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surveyed the scene with his own eyes.
    Maybe I would survive after all. Turning my head slightly to the right, I could see the alarm on the ceiling. The urge to watch for that first glowing red light indicating it had been triggered became almost impossible to ignore, but I pulled my eyes away from it as quickly as possible, vowing not to spare it another glance. It was certainly my only hope, however small it might be.
    Thinking desperately of any other possibilities, I remembered the gun my ex-husband had left me, but it was locked in the safe. Fighting the urge to glance back at the stove, which might give me away as easily as the fire alarms, I turned my attention to him instead of what might save me.
    My eyes fell first on his mouth. His lips were pulled back in a full smile, framing one-half inch paired fangs on each side that stood in sharp contrast to where his canines and incisors should have been. They were shiny, wet, and sharp at the tips. His lips were arched and colored a deep red, standing out sharply against his very white teeth.
    I lost track of time as I stared at those fangs, having a hard time getting past them and the barriers that my mind was throwing up. Only partly believing what I was seeing, I finally was able to look up into his eyes and despite looking human, there was little that could be called human about them.
    Deep green like the pastures of May before the rain has become scarce, the irises seemed to have more depth than usual, the pupils were darker and wider. Cold and hard, I could see in them his eagerness for what was to come.
    I’m a rational person and not prone to flights of fancy. I believe in God, but have never believed in any other kind of supernatural. I live and exist in a very real world. But what was sitting across from me was not human. That fact I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt and the hope that had been building in my mind drained out of me in one moment, replaced by despair. The fire marshal would show up, but I would already be dead and he would probably die as well for all his trouble to come here.
    He must have recognized when my logic had been replaced by reality and he began to slowly lean towards me. Attempting to move as far away from him as possible, I shifted in response, only to realize there was nowhere to go but forward. Without thinking about it but acting on pure instinct only, I jumped forward, trying to evade him.
    Logical thought would have kept me sitting on the couch not believing what I was seeing. Instincts are usually stronger than logic but they did me about as much good as logic would have. I made it only a couple of feet before he reached down and caught my right instep in his left hand and in one quick jerk, he lifted me completely up in the air and slammed me back down onto the floor.
    I hit the floor solidly on my back, the air knocked out of my lungs, but I just managed to keep my head from whacking the hard surface. Lacking oxygen to put up any fight, I lay there struggling for breath as he loomed over me, blocking the rest of my vision. Slowly, he dropped to one knee, I was sure he did it slowly to prolong the terror, then he dropped down to his hands to where he was suspended over me. His every movement seemed calculated to cause as much fear as possible.
    My breath had returned and I began to scream until he pushed the air out of my lungs again by dropping his body onto mine. He was heavy, heavier than his frame appeared. There was little opportunity to struggle as he had pinned my arms over my head and I had to use what little air I could get in to maintain my hold on lucidity. I’m not sure why because I probably didn’t want to be lucid through what was coming, but it was a self-preservation step that my autonomic system was in charge of and I couldn’t stop.
    He switched both of my wrists to his left hand and with the other he brushed my hair off my right shoulder. With a flick of his wrist and essentially no effort, he ripped my