Ashes to Ashes

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     He raises his head and she looks into the eyes of a predator. So dazzling . . . She almost has to look away. But even though she is transfixed by the terrible beauty of his eyes, it's his teeth that suddenly draw her fascinated gaze. Teeth that have extended inhumanly, the canines sharp as he bares them and growls.

     The spell breaks and she has the sense to struggle. She kicks and pushes at him, trying to make an impression on his strength. Even as she begins to hyperventilate, she knows there is no escape.  He's too strong; his arms feel like they're carved from marble.

     Somewhere in a very dark place inside her mind, she starts laughing hysterically, and she thinks 'I've gone insane, there's no possible way...' How can she be laughing in her head, but screaming on the outside? Because she is screaming, loud and shrill and hopelessly, a bird in the jaws of a cat. Her screams in the face of the impossible are filled with the knowledge of blood -- and death.

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