eyes glowing bright red. “Perhaps I came on a bit strong with the whole Daddy thing…”
Two
What the fuck?” Ryan pushed himself into a corner, his blood freezing over. “What… What the hell are you?”
“Pissed off about my rug, that’s what I am.” Ormenus glared at the big stain even as it disappeared. There was a faint pinkish tint left behind. “See? There’s going to be a nasty residue there. It’s just awful trying to get blood out of Persian silk.” He held out his hand and a glass of vodka appeared. “Oh! And a tiny bit upset about being stabbed to death.”
Ryan swallowed back a terrified howl and tried to remain calm. “W-well, I get upset when someone doesn’t understand no means no.”
“Is this, like, a hard no?” Ormenus approached, sipping his drink. “Or no, but I can get you drunk enough that you feel freaky enough to try it?”
“Hard fucking no.” Ryan tightened his grip on his knife.
Ormenus sighed. “Please don’t stab me again. Think of the rug.”
