My hands clenched the c<
The animal turned, its old dark body full of luxurious power, and
stalked me.
It crossed the beam of light. I saw the tongue slide along its chops.
Its mouth was bright with blood. I saw the calm assured ness in every
move.
When the easy trot began, I turned and ran.
It was ludicrous, impossible.
Just as impossible not to try.
I ran for the column.
He caught me high on the calf and I went down. The pitchfork tumbled
from my hands. I felt the fangs go through me almost painlessly, like
razors through soft butter. There was a moment of shrieking terror.
Then my head slammed hard against damp, slimy rock. I saw something
move far away in front of me, against the farthest wall.
I heard laughter. Female laughter.
It was not Casey's. It was old and clogged and choking.
And then I felt nothing at all.
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