Lee Cushing by From the Darkness

Lee Cushing by From the Darkness

Author:From the Darkness [Darkness, From the]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 2012-06-03T21:10:09+00:00


him in an instant. He grasped Alec’s shoulders and held him

back, the stake just beyond the reach of Alec’s fingers. He flung Alec against the wall and picked up the stake. He pressed it

firmly against Alec’s throat, smiling as a small trickle of blood oozed down the skin. “You’re as stupid as that bitch who tried hunting me.” The point dug deeper into Alec’s throat, “Close

your eyes, Doctor. I’ll be generous and make it quick.” Alec closed his eyes as he heard the police sirens getting closer from outside. A moment later, he felt the stake being thrust into his hand and opened his eyes. Daguerre was standing by the window

as he looked back, “I lied.” The sound of the door being smashed open distracted Alec. When he looked back at the window,

Daguerre was gone. The next thing he knew was that he was

surrounded by police and the bodies. He looked down at the

blood covered stake in his hand and couldn’t stop himself from

laughing. THE PENANGGALAN The incessant ringing of the

telephone disturbing her shower, Louise Bromley hastily wrapped the towel around her body and hurried down the stairs into the

hall, her blue eyes half closed wearily after such a long day. She answered the phone promptly as she reached the bottom of the

stairs, her wet brown hair hanging loosely over her shoulders.

“Doctor Bromley.” A faint, panic-stricken voice hurried replied over the receiver, “It’s Bruce over at the White Lion, there’s been an incident.” Half-heartedly nodding, Louise glanced at the clock on the wall. It was almost after midnight. She thought about the sweet relaxation of her soft bed and forced herself to reconsider, figuring it was some routine matter that could be solved in a few minutes. “Fine, I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.” Dropping the phone, she staggered into the kitchen and turned on the tap.

Splashing her face with cold water, she shook herself awake and cleared her hazy mind as best she could. Driving across the small

bridge over the canal running along the edge of the village,

Louise headed through the long street and parked her Land rover outside the quiet country pub. The main bar was reeking of

cigarette smoke as she entered, a pack of farmers were bunched

together at one end of the room talking loudly. Passing them, she saw the local police constable standing by the flight of stairs leading to the guestrooms on the first floor. The look on his face made her reconsider her simple accident theory. Bruce Hawks

ran his hand through his crop of blond hair. He spoke with a

soothing Irish accent, his voice barely more than a whisper. “You better take a gander upstairs.” The heavy smoke bringing back her overdue desire for sleep, Louise started getting impatiently.

“This had better be life or death.” She saw him stop halfway up the stairs. It was unnerving that he wasn’t being his usual

talkative self. Following him to one of the guest rooms, she

watched him glance around the small hallway before opening the

door. Ushering her inside, he quickly closed the door to prevent anyone from seeing inside.



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