Wilson, F. Paul - Midnight Mass by Wilson F. Paul

Author:Wilson, F. Paul [Wilson, F. Paul]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, General, Horror, New York (N.Y.), Horror fiction, New Jersey, Vampires, Rabbis, Clergy
ISBN: 9780765346346
Publisher: Macmillan
Published: 2005-11-01T04:00:00+00:00

Gregor staggered to his feet and started for the door. Once he was outside in the night air he’d feel better, he’d regain some of his strength.

CAROLE …

In the basement Sister Carole huddled under the mattress and stretched her arm upward. Her fingers found a string that ran the length of the basement to a hole in one of the floorboards above, ran through that hole and into the pantry in the main hall where it was tied to the handle of an empty teacup that sat on the edge of the bottom shelf. She tugged on the string and the teacup fell. Sister Carole heard it shatter and snuggled deeper under her mattress.

GREGOR …

What?

Gregor spun at the noise. There. Behind that door. She was hiding in that closet. She’d knocked something off a shelf in there. He’d heard her. He had her now.

Gregor knew he was hurt—maimed—but even with one hand he could easily handle a dozen cattle like her. He didn’t want to wait, didn’t want to go back to Olivia without something to show for the night. And the cow was so close now. Bight behind that door.

He reached out with his good hand and yanked it open.

Gregor saw everything with crystal clarity then, and understood everything as it happened.

He saw the string attached to the inside of the door, saw it tighten and pull the little wedge of wood from between the jaws of the clothespin that was tacked to the third shelf. He saw the two wires—one wrapped around the upper jaw and leading back to a dry cell battery, the other wrapped around the lower and leading to a row of wax-coated cylinders standing on that third shelf like a collection of lumpy, squat candles with firecracker-thick wicks. As the wired jaws of the clothespin snapped closed, he saw a tiny spark leap the narrowing gap.

Gregor’s universe exploded.

LACEY …

Lacey had been conscious for a while but kept her eyes closed, daring every so often to split her lids for a peek. It had taken all her reserve to keep from screaming when that bloodsucker had splashed a bucket of water on her.

At least they’d kept that Vichy broad, the one from under the boardwalk, from getting to her. Lacey didn’t think she could handle any more pain.

She hurt. .. oh, how she hurt. Everywhere. In places and in ways she’d never imagined she could hurt. She didn’t remember the details, but she knew those three Vichy must have worked her over good. Raped her every possible way.

Lacey ground her teeth. Goddamn human animals … male human animals, using their dicks as weapons.

Then she remembered Enrico. They’d used a knife on him. Maybe he was the lucky one. He’d gone quickly. She’d been brought here to be someone’s meal. After she was drained they’d rip off her head and toss her body on a pile somewhere to rot. But that was better than becoming one of them.

But why were they trying to wake her? They didn’t need her conscious to drain her blood.

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