Paranormal romance novel. Contains: nudity, sexual themes, violence/gore and strong language. (13+) Download and read for FREE (PDF)
A bolt of lightning flashed from the highest sky, exploding the dusk for a moment. The thunderstorm brought all its wild rage upon a small gray sedan, moving along an empty city street.
'What a night!' the man, driving his family home, thought, worried. 'Dark as in the Devilís stomach...'
He glanced at his wife, sitting next to him, thenóin the rearview mirror, checking out his baby daughter, fastened into her childís seat, in the back.
"Momma... tired!" The little girl, yawned, trying to stay awake. She craned her neck in order to look out the window. She adored thunderstorms and neverliked to miss them.
"Awww, did you enjoy your birthday party, lil' Martha?" the mother asked, turning back.
She smiled as her child nodded and slowly drifted off to sleep. Her husband wasn't so calm. The streams of heavy rain limited his view, and the wipers were almost useless.
'Driving under the sea would be easier', he mused, concentrating all his attention on the road.
His wife touched his arm. "You're doing fine, honey."
A luxurious black car, dark as midnight, was moving in the opposite direction.
Wearing posh clothes, a slim man in his twenties was driving it recklessly.
"Mr. Noirson, sir," sitting on the front seat, his companion, warned him. "Even humans know the ruleódonít drink and drive!"
"You're right, Roger!" The younger man laughed. "Humans."
"Oh dear me!" Roger rolled his eyes. "But your human body is under the influence now! Damn! We almost hit the bus! Let me drive for Satan's sake!"
"Don't use the name of my Father in the same breath as a swear word!" The driver guffawed again. "The Third Commandmentólet me remind you!"
"'Thou shalt not take the name of the Lord in vain,' you mean, eh?" Roger's attractive lips curved into a weird, blood-chilling smirk. "And let me remind you, My Lord, that Your Father arranged me to watch after you, and in the situation, like this, you have to listen to me!"
"Come on, Roger, Iím fine!"
"Yeah!" A pretty young woman in a tiny black cocktail dress reached out to the driver from the back seat.
"Leave my sweet Robertino alone!" She massaged his slender shoulders, and Robert tilted his head back, enjoying. He was looking forward to arriving and watching her little hands work their magic elsewhere...
...The lights of the closing vehicles crossed, like duel rapiers, blinding the man in the family sedan. In both cars, the women screamed, and the drivers hit the brake pedals at once.
Slipping on the wet surface, the cars had no time even to slow down. The impact threw the young woman from the back seat, and she smashed her face against the front window. It was a sickening thud, but that was just the beginning of her fate. The rest of her body followed it, twisting like a rag doll.
Bulletproofed for an outside attack, the windshield had been designed for easy access from inside, and the woman fell out onto the hood in a fountain of fragments of broken glass. She rolled down and the vehicle slightly jumped, running over her body.
Akin to a killer whale, gnawing on a dolphin, the black car hit the unfortunate sedan, pushing into it with its huge mass, squashing it almost in half.
The roof of the family car was lower than another one had, and now it thrust inside the vehicle, and the cross, dangling on the rearview mirror, was swinging between Robert and his companion.
The vehicles finally stopped, and, swearing, the two rushed out as if someone splashed boiling water all over them.
Outside they looked at each other, and Robert managed a confused smile.
His companion cast a few quick glances around.
"No witnesses and no police at least," he said coldly. He pointed to the dead woman. "Go ahead!"
"If I do it, I won't have any power for everything else!" the young man tried to argue.
Roger did not avert his eyes, Robert did.
Quietly cursing, he closed to the woman, and touched her. She sat up at once, and looked about with horror. "What happened?"
"Shut up, and do what I'll tell you," Robert told her gloomily. He helped her up, and led to the cars.
"Get it off," he ordered, pointing the cross. The woman obeyed. Robert glared at her so she hurled the cross away as far as she could.
Roger smiled. "Nice job, sir."
Not answering the mock, Robert returned to the car, and drove back a little bit. Clenched together, the vehicles didn't separate.
"Damn you, Roger!" Robert shouted. "Hold that bloody car!"
"I can't," his companion replied calmly. "There are two more crucifixes inside."
Robert spat, and got out again. He was thinking for a while. The rain stopped, and clouds were gone, showing the moon, spying at the scene with indifference.
"I liked this car," Robert said with a sigh. "Oh well, let's just set it on fire, and go home."
"There's a child inside." His companion pointed at the family sedan.
"Alive?" Robert wondered. "Roger, I'm not human, I can't kill an innocent one!"
"Me either," came the cold response.
Robert drew closer, and peeked in. The little girl was still sitting in her seat.
The head of her parents were at each side of her, but the child couldn't understand the meaning of that.
She tugged at her mother's ringlets then stroked her fatherís blond hair.
Robert and his companion watched in unbelieving, as she reached out to him, and took a cross that her father was wearing around his neck then put it onto herself.
"Mom, looky me!" she said happily.
"Very impressive," Robert dropped coldly. He addressed to his woman, "Get the girl out!"
"Come here, little one!" The woman tried to fulfill the order. She unfastened the child, but when she took the girl into her arms, the baby started to wail, scratch and even bite.
'What a monster!' the woman thought, struggling to hold the girl. She felt as if she was handling a wild porcupine.
Vexed, Robert looked around; on the empty street, the childís voice sounded louder than any siren could.
"Do something!" he shouted, stomping his foot.
"I know!" Roger said and, with a smile, quickly took the child's safety seat out and the woman strapped the baby in. "That way, we'll be safe from her," he added, half joking.
Martha still cried, but now, it was slightly easier to carry her even if she shook from side to side, trying to make them let go.
The woman and Robert ran away, leaving Roger to finish his task.
"Mama! Dada!" the child called, looking back at the car.
Soon after, an explosion was heard. The blazing flames from behind lit the dark street for a little while.
"All done." Roger joined them again.
"Look, that sound woke someone up in that church over there! I see lights!" the woman, carrying Martha, said panting, "Let's leave her here."
"Can't we get her to the police station or something?" Robert asked, grimacing.
"No, this church is the only option we have..." Roger sighed, frowning. "It's pretty far from anything else! We've got no choice."
"Oh well... Hurry up or the people in the church will see us!" Robert commanded.
The woman placed the seat on the steps and all three adults disappeared in the darkness of the passage between the buildings.
Robert was having breakfast, when Roger threw a newspaper in front of him, pointing at one of the articles.
"The only survivor... Martha Kovalskaia..." Robert read aloud, his look ran over the text. "Blah-blah-blahÖ You see, not a word about us!"
"Oh dear me," Roger replied, rolling his eyes. "But nobody can predict how our actions can affect the future."
"Uh-huh," Robert answered, not listening. Another news column took his attention.