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One of the Friday the 13thto a Dracula movie, the Lon Chaney Werewolf, and then, on to the one of the offerings froed the channel again--no good Mike Myers was busy chasing the Jas
"Surely, there’s a cartoon channel!" she ood A cartoon duck had been bitten by an evil, de
She looked for a rerun of the local eleven o’clock news
There could be no horror movies on the news channel!
But in fact, the neas no better The grisly re from Boston for several weeks had at last been discovered--washed up on a cold North Shore beach The faiving out any information as to the cause of death
Detectives were dismayed at the condition of the body, because the sea-water, time, and eleht have been recovered
She turned the channel again
Another news channel The dead girl’s naain, the newscaster announced that the coroner’s office had refused to speculate on cause of death until the autopsy had been performed
She turned back to Lon Chaney’s Werewolf
There were the trees…
Mist rising
She turned off the television The bathrooed in a cloud of steaainst the white terry Muscles rippled Hair dalanced her way, still iry He walked on by her, opening the drapes Stea, it, too, seemed blue
Finn, just wrapped in the towel, stood by the balcony doors, and opened the there, naked back oddly evocative She wanted to walk up and touch hiainst him She wasn’t about to do so, not when it appeared that he would shake off her touch
She walked into the shower herself
That night, the drea
He alking, walking walking Striding… no, al on air He could hear the chanting, see blurred i hi hi Instinct kept hi Excitement riddled his body, enhanced and increased by the chants, the cries, the applause, and the wonder Wo, please hiues laved over hie They fell to the wayside, because there was only one he wanted, one worthy of all the power and wonder that was him
He felt the bare earth beneath his feet, and even it enhanced the raw, ele hith, bursting with prowess, falling upon the sheer splendor of the perfection cast before hi that all must fall down before him, that any decadence, any desire, h hi fury, hishe wanted, was his
He soared higher, burning with that explosive power, none would deny hiled inwardly There was so that wasn’t pleasure, that was pain Beneath the chanting, there was a screa cried out
"Finn, no Finn, no Finn…"
"Stop, stop, stop…"
What the hell was he doing? He had a greater strength than this, and there was a voice within hi him that it was so
Never hurt…
Never hurt…
The lure, the entice a force that swept away archaic beliefs of right and wrong
"No"
"Finn" His na back to earth, with the chanting going on and on, he was stroked again and again, adored, and applauded…
Finn woke, groggy and , a terrible headache plaguing him from the second he realized he ake He couldn’t open his eyes, but rather ground the to draw Megan against him He wanted to hold her, and tell her he was sorry, it was just that she had rather shattered his ego, being afraid of fog when he ith her, when he did love her so much, and would die to defend her