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amazement—the
weight on her back disappeared.
    She rolled away from him, looked to see
where he was, analyzed his weak spots and started hitting. She put
as much force as she could as she brought her knee into his crotch,
then slammed her forehead into his face again. Blood sprayed her,
the sheets, her shirt, everything. Without thinking she grabbed the
knife beside the cheese and stabbed him in the gut before she
scrambled to her feet, grabbed the fireplace mantel for support and
then ran to the door.
    Please let the Society be outside. Please
let this be one of the days!
    Her hands were slippery with blood as she
tried to turn the knob. The deadbolt was thrown. She turned it just
as a larger, bloodier hand covered hers and something grabbed the
back of her neck like a vice.
    "We do this the hard way then."
    Scylla squeezed her neck as she tried to pry
his hand off of her. Her visioned blurred as she reached behind her
to find him. Her hand touched something cold and slick and she
realized it was the knife, still protruding from his body. She
grabbed it, pulled it out and raised her arms and jabbed backwards,
over her head.
    He cried out and let her go. She dropped to
her knees and lost her grip on the knife, but it was a long enough
space of time for her to gather her now desperate wits and summon
the power still in her thighs. She delivered a good blow to his
chest with her shoulder before she stumbled away from him toward
the hallway. She smeared blood on the walls as she grabbed the
sides to push herself toward the bedroom. There she had a weapon.
She had something she'd kept, something from Rodriquez's personal
collection of magical things.
    Something she knew would
destroy whatever planar had possessed Remi. The fact it possessed him told her it
had to be a First Born, but she'd never known a Revenant to act
like a homicidal maniac before. Most of the time they were
courteous and friendly, to an almost nauseating degree.
    But this…this was raw.
    Angry.
    Sexual.
    And sick.
    Inches from her bedroom door something cold
grabbed her ankle and yanked her leg out from under her. She hit
the floor face first. Her nose burned and filled with fluid so fast
she choked and turned on her side. She opened her eyes to see blood
pooling on the rug. He'd broken her nose.
    He dragged her into the bathroom. She
grabbed the sides of the door and kicked as hard as she could. But
another strike to her face took the fight out of her. Scylla,
bleeding from his stomach and a nasty slash along his nose and
cheek, pulled her into the bathtub and turned on the cold water.
The temperature and shock of it made her flail, but he grabbed her
hair and leaned over the tub as he forced her to face the
spray.
    Rhonda reached up and grabbed at his arms,
his face, anything. When she felt the cold under her rise, she
realized he'd stoppered the tub. He planned on drowning her!
    "If you stop fighting me, we can have our
talk, Rhonda Orly."
    And there it was…the dual voice. The
unmistakeable pairing of First Born and human host. Scylla's
darker, deeper voice and Remi's sweet gentle cadence. But had this
First Born been inside of Remi all along, or was it recent? How
could she know?
    "That's better. Maybe I should have revealed
myself sooner." He released her hair, turned off the water and
threw a towel at her.
    Rhonda sat up, shivering in the cold water.
It reached her ankles. She was chilled, terrified, and bleeding.
Blood covered the towel as she held it to her nose. When she looked
up, Scylla sat on the edge of the tub.
    The subtle changes she was familiar with a
Revenant weren't subtle on his face. They were horrendous. Remi's
beauty was twisted into a garish, halloween mask. And his eyes…they
weren't black like a Revenant's.
    They were red.
    Blood red.
    She pushed herself into the
back of the tub. "What are you?"
    He smiled. "I'm Scylla. But I'm also your
dear, departed lover, Remi." He frowned but it wasn't a real frown,
more a mockery of