Vampyrrhic by Simon Clark

Author:Simon Clark [Clark, Simon]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Endeavour Venture
Published: 2015-09-08T04:00:00+00:00

6

‘The hospital’s just up there on the hillside,’ Bernice said as she turned off the main road and followed a lane that snaked uphill. ‘Warm enough?’ she asked, her fingers resting on the fan switch.

‘Uh? Yes, fine. Sorry, I was miles away,’ David said with a smile.

She smiled back, feeling a sudden intimacy with him there alone in the car. My God, she thought, why aren’t we riding out into the countryside under different circumstances?

Not this grim drive up to the hospital, not knowing if his uncle is alive or dead.

The night seemed intensely dark, she thought, somehow darker than normal. The street lights appeared to have difficulty in casting their orange glow more than a few miserable paces.

They were now driving uphill, the lane flanked by houses, all in darkness, their occupants deeply asleep and oblivious to the fun and games at the Station Hotel tonight, she thought.

All except one. There stood a semi with a bedroom light lit. A second later the door opened, casting a block of yellow light onto a front-garden lawn.

Jill Morrow recognized the sound of her husband’s knock on the front door — a furtive apology of a knock made by a weak-as-water man; she opened it straight away.

Would he pay for this!

She’d wring the money and domestic chores out of him until he bleated.

‘Jason,’ she hissed, seeing him straightaway as he hung back in the shadows. ‘Do you think I can’t see you hiding there?’

He didn’t reply.

The breeze blew, opening the split of her cotton dressing gown and sending an icy draught up her bare legs as far as her waist.

‘Jason. You better have a damn’ good reason why you didn’t come home last night, or you’ll never come through this door ever again.’

‘Jill,’ her husband’s voice was low, whispery. ‘Let me in. I’m cold.’

The voice sent a shiver down inside her stomach.

‘What’s your excuse this time? And what have you done with the car?’

‘Jill…love…let me in, please. I’m cold.’

His voice sounded so familiar, yet so different. That whispery quality sent a shiver — a sensual, erotic shiver — deep down inside her. It made her conscious of the cool breeze round her bare legs, and the slight, almost tickling, friction of her T-shirt across the tips of her breasts. She folded her arms in front of her, aware her nipples were hardening and rising.

The pressure of her dressing-gown collar at the base of her neck became a caress. She shivered again. Her anger ebbed away. In place of that vanishing anger she now felt a sultry warmth. She wanted to see her husband again.

He’s been gone too long, she thought. I want to run my fingers through his hair; just like I did when we were courting; I want to see his cute habit of rubbing the nub of bone above his eyebrow; that sexy smile.

‘Jill. Aren’t you going to ask me inside?’

His voice was warm, pleasant and deeply, deeply loving. The sound of it made her skin feel so exquisitely sensitive. The breeze moved each hair on her legs.

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