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Lover Tamed	By : Sarah_Wolfe Category: A through F > Black Dagger Brotherhood Views: 3499 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 2

Eve had a moment’s hesitation. It was probably some guy being mugged. Couldn’t they just call the cops and let them handle it? What was the deal with not wanting to invite the police in on this little run-in?

“Didn’t you hear what I said? Things are not as they appear,” Blay said as if knowing what she was thinking. “There will be more of them. You need to get Qhuinn and John because they are the only ones who can help. Go. Now!” He pointed the way to the club as if the knowledge had been forgotten in the fray.

There was another second long delay before Eve cursed and took off. The guy was being bloody brainless not calling the cops. Then again, maybe it involved something illegal. It was probably some territorial thing where someone stepped on someone else’s turf. Just the sheer size of those guys was menacing alone. Of course they were thugs.

What the hell was wrong with her? Eve wanted to smack away the stupidity clogging up rational thought. A few moments of normalcy from one of them, and she forgets that these men were more than likely dangerous criminals.

Before she was able to get more than a block away, another of those ghostlike men slinked around the corner of a brick building and crouched down, ready to intercept her. He was thinner than his meatier counterpart, only a little taller than Eve herself. Eve nearly barreled into him. He went on a snatch and grab routine, roughly gripping her around the arm and pulling her to him.

“Get off me!” Eve wailed, flailing her free arm to slap at her attacker. His greasy fingers sunk into her flesh, squeezing her bones until they creaked under the pressure. A sweet miasma swirled in her nose, causing her eyes to water and want to cough up a lung as she struggled to get fresh air into her body.

“Little whore!” he spat viciously. “Bet you let those filthy animals fuck you. You deserve the same fate as them.” He began dragging her toward the alleyway that Blay and the other attackers must have disappeared in. Grunts and the smacking sound of flesh pounding flesh escaped its belly, the telltale signs that there was business being handled down there as well.

Eve needed to get out of this pasty bastard’s hold. She stopped her flapping like a demented bird, cocked her fist back, put all the strength she could into it, and hit the guy square in the nose. The crack was enough to cause his nose to gush blood. He groaned in pain, his hold on her going slack enough for her to break free. With him completely open because he was tending to his wounds, she kicked him between the legs. He yelped and fell to the dirty pavement, curling into a fetal position.

Eve didn’t stop there. She kicked him again, rolling the howling man over. She brought the spike of the heel on her foot straight down on his already injured groin. His eyes popped out of his head, flashing the whites wide, and his mouth opened in a silent scream of pure agony. While he was down, Eve crept over to where she had last seen Blay, forgetting all about fetching the two buddies of his.

Damn it, she though. I’m probably going to get caught up in some sort of drug feud or something and die. What if she did call the boys in blue? What would happen? Hmm. Easy, if they are a bunch of lowlife brigands. The outcome would be the same. She’d end up in a body bag for being a snitch instead of getting caught in the crossfire.

Eve slowed as she came to the mouth of the darkened construction site. The cacophony of fighting echoed in the otherwise still night air. It was like the world had come to a standstill, waiting for her to decide what to do. Taking a deep breath, she braced herself and peered around the corner to assess the situation.

A gasp clawed at her throat, wanting to get out from the sight before her. Two more of the pale-haired men had shown up. Blay had his back against the wall and was pinned by his two attackers. One of the men slammed his hand into the wall, sending something black skidding across the pavement in a series of clanks. It was so dark though that whatever it was couldn’t be made out by the weak lighting. The other one was working over Blay, sending quick, jabbing punches into his face and body over and over.

Blay’s face was a mess. It was swelling like he had just been stung by a hundred bees. Lacerations and bruises were blooming like hellish, painful flowers. Blood flowed out of his wounds in streams of red, dripping onto the green shirt he wore and staining it in suffering.

Behind that gruesome scene, the man that had been attacked earlier was lying in a tight coil on the ground. He was being kicked repeatedly in the ribs. Once he was totally motionless, the thug beating him began dragging him out of the alley. Small noises of distress echoed through the warm night, and no one seemed to notice this tiny massacre but her.

The one that was holding Blay’s wrist pulled a switchblade out of his pocket. With a swift flash of movement, the blade came out and buried into flesh. Blay choked in pain as he was stabbed in the shoulder.

Eve pressed her hand to her mouth to keep from crying out. She knew she had to do something other than sit there and be a bystander while two defenseless men were brutally attacked. A glint by her foot caught her eye. It was a forgotten stretch of steel pipe about two feet long. Trying not to make any noise, Eve bent down, plucked the thing up out of some weeds, and carefully placed her bag there for concealment; silence was the key here. Crouching low, she slowly stepped in the direction of the eye of the brutal, violent storm. The pale-haired men were so wrapped up in torturing Blay that they didn’t even notice her until it was too late.

Raising the pipe up high, she swung it down with all the strength her body had. Her heart was kicked into high gear and pumping her veins full of adrenaline to add a little more oomph to the blow. The crack to the back of the skull had Punches McFisty staggering, but he didn’t fall, instead, he turned toward her only to get a mouth full of steel as she sent it rocketing into his face. He tumbled backward then fell flat on his back, dark blood filling his mouth and choking him. The one holding Blay roughly shoved him to the ground. His red head connected with the concrete accompanied by a dull thud.

The ash blond brute soon had another knife in his hand, the blade gleaming with what little light filtered in from the city around them. Each step forward he made, Eve took a counter step backward to keep the distance between them. As she was taking another step away, her heel caught an uneven patch of cement and she went tumbling down on her ass, the pipe getting knocked loose and rolling out of her reach.

With that opening, he jumped on her taking her completely to the ground. Eve’s head bounced off the pavement, the impact hard enough to send her teeth rattling. With his knees he pinned her arms down to her sides and slipped the knife in the pocket of his black pants.

“Get off me, you fucker,” Eve spit out, struggling to get free from his hold. She kicked her legs wildly, bucking underneath the hulking weigh.

“I’m gonna enjoy killing you, bitch,” came his sadistic voice through clenched teeth. His fingers wrapped themselves around her throat, cutting of the air rushing in and out of her lungs. Eve panicked, her body jerking violently in protest at its abuse. One of her arms eventually got free, her hand fumbling around, looking for something to attack the force straddling her. When her fingertips grazed something cool, she immediately grabbed on to it.

Well, what do you know? That black thing that was knocked out of Blay’s hand turned out to be a gun. She pulled the firepower over to her. Her whole body was shaking badly but she managed to fumble around and get it within her grip. The safety was already off so she brought it between their bodies, pushed it into his chest, and pulled the trigger. The sound was deafeningly loud to Eve. A ringing buzz settled in her ears as the guy on top of her lost his grip around her neck then slumped against her. She greedily sucked fresh air into her burning lungs, coughing around the gasps and trying to relearn how to breathe properly. With the almost dead weight on top of her, it was nearly impossible.

Something cool and slick seeped in between them. Eve completely freaked out. Wasn’t blood supposed to be warm? The sweet smell of baby powder and death coated her nostrils in every minuscule inhale she took. What was with all the guys smelling like that? Her stomach rolled and pitched a fit as a bout of nausea overtook her. Turning her head to the side, she gagged and retched until spots floated in her vision.

Just when she thought her consciousness was going to take a vacation, the burden was heaved off her chest. Eve would have been relieved if her blurring vision wasn’t looking up into the face of another of the pale-haired men. Reacting purely on instinct, she trained the gun on him but a massive boot kicked it out of her hand. Pain echoed up her arm, ripping a low moan from Eve’s throat.

“If it isn’t a small fucking world,” she heard a voice from her past reply. But it couldn’t be. Where this man was fair of hair and skin, he had been dark. Sickness coiled in her belly just remembering his face.

A hand snaked out and twisted in her strands of black and silver hair, yanking painfully as she was cruelly hoisted from the ground and slammed against the brick wall. Concrete bit into the flesh of her back with tiny razor sharp teeth. The pasty face drew closer until it was a mere few inches from her face. It suddenly came into focus, the complete profile coming together like a sick nightmare.

Those cold, opaque eyes burning with pure evil and hatred; the very eyes her most heinous dreams were made up of, eyes that no matter how much she tried to forget always seemed to haunt her. And in those eyes she saw past the creepy blond hair to the malevolent monster lurking beneath the white skin, and she knew that monster. Eve’s body went completely rigid.

“Surprised to see me, Evey?” that icy voice purred evilly, pouring out like verbal poison. The breath of decay rushed forth, blowing across her face and causing her to gag. The trembling started in the base of her spine, then spread out to include the rest of the body. A familiar coldness crept into her flesh, seducing tiny bumps from their hiding places.

“You are all grown up now, but I’ll never forget these pretty purple eyes.” Well, wasn’t that something they had in common. He brought a blade just under the socket, running it underneath her lashes. “So beautiful when they are filled with terror,” he murmured softly like he was recalling a fond memory. For him, it probably was. “I am not as you knew me, and yet I am the same.” He ran the tip of the knife down her cheek, over a trembling chin, a swallowing throat, through the valley of cleavage, and rested on the swell of her left breast. “I can feel your fear, taste it even. It. Is. Divine.” He paused in his monologue, flicking his soulless gaze up and down her body.

“Do you remember what I told you the last time we were together? I’ll be with you…inside of you…forever. That seed of despair I planted within you will never die. It will only grow until you can’t stand the feel of your own flesh.”

The fear that had paralyzed her body snapped. “No,” she breathed almost inaudibly.

“What,” he said, he hold tightening on her.

“No!” she shouted, bringing her arms up and clawing at his face. Black blood wept from the cuts. He seemed unfazed by the scratches she tore down his face. If anything, it made him even angrier.

The hand in her hair twisted again, shockwaves of pain spread through her scalp. He wrenched her head back and stared into her eyes, pure hatred coming over him.

“You little bitch! It’s time I take care of you.” He jerked Eve’s head toward him and violently crushed their lips together. His rank tongue forced its way into her mouth and licked the inside. She choked on her screams of protest and the raw, putrid taste of the evil dead. It seemed like a lifetime before he came away from her.

He brought the knife up back to her face and placed the cold metal against her bruised lips. “You will away be my favorite.” The blade was dropped between them. A second later she felt it bite into her gut. A warm wetness followed its retreat. There was another slicing pain, and then…nothing. The black edges of the night folded in on her, the world spinning into chaos before everything stopped, and she welcomed the dark void and its liberating embrace.

~*~

By the time he was half way through his third beer, John tapped Qhuinn on the shoulder. It had been quite a few minutes since all hell had broken loose and not much had been said in that expanse of time. John had busied himself with reaching over the table and plucked up a napkin with scribbling on it. It was a simple drawing of Blay. He was looking away with a slight pout to his lips and a hunger in his eyes. He seemed to be longing for whatever he was looking at.

Blay should have been back by now, John signed, staring at the picture. Maybe we should go find him.

Qhuinn nodded, slammed back the last few swallows of his Corona then got out of the booth. The alcohol did nothing to soothe the flames of his anger. He was still seething over what Evelyn had said to him. She had called his card easily, and he was pissed about it. She didn’t even know him. She was a human for Christ’s sake, and even she knew he was defected. At least he could handle all the shit life had given him. He wasn’t the one who had tried to off himself because he couldn’t deal.

Trying to push her out of his mind, he focused on his friend. John was right. Blay should have been back by now. He was heated when he had taken off. So maybe he was outside cooling down and having a smoke. That was the one thing Qhuinn hated about the guy. Blay had picked up smoking recently, a disgusting little habit that he wished his friend would quit. At least he wouldn’t get cancer or emphysema because vampires were immune to such diseases.

With John leading the way, the two headed out of the club into the night. Qhuinn peered around looking for the familiar red hair. All he found were hyperactive bodies waiting to get into the club. Frowning, he started walking through the crowd. He and John drew the attentions of quite a few females but he ignored them. His best friend was more important than the promises of sex aimed his way.

John moved his hands in a quick secession of signs. Where do you think Blay went? You think he ran into trouble?

Qhuinn shook his head. “We gotta find him before some bad shit goes down.”

A light breezed carried down Trade bringing the smell of three types of blood with it: Vampire, human, and lesser. Too late, trouble had already arrived like an unexpected visit from an unwanted guest.

“Shit!” Qhuinn cursed, voicing the same thing he knew John was thinking. “Let’s go.” Both took off in a dead run, following the source of the scent on the wind. On the way, guns were palmed and the safeties popped. You never knew what you would run into. Qhuinn only prayed that they weren’t too late when they found Blay. Given the chance, the slayers wouldn’t hesitate to kill a vampire. If they could kill a vampire warrior, that was even better. The total eradication of the species was their sole goal and purpose.

The smell was the strongest in an alley next to an abandoned construction site. Discarded scaffolding crawled up the side of a gutted structure. Lying on the sidewalk next to a darkened building was a slayer, groaning softly. Qhuinn wasted no time stabbing the thing in the chest and back to its maker.

John and Qhuinn both stepped into the entrance of the lane at the same time. Even though the illumination was minimal, their eye sight was keen. The ragged forms that lay scattered before them were clear as day.

“Jesus Christ!” Qhuinn shouted, his booming voice echoing.

There was a lesser leaning over one of the downed bodies, a small female form. The strip of silvery white hair was a telltale sign of who it was. The pale haired bastard was pulling a knife from her body, the blade stained scarlet with blood. The slayer noticed them immediately and made a break for it. Before he could get too far, John and Qhuinn opened fire, catching the bastard in the shoulder. He yelled in pain, but kept shifting between debris and huge metal trash bins, taking away any clear shot the pair had.

Finding Blay was more important than chasing the fucker. Qhuinn just hoped he wasn’t among the fallen bodies, that he was safe and unharmed. The flash of familiar red hair nearly made his stomach roll.

“Blay!” he shouted, rushing over to the large crumpled form. John was quick on his heels.

Please let him be okay, Qhuinn thought. Please let us have gotten here on time.

They both leaned down and slowly rolled his body over. A moan slipped through bloody, cracked lips that were starting to swell. Relief washed over the two young males that their friend was at least still alive. The damage done to his body could still be extensive though. There was no way of knowing until he was officially checked over by their resident doctor, Jane.

“Blay, can you hear me?” Qhuinn asked. “We’re going to get you some help, buddy. Just hang in there, okay?” Qhuinn whipped out his cell phone with shaking hands and started dialing. He had to reach the Brotherhood and get pick-up for Blay stat. Vishous and Butch were on rotation tonight. Those two were probably the closest ones to come to their aid.

“What’s doing?” rumbled Vishous as soon as he picked up.

“We need pick up. It’s Blay…He’s….Shit! Lessers attacked him and a human female.” Qhuinn told him their location and hung up his cell. They were no doubt going to get their asses handed to them by the Brothers. They had let Blay get hurt because they hadn’t stuck together. To make matters worse, Evelyn – a human, no less – had somehow gotten caught in the fallout.

A flash of light flickered down the alley, followed by a sizzle. John had moved away and was extinguishing the two injured lessers that had been sprawled out, obviously incapacitated but not truly dead. They had to be pierced in their hollow chests with steel in order to send them back to the Omega, their maker. The other alternative, the one that there was no time for, was for Butch to inhale their essence into them and destroy them for good. He almost wished the lessers were in healthy fighting form just so he could kill them again for hurting his friend.

Blay moaned again and then his light blue orbs fluttered open, focusing on the male’s green and blue eyes. His lips started moving slowly but Qhuinn couldn’t make out what he was trying to say.

“What?” He leaned in closer to hear the barely audible tone leaking out of the battered maw.

“Is she…okay?” It came out more of a pained groan than anything else.

Mismatched eyes looked over to where Evelyn had fallen. A dark pool of blood was spreading beside her, reaching for the darkest corners of the night. The silvery shirt that had once matched her hair was now a morbid tie-dye of red and black. John leaned over the still body and pressed his fingers to her throat, checking for a sign of life. He grimly looked over at Qhuinn and nodded his head.

“She’s hurt but she’s alive,” he murmured, looking back down to his friend.

“She saved me,” Blay choked out. “Save her.” He closed his eyes as if keeping them open a moment longer was just too exhausting.

“How bad is she hurt?” Qhuinn asked. He could smell her blood, a lot of it. The coppery scent infused with the cloying sweetness of the slayers inky blood.

John peeled away the soaked shirt from Evelyn’s stomach. His eyes widened slightly as he was assessing her wounds. Stabbed twice, he mouthed. He took his shirt off and pressed it to the wounds on her belly, using pressure to stem the bleeding. Hopefully it would give her more time so they could find her some help.

Headlights flashed down the alley, the sound of a roaring engine resonated off the buildings surrounding them. Both Vishous and Butch were out of the vehicle before it came to a full stop. Qhuinn picked Blay up and headed for the Escalade to load him in, avoiding the eyes of the two Brothers. This was definitely going to get ugly.

“What the hell happened?” Butch snapped, going over with V to where John sat with Evelyn. He was still pressing down on the wounds when he shifted to look up at the two towering figures. He mouthed something and the cop shook his head.

“Lessers don’t normally attack with humans around. How the hell did this girl end up in the middle of this shit? What the fuck are we going to do with her?” Vishous interrogated, folding his arms over his chest and looking plenty pissed off.

Don’t know. Thought Blay was having a smoke. Went looking for him and found this. John had to move his lips slowly in order for them to make out everything he said.

Just then a ringing filled the silence in the alleyway, a jangling dissonance that momentarily disrupted the tension thickening the atmosphere.

Butch went looking for the source of the noise. It led him behind a dumpster. He found a shoulder bag obscured in a thick thatch of weeds. He held up his findings for the others to see what he had come across.

Hers, John mouthed. Qhuinn remembered the thing slung over Evelyn’s shoulder when she had stormed out of ZeroSum.

“We gotta leave her here. Call her own kind to come get her and take her to one of their hospitals. ” V moved in closer, taking the purse from his roommate. He started rifling through the contents, pulling out a wallet and looking through it.

“Holy shit! I know this girl, V.” Butch said, squatting beside her and brushed back the hair from her face. He inhaled sharply when he got a good look at her. “I recognize her from when I was still a cop. I can’t let her die. If we leave her who the hell knows what would happen. More lessers could show before help gets here. I couldn’t leave her to that fate.”

“Cop, what the fuck do you suggest we do then? And you better not suggest we take her in.”

Butch leaned in and scooped her up out of John’s hold. Evelyn’s arm fell lifelessly to the side. “We take her back with us. If she dies, we’ll just leave her somewhere to be found. Strip her memories clean if she makes it. Besides, no telling what the hell she seen here tonight that could implicate us. Suppose she makes it through and finger-points the boys.”

Vishous let out a few choice curse words that described the situation they were in perfectly then followed John and Butch. “Alright, we’ll take her. Wrath is going to have a fucking conniption fit, true. So you get to deal with him.

“Don’t worry about him. Let’s just get the hell outta here,” Butch said, loading her into the backseat of the SUV. Once settled, he resumed pressing the shirt to the knife wounds.

“How’s our boy back there?” V called out, slipping into the driver’s seat. The engine was in idle so they were off in a squeal of tires before you could even blink.

“Nothing too major that I see. His face is busted to hell, stab wound in the shoulder, maybe a little concussed, but he seems to be getting a little more coherent,” Qhuinn answered.

The trip down route 22 was a quiet but quick one. Doc Jane was waiting, ready to do her thing when they came into the PT room. V must have called her before they had been picked up. She directed them to one of the tables in the ER suite to set Evelyn on.

Blay and John had stayed back in the PT room just outside the makeshift emergency area. He was already doing a lot better. His words weren’t slurred, his eyes focusing better. Qhuinn would have to talk to him later about what had happened. No doubt Wrath would want to know everything that had went down. That was one damned conversation that none of the boys were going to look forward to. When Wrath was mad, you were lucky to come out the other side with all your parts in complete working order.

“What happened?” the doc asked, going right to work, checking vitals while the two doggen serving as nurses helped hook Evelyn up to the various medical machinery surrounding the bed.

“She was stabbed by a lesser,” Qhuinn explained, standing across the room out of the way of the doctor and her help.

“She’s human,” Jane said, sounding surprised as she checked Evelyn over. “Alright, you guys wait out in the other room while I work on her.” She grabbed a pair of surgical scissors and started cutting clothing away from the girl just as the Qhuinn and Butch shuffled out into the gym. They took a seat on the bleachers, letting silence eat away at the time.

Soon that quiet was disrupted by the sounds of heavy boots marching down the corridor. Qhuinn winced the closer they got. He already knew who it was before the mountain of a vampire appeared in the gym’s doorway, V close on his heels. The goateed vampire had left to tell the king about all the wonderful news of what had happened in the last half hour.

One didn’t need to be all too bright to know that Wrath, the Blind King of the vampire race was all kinds of pissed off. “I want to know why the fuck Blay was out by himself and why the hell there is an injured human girl on the compound.” He said human like it left a fowl, nasty taste in his mouth. Even though Wrath’s shellan was half human, he still despised Homo sapiens as a whole.

Qhuinn opened his mouth to start pouring out excuses, but Blaylock beat him to it.

“It was my fault, my lord. I met her at the club. She had to leave so I offered to walk her home. On the way to her apartment, there was civilian male getting attacked. I told her to leave, and she did. When I tried to fight the lesser, more showed and I was overwhelmed. I don’t know exactly why but she came back, took out the one working me over. The one that had a hold of me pushed me down. I hit my head and that was the last thing I remembered.”

“She saved you…from lessers,” Wrath said as if he didn’t quite believe what he was being told.

“Yeah, she took one out with a pipe. Don’t know about the others that were there.”

John started moving his arms. One was shot. The bullet came from Blay’s gun. I found it by the lesser.

“And where were the two of you?” Wrath demanded, his weak focus jumping between Qhuinn and John. “I told you to stick together, not for my health, yours. Since you can’t follow orders, consider yourselves off rotation.”

“For how long?” Qhuinn demanded. He didn’t want to stay in the mansion, twiddling his thumbs while there was action to be had. He needed something to take out his build-up of frustrations out. Sometimes sex wasn’t enough. He needed a release of the violent variety. Killing slayers was the perfect fucking vise for all his pent up aggression.

“Until I say.” And as far as the king was concerned, that was the end of discussion.

The door to the medical area opened, cutting off the rest of the conversation. Both Jane and the two doggen stepped out. There was blood smudged all over their scrubs. The look on all their faces was grave.

Qhuinn already knew before she even opened her mouth that the news was not good. Evelyn hadn’t made it through the surgery. She had died because of him, hadn’t she? If he had never pulled that shit with her, Evelyn would probably still be alive. The pain in his gut made it feel like someone had just socked him one good.

“She didn’t make it, guys. The incisions were deep. There was a nick in the aorta. The bleeding was too severe to stop in time. I’m sorry.” V put his arm around her, squeezing the doctor’s ghostly figure to his side. You could tell she was disappointed that she wasn’t able to save Evelyn. But sometimes things were out of your power to control. Qhuinn was sure she had done everything she could possibly do.

As everyone took in the news and figured out what to do with the body, a bright light appeared in the doorway, making even the bright florescent lights dim in comparison. The source of light was from the fallen angel, Lassiter.

Seven heads swiveled to face the too bright male. Through the glare you could see nearly waist length blond and black hair, a shrewd face covered in piercings. He had his arms crossed, a defensive stance as if he expected to encounter trouble.

“That blood all over you, there is something odd about it.” Those cool white eyes locked onto Doc Jane and her nurses, narrowing on the blood staining their clothing. Vishous followed the gaze and tightened his grip on his shellan.

“What the hell are you talking about?” Wrath snapped. His thick muscled arms were folded across his chest as well. The angel was not one of his favorite people to begin with, and not that he was already pissed off enough about tonight’s events, the king was even more agitated by him.

“Well, isn’t this ironic. For a bloodsucker, I’d expect you to be able to tell the difference.” Lassiter didn’t wait for a response and pushed past all the obstacles blocking the way to the medical room. No one tried to stop him as he barged through the entrance where Evelyn was, and a few moments later shut the door.

Qhuinn hopped up on the floor slowly followed by Blay.

“Hold it you two. Do not provoke him into anything. It’s not like he can do anymore harm to her,” Wrath said, holding out a thick arm to stop them from going to the ER suite.

Everyone looked were the angel had disappeared. The bright light surrounding him could be seen underneath the door. In the moments that followed the glow got brighter and brighter. The energy of power started rushing through the air, as if being sucked into a concentrated area.

“Do you all feel kind of strange?” Butch asked, his hand going to the cross hugging his neck.

“What the hell is angel boy doing in there?” Vishous asked, a frown turning down the corners of his lips. He was certainly feeling the strain like the rest of them.

“I don’t know but – “Wrath was cut off by the world tuning upside down. A blast of energy blew everyone over as tremor snaked up the Earth’s spine, rocking Caldwell, New York on its axis. Then time itself seemed to stop.
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