Bitten by Vick Tristan

Author:Vick, Tristan [Vick, Tristan]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Hungry Mouth Publications
Published: 2012-05-21T18:30:00+00:00

Clacking her fingernails on the counter top, Alyssa looked up at the clock on the hospital wall. The hands seemed to tick by at a snail’s pace. She knew she couldn’t stall forever, but the problem was that she wasn’t so sure that Jamal Treslan would like her verdict. Her results had been less than satisfactory. His daughter no longer existed. That was for certain. Proof of it was in the fact that the little black eyed child sat up in the bed growling at Alyssa like a wild beast.

“What’s the verdict?” Treslan’s deep voice boomed as he stepped up behind her. Alyssa startled in fright. She hadn’t heard Treslan come into the room and now he was standing directly over her shoulder, like a looming old schoolmarm. But she knew if she told him the truth he’d either put her back in the blood bank or worse. All she could think to do was stall. “I need to run just one more test, and I should have real answers for you then.”

“Another test?” Treslan said with a less than enthusiastic smile.

“It’s the final one. I promise.”

Waving his hand, he barked, “You have one hour!” Clasping his wrists behind his back, he spun around and stormed off.

Alyssa sighed with relief. The only problem was, she had already tried everything she could think of. The simple truth of the matter was: this girl was a mindless zombie. End of discussion.

Fighting the restraints and squirming on the table, the little black-eyed beast growled at Alyssa like a mad dog. Whatever humanity she once had, whatever innocence there once was, it was all lost now. But Treslan was haunted by the ghost of the memory of his daughter. The memory of a laughing, happy, little girl. It was her spirit that he wanted to put back inside this hollow, mindless, creature. For the life of him, he could not let his Dahlia go.

Alyssa paced the floor. Feeling a chill, she put on a white medical coat she found hanging on the back of a nearby chair. The nametag read: Boyles, M.D. Whoever that may have been. Alyssa knew that couldn’t stay in this place any longer. It was too dangerous. She had to escape. Reaching over she grabbed a surgeon’s scalpel off the table and tucked it into the sleeve of the white medical coat she found lying over the back of one of the chairs.

Before she knew it, the hour had crawled by, and the doors swung opened and Treslan marched in with two guards following close behind him. They were armed with Uzis. It was probably the only gun Alyssa knew by name.

“What are your results? Will my daughter get better?”

Alyssa didn’t much care for the way he phrased the question. Apparently not getting better wasn’t an option. Looking at him with sad eyes, she spoke in a comforting tone. The kind one uses when consoling a dear friend after a loved one passes. “I’m afraid there’s nothing more we can do for her.

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