Hell Blade by Peter Meredith

Author:Peter Meredith [Meredith, Peter]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2011-12-19T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 19

Talitha

Talitha felt the excitement building in her chest and it was with the greatest effort that she put a lid on it. Though it didn't quite work—a part of her was eager and the car ride couldn't go fast enough for her liking.

"You should be the one driving, Will," she commented. Her brother could drive like a bat out of hell when he needed to...or when he was forced to. She could make him drive. There was that option. The idea just popped into her head, fully formed, complete with visuals of her using her right elbow to crush...

"Stop it!" she hissed the words under her breath. Only she couldn't stop it. There was a part of her that was beyond her ability, or in fact, beyond her desire to control anymore. Her other personality, her other self...soon to be her only self had begun to lust for the pain that they each knew was coming. The four gangbangers back in Maine had all died far too quickly. It wasn't their fault, she blamed herself and her brother. His was supposed to have been the slow death, only he had started in with his dull stories and she had quite forgotten herself. Next time...

"Abe, can you please roll down the window?" she asked with a hint of desperation. "I need some air." In the back seat of a Ford Taurus, Talitha rode sandwiched between the leader of the unit and her brother.

The slim soldier gave her a long look as if unsure of her motives before replying with a tight smile, "Sure thing, Miss Jern." Without taking his eyes from her, he rolled down the window.

The desert air helped. It flowed over her open senses and she breathed in a thousand fragrances. There was more to the barren wasteland that most people realized, and she could smell the many animals hiding in and around the scrub. Even the scant vegetation was more varied than it appeared and in minutes she categorized thirteen native plants, though she knew not their names. And then there were the people. They were out there. Or perhaps they had been. She caught traces of human aromas: sweat, musk, sex, blood.

"Do you mind?" Abraham asked practically in her ear. Only then did she notice that she had leaned over to get closer to the window and was almost in his lap. He wore a strained look.

"Oh, sorry." Talitha retreated back to the middle and now her leg began jiggling again. Faster and faster, and she let it go. To try to stop it would be to have to deal with the reasons why it was going in the first place: fear and excitement. Though it was mostly excitement, there was so much blood to be had. She had been born in blood. There was so many screams to pull from so many throats. She had been born to the sound of screams. Misery was her reason for existence...her purpose. Pain was pleasure, and cruelty, her love.

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