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The Caleb that had just
came in ran at the other one, grabbing him by the throat with both hands. The
other Caleb tried to wrest himself free, grabbing the other’s wrists.
“What’s happening? Who
of you is my real dad?”
The attacked Caleb kicked
the other one between the legs, making him pant for air. He followed that up
with a haymaker punch that floored his opponent.
“Obviously I am. Did you
see that maniac attack me?”
Glory took a few steps
back. “I… I’m not sure.”
“Take it easy sweetie.
That asshole there must be the skinwalker. But he’s down for the count now. Let’s
get him tied up.”
Glory kept stepping back,
eyes on Caleb. “I don’t have any rope.”
“You’re cowboys aren’t you?
You must have some rope here,” the Caleb said.
“You’re? Not we?” Glory
noted.
“Well shit, you fucking
bitch!” the Caleb said and lunged at Glory. As he did his arms seemed to elongate,
his face changing, stretching into what looked like a snout. Hair started to grow
all over his body as his clothing started to rip.
Glory had managed to
reach the reason she was taking those steps back. The knife block! She drew the
largest kitchen knife from it and slashed at the thing attacking her. The knife
cut through the creature’s forearm, drawing blood. However, the wound closed a quickly
as it had appeared.
The knife in front of
her, trying to find as much protection as she could from it she stood with her back
against the kitchen counter. “What do you want from me?”
“That’s easy,” the
skinwalker told her. His voice sounded more like a snarl. “I want you. I have
been alone for so long. I have watched you with so much desire. Now you finally
have the right age. I want you to marry me. I can look like anyone you want me
to, isn’t that perfect?”
As he said those words
the hair receded, the snout grew back in a human mouth. Before Glory’s amazed
eyes he changed into the boy.
“No… No…” she whimpered.
“Too young? Okay.” The skin
of his face started to stretch, darken, harden. Then she was looking at Michael
Blackcrow. “Better?”
Then Glory started to
cry. “Oh my god, don’t you understand? I will never marry you.”
The skinwalker’s face
started to change again. “Is this better? This is how I’ve been observing you
most of the time during your youth.” He’d changed into Robert Moreno.
“No! No! Have you been
him all that time?”
“Well. Ever since I
killed him and impersonated him, yes. We’re meant to be together, Glory. I’m
sure of it.”
“No! I’d rather die than be
with you,” Glory said. The thought of that thing touching her made her sick.
The thought that all those years that thing had been hiding underneath Robert
Moreno’s skin was almost too much to bear.
The skinwalker came
closer. “That could also be arranged.”
Glory made a stabbing
motion at the skinwalker but he reacted with incredible, animalistic speed. He
grabbed her by the wrist, twisted it. Glory winced. The knife fell on the floor.
“No… Please no…” Glory
pleaded.
One hand of the
skinwalker starter to grow into a hair claw. One claw ran across her cheek,
down neck to her breasts. Then, with just one claw he ripped open her nightgown,
exposing her naked body.
“Yesssss…. So good. So
young. So beautiful…” The skinwalker almost drooled. His eyes were only on her
nakedness. That’s when Glory saw her chance.
“No!” Glory screamed and
rammed another kitchen knife, which she’d managed to grab while the creature
was lusting over her, righ into his throat.
Blood spurted from his
throat, showering her body with blood. She twisted the knife, screaming, “Die!
Die you fucking monster!”
The skinwalker hit her
with backhanded slap so powerful she was knocked against the kitchen counter.
Her head hit a cupboard above the counter and Glory felt all her strength leave
her body as the world started to become hazy. She tried to stay upright against
the counter but her legs were like rubber.
The skinwalker caught
her before she fell. Robert’s face grew large fangs, an inhuman tongue flicking
out as the skinwalker said, “Oh yes… You are mine, Glory…”
