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She was able to turn her head toward the sound of the chairs, saw the three women rising as one unit, toss money on the table and walk in sudden eerie silence toward the entrance. Alexandria wanted to scream at the women to come back.

She had no idea why, but she actually opened her mouth to do so. Her throat closed and she fought for air. She was ashen, tiny beads of perspiration dampening her forehead. Ivan, I've got to leave. Her mind felt sluggish and thick as if some oily substance contaminated with evil still clung to her. Her stomach rolled at such close proximity to total depravity. Alexandria jerked her arm from Ivan's touch, her only thought to get to Joshua. Whatever the evil thing was, whatever creature was stalking the night, those women, Henry and Joshua were in grave danger.

It was outside. Out back. She could feel its presence like a dark stain on her soul. She turned and ran, uncaring of the curious stares or Ivan's bewilderment. She tripped on the stairs, caught the hem of her skirt and heard the rip. Pain and terror sliced through her.

Her chest felt as if it exploded, her heart torn and bleeding. It was so real she clutched her chest and stared down at her hands, expecting to see blood running freely. Someone else's blood, someone was hurt or worse. Alexandria bit her lower lip hard enough to break the skin. That pain was real and it was only hers. It enabled her to focus, to keep running. Whatever creature was stalking the grounds had made a kill. She could smell the blood now, was experiencing the lingering vibrations, an aftermath of violence.

She prayed it wasn't Joshua. Sobbing, she flung herself on the narrow path winding around the large building. She couldn't lose Joshua. Why had she left him alone with only an elderly man to watch out for him?

She became aware of the fog then. Thick, like soup. It hung in the trees like an eerie white wall. She couldn't see a foot in front of her. It even felt thick like she was wading through quicksand.

When she tried to pull air into her lungs, she found it nearly impossible. Alexandria wanted to scream for Joshua, but some deep intuition kept her silent. Whoever the madman was, he enjoyed the pain and terror of others. That was his rush, his one high. She could not indulge his macabre tastes. Feeling her way carefully through the trees she literally stumbled over a body.

Leaning close she realized the corpse was far too big. Cold and motionless he lay in a pathetic heap, tossed aside like so much garbage. Horror rose as she caught a glimpse of his mangled chest.

His heart was literally torn out, lay exposed and still. Alexandria scrambled away, knelt and was violently sick over and over. There were ragged wounds on Henry's neck, wounds like an animal might make.

Taunting laughter filled her mind. Alexandria wiped at her mouth with the back of her hand. The sick madman was not getting Joshua. Determined, she moved instinctively forward toward the cliffs. Waves crashing loudly against jagged rocks below and the wind rushing through the trees made it impossible to hear anything.

Without sight or hearing, Alexandria moved steadily forward, every instinct drawing her toward the demented killer. She had the impression he knew she was coming, that he was waiting. She was also certain he falsely believed he was controlling her, that he was an all powerful being deliberately commanding her to come to him. Despite the strong wind the fog remained heavy, yet now, through the thickness, she caught glimpses of a horror story unfolding.

Three women, vaguely familiar from the restaurant, were inching their way toward the cliffs. The women had been at the table to her right, they left just before she had. Alexandria could tell they were in some kind of hypnotic trance. They were staring rapturously up at the man silhouetted on the cliff's edge.

He was tall and slender but gave the impression of great strength and power. His face was beautiful, like an Adonis, his hair shoulder length and wavy. When he smiled his teeth were very white. Like a predator's. The moment the thought entered her head the illusion was gone and Alexandria saw the bright blood on his hands. It stained his teeth and chin. The welcoming smile was a grimace exposing vicious fangs. His attention was on the women, his eyes, black pitted holes, glowed a feral red in the darkness.

They were smiling, simpering, reaching out to him. As the women moved closer he raised his hand and pointed to the ground. Obediently the three dropped to their knees, crawled sensuously forward, writhing and moaning, tearing at their clothing. The fog covered the obscene display for a moment and when it was clear again she could see one of the women had reached the man and was winding herself around his knees.

She ripped away her blouse, deliberately exposing her breasts, touching herself suggestively, rubbing herself against the man's body, begging and pleading for him to take her, use her. A second woman reached the cliff's edge and clung to his waist, staring up provocatively. Alexandria wanted to turn away from the horror of what was to come, but she caught sight of Joshua walking slowly toward the man. He didn't seem to notice the women.

He looked neither right nor left, just walked forward as if in a dream state. A trance. A hypnotic trance. Alexandria's heart slammed against her chest. Somehow this killer had hypnotized the women and Joshua. They answered his bidding like mindless sheep. Her brain was trying to analyze how he had accomplished such a feat even as she hurried to intercept Joshua before he could reach the monster. Fortunately, Joshua was moving very slowly, almost as though he was being pulled reluctantly forward.

Although the swirling thick veil of fog hid her, she felt the impact of those hostile, unearthly eyes as the man swung his head around toward her. He seemed to undulate his neck like a reptile. She could clearly see the red shine as he examined her, even through the thickness of the fog. Moth wings beat at her skull, the shards of glass pierced her over and over. The soft, seductive voice murmured insistently in her head. Alexandria focused her attention on reaching Joshua. She kept her chin up and ignored the pain throbbing in her head.

She would not give him the satisfaction of knowing he was hurting her. Her hand caught at Joshua's shirt just as his speed began to accelerate. His feet continued forward, but she planted herself and held him still. Wrapping her arms around the child, she faced the monster, not more than fifteen feet from her.

He was on the very edge of the cliff, the women fawning on him, purring and begging for his attention. He appeared not to notice them, his entire being concentrating on her. He smiled at her, a baring of fangs. Alexandria shuddered at the sight of so much blood. Henry's blood. This madman had killed him. She could feel his voice right through her body, pulling at her to do his bidding. She blinked rapidly to keep the dark stains on his hands, coating the long, dagger-like fingernails in focus.

She stared at the talons and the voice lost its beauty and took on a harsh, quarrelsome ugliness. Leave us alone. I'm taking Joshua with me, you can't have him. But she felt it, her spine stiffening, her blue eyes blazing defiance. Absently one of his obscene hands caressed the woman rubbing at his waist with her cheek. They want me, they adore me. Joshua resisted her effort.

She tightened her arms to prevent his forward movement. When she dragged him a step backward, he began to thrash around forcing her to stop. The monster on the cliff raised an eyebrow. I wish you to die for me. To Alexandria's horror, the woman licked his outstretched hand, simpering and fawning she crawled passed him. Furious Alexandria glared at the man. What was that supposed to prove? After all, what are these women? The vivid sketches she had drawn depicting Thomas Ivan's horror novels sprang to life before her eyes.

He feasted on the blood spilling down the woman's throat, then tossed her aside, over the cliff, as if she was nothing but an empty shell he found on the beach. Deliberately he ran his thick, obscene tongue over his blood-smeared lips in a grotesque display. Alexandria found herself murmuring a prayer, a chant over and over beneath her breath. Whatever this creature was, he was a dangerous killer and insane beyond imagination.

She took a firmer grip on Joshua and lifted him from his feet. He kicked at her and fought, made little growling noises and snapped his teeth at her. Alexandria managed to clear two more feet backward before she was forced to put him down. He remained still as long as she wasn't moving away from his objective. The monster raised his head again, licked his fingers and smiled hideously. They will do anything for me. They adore me. Don't you, pet? Instantly she wrapped herself around him, rubbing suggestively, touching and caressing him.

His hand fondled her neck. You are the one I have been seeking to join with me. You've made her a puppet. She has no mind of her own. Is that what you call power? A low, deadly hiss escaped the monster's mouth, but he continued to smile at her.

This one is useless, is she not? The crack was audible and seemed to vibrate right through Alexandria's body. She was shaking so much her teeth were chattering. The monster casually dangled the woman's broken body over the cliff's edge. She hung there like a rag doll, her neck at a peculiar angle, a once beautiful woman, now an empty, lifeless shell.

The monster discarded her by merely opening his hand, allowing her to fall into the water waiting so greedily. Alexandria shook her head. You are the one. I have searched the world for one such as you.

You must come to me of your own free will. Alexandria tried a step backward, but Joshua erupted into a growling frenzy, kicking and biting. She stopped again and took a firmer grip so that there was no chance that he would escape. I can't do anything for you. The restaurant was patrolled regularly by a security company.