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“I’m the past, Reverend,” he was informed softly as the satisfaction and pleasure grew. It always did, when the prey finally knew fear itself. They had once played here, and now they could play again.
Playtime. A smile came and went. What was play? What Breed could answer that question or understand that ideal?
Alonzo’s beady little eyes narrowed. “How do you know about this place? Phillip would never have told you.”
“Phillip has actually told me many things.” She shrugged negligently. “Tell me, Reverend, do you still enjoy playing with death?”
Oh yes, death was returning to these mountains. Blood would stain the ground here once again, and it would begin with HR.
The fat little bastard’s face paled. “Phillip wouldn’t dare have me killed. You better check your orders, because he knows what will happen if anything happens to me.”
Ah yes, the ever present threat.
“Yes, Phillip knows well what will happen.” A breath of a promise, of death, filled the air.
There was no secret there, not because Phillip or his insane little wife had told it, simply because the Deadly Dozen, as they had once called themselves, always
protected their own asses against one another. That fact had been learned the first time the blood of a member had been shed. The others should be worried by now. HR should have been concerned enough to use caution in coming here.
Tonight, death would lose another member of its evil little group.
Alonzo could sense it, it was there in the waves of fear beginning to fill the air. His heartbeat echoed in the night, the stench of his cowardice wrapped around the senses.
“You’re not going to kill me.” The bastard tried to bluff. He should know better.
Canines flashed in the night. Alonzo’s gaze locked on the sight as his heavy jowls trembled.
“You were here. You smiled.” Agony twisted and bloomed in colors of red. “You laughed as they died. I’ll laugh now as you die.”
Forcing back the pain didn’t always work. It was always there, always spearing the soul like a poison-tipped sword as the voice weakened and became hoarse.
Alonzo swallowed; a whimper nearly left his throat.
“You’ll never get away with it.” Terror was thick in the mountains once more, but this time, it wasn’t a Breed’s terror. It was just a human’s. A human of no worth.
“Perhaps getting away with it isn’t my aim.”
“You’ll destroy the Breeds,” Alonzo charged furiously as he began to back away. “My death won’t go unnoticed.”
“They don’t even know who I am, why should I care about them?” It was a hiss of fury, of hatred. “Let them deal with it however they will. You are no longer an equation in their battle.”
He stumbled, then righted himself. His eyes widened. His face went white.
“You don’t want to do this.”
“I did the others. The doctor, the lawyer, the sheriff and the mayor, the police officer.” The words were a sigh of pleasure, almost of ecstasy. “It was good, Alonzo. I tasted their fear, I feasted on their blood. And it was good.”
He froze. Like a deer caught in the brilliant rays of a headlight.
“You,” he breathed. “You’re the one that killed them.”
A chuckle filled the night. The last Breed they could have suspected. It was perfect. It was just perfect revenge. Just a study in exacting revenge.
“It was I.” It was a soul stained with blood, with death, with the need for more. “And now it’s your turn.”
His head shook. His body shook. What was the saying? Like a bowlful of Jell-O? It wiggled and trembled and swayed with terror.
“You can’t do this,” Alonzo wheezed.
