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Williah his mind, but not a sound passed from his lips

He could feel the presence Feel its darkness

So close

She was at the cabin She could see the sparkling wood She could s was just as she remembered The table that her father had made the summer of her sixteenth birthday sat in the corner Herover the

She walked toward the fire, wanting to feel its war so desperately to banish the cold that eeping through her

She looked around, surprised to find herself alone She'd thought for certain that Mark would be there Or Sharon

She felt solanced down, frowning Was that water? It seeht out of the fire

How could water co the liquid with one fingertip She held up her hand, straining to see in the flickering fire light

Her fingertip was red—blood red

She gasped and ju to escape from the cool touch of the blood The pool see like a snake on the floor

The sound of laughter, light andfor you” The words were soft, purring, lightly accented

Her gaze flew frantically around the room “Who's there?” She strained to see in the shadows

«Don't you know?” He whispered “Don't you knoho I am?»

Her heart pounded “No No, I don't know you»

«Of course you do, ain, softly “You know me very well Better than any lovers I've ever had After all, you've shared a kill withsoaked in the blood

«You were here with me I could feel you You were here while I fed” His voice drifted fro about?

Mark Herrush Mark had died He'd died here, in the cabin She'd seen it She'd—

«That's right,” he purred “Your dear sweet brother I'm afraid I had to drain him dry»

A cool touch drifted across the back of her ar in her throat She turned quickly, hoping to see the face of the killer who stalked her

No one was there

His words continued to whisper from the darkness “But you knohat I did, don't you, Savannah? You were there that night I felt you I felt your fear Your anger»

Her hair was lifted gently A cool breeze blew against the nape of her neck Savannah tre” The voice was louder now, closer “Itout froreedy hands Savannah felt the heat burn across her skin Then, in a flash, the fire died

The rooainst her leg Savannah bit her lip, choking back a scream She kneasn't real The cabin The voice None of it was real It was just another dreahtly around her wrist, crushing the skin and bones in a powerful grip

It just felt so damn real!