Otherworld amulets bestow a thief and a young girl with occult powers, leading them to a parallel Earth devastated by nuclear war and a vampire apocalypse.
Like a mirage come to life, Roy finally saw what his mind's eye only had glimpsed in foreboding visions and beguiling dreams. With heavy steps, the countess was restoring herself to her corporeal form.
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Around her were the strewn and blood-drained bodies of his and his brother's former military unit, their poker buddies. Cora, the countess, hadn't eaten in decades, and she was famished only because his dead brother, when alive, had willfully starved her to weaken her. She had his niece, Sunny, and the two Russian neighbor girls, Tamara and Zura, firmly under her hypnotic control. The three girls knelt before the countess in the rain-soaked basement like supplicated and rueful acolytes forced before the judgment of their dark deity.
Roy didn't know it, but Betty had materialized out of the shadows behind him. He didn't feel her presence until her arm was wrapped firmly around his neck. "I could kill you right fucking now for your complicit betrayal. Do you remember that night in the diner when I let you walk out of there with your life?"
"How can I forget? It was more fucked up than anything I'd seen during the war, and that says some shit."
"I never told you, but I had a little fantasy about you that night. I fantasized about pushing my fingers right into your fucking heart like I was pushing them through a bowl of jello. Scooping it out and eating it like I was munching on your dead mother's pussy."
Roy squirmed, but Betty's chokehold was like an iron vice around his throat. She could easily crush his windpipe or snap his neck if she so desired. "I thought I had to invite you nightmare assholes in first before you fucked up my shit?"
Betty kissed Roy's cheek and grinned. "Oh, that protective threshold went down for you as soon as you destroyed the sarsen stones. By the way, thank you for that."
"What are you going to do with us now?"
"Well, the girls are returning to the cave for din-din later. And you... I think... I'll rip your head off and stick it in the stove for your sweet little nephew, Roland, to discover later. How does that sound, meat bag?"
"Fuck you. Fuck you for making my life hell, and fuck you unholy assholes for making me murder my brother."
"You know what? With that attitude, I may not even show you my big surprise... But you know what? I do love a good reunion story. Come on out, Linh!" Betty shouted like Roy was a winning contestant on a game show. "Look, she's even wearing her nón lá and old depressing cum stained áo bà ba for you. I'm telling you, sweetheart. You could have had a literal field day with a rape kit on that shirt. The horror...the horror..."
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