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do to keep from dying. Because he's one of us." Her head shot forward and her fangs punched into the pale little girl's flesh.
Jon swallowed several times to keep from throwing up and closed his eyes, but he had to watch; he couldn't believe what he was
seeing.
Blood oozed from under the creature's mouth and dribbled over the girl's neck; the girl didn't move, just stared blankly upward, mouth
open, chest hitching. The creature's entire body moved fluidly as her mouth sucked. Her hands wriggled over the girl's body, stroking
her face and hair and arms and--the creature froze. Stiffened. She lifted her head slowly, mouth open and dripping the girl's blood.
Her eyes rolled lazily and her hands closed into fists as she sat up suddenly, holding the girl tightly in her arms. Her eyes were wide,
mouth gaping, and then---she screamed. Her wings lifted and spread with a great rush of wind. Her scream cut through the air like a
dull razor, growing louder and louder as she rose jerkily, her body writhing, and she turned, arms rising above her head as her
scream became even louder and more piercing and--the little girl began to scream, too, her voice mixing with the awful squall as the
creature turned and-- --dove toward the back of the trailer, scream rising, and slammed through the closed doors, wings spreading
even further once she was outside and airborne. Her scream faded into the night as her wings carried her away with great leathery
flapping sounds.
The two young women in the trailer pressed their backs to the wall, one standing straight, the other hunkered in a squat. They stared
at the open doors with fearful eyes, trembling, the blond wringing her hands as she stood, the girl in the ski cap not moving at all. They
seemed not to notice Jon at all.
Jon stood slowly, staring at the two women one more time. They were still staring at the open doors. He turned and headed quickly
out of the trailer, running into the darkness.
An instant later, the two girls exchanged a confused glance, the blonde hissed, "Shit!" and they both jumped out of the trailer after the
boy...
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CHAPTER 16
At the very moment Jon dashed from the open trailer, Kevin's battered white Dodge pick-up was creeping farther and farther away
from the truck stop, its headlights only barely cutting through the heavy snowfall; the chains on the pick-up's tires rattled and crunched
over the deep snow on the road that had not yet been reached by the overworked plows.
Amy was pressed against him, one hand stroking his thigh--up and down, up and down, her fingers moving closer to the bulge in his
crotch each time--and the other toying with his earlobe as she whispered promises to him, telling him of the things they could do
together, the places they could go and all the things he could have now that she was with him.
Kevin had panicked when they were caught fooling around in the basement. He was sure he'd lose his job and probably have a hard
time finding another one; Yreka was a small town and word traveled fast. But Amy had calmed his fears quickly.
"You don't need a job anymore," she'd said. "You have me. We're gonna take care of each other."
Although he had no reason to, somehow Kevin believed her. Her voice comforted him and he found himself wanting to stare into her
eyes; her very presence made him feel better.
They were going back to his house so he could pick up some things to take with him. Then, as soon as the freeways cleared up, they
were going ... wherever. As he enjoyed the touch of her hands, he thought of all the places they might go, the things they might do,
when--Amy stiffened beside him, her fingers dug into his thigh and she made a strangled sound in her throat.
"Whatsamatter?" Kevin asked.
She closed her eyes and clutched her head between her hands, hissing.
"Amy? What's wrong?" He pulled the pick-up over to the side of the road, slowing to a stop.
"Nuh-no," she barked. "Kuh-keep going!"
"But what's--"
"Just keep guh-going! Some-something wrong ... with her ... something huh-happening..."
"Something's wrong with who?"
Amy slammed her head against the dashboard and screamed, "Just get me away from her noowww!" as...
...Bill said to the patrons in the restaurant, "Okay, nobody has to panic, because we're ahead of these things! We've got the upper
hand!" But they were starting to panic. Truckers at the coffee counter were starting to talk loudly, exchanging stories they'd heard from
other truckers from around the country who'd had strange experiences with the lot lizards; families and couples were starting to rise
from their tables to leave, moving quickly. "No, no!" Bill shouted. "You can't leave! We can't go outside!" Bill turned to Byron for help,
but he was at the counter talking quietly with the trucker who had the load of garlic.
Byron turned to Bill suddenly and said, "Okay, c'mon, we gotta go out and get that stuff."
Bill held up a hand and started to speak again, hoping to impress upon the crowd that it was important not to leave the building, to
stay inside, but he heard something. Everyone else heard it, too, and became silent, listening.
It was a scream. A horrible, piercing scream that was growing closer and closer, until--the silence was broken when an enormously
obese woman stood at her table, knocking her chair over, and pointed at the window, screaming. Every head turned toward the
window and more screams rose from the crowd.
At first, Bill thought it was a large bird, but that thought was so silly he nearly laughed out loud, realizing he should know better, and he
dropped to his knees screaming, "Everybody get down!"
There was a clatter of plates and chairs as the crowd sought cover and the scream became louder and louder until an explosion of
glass made it unbearable. With his arms over his head, Bill looked up.
The creature's mouth was yawning open, its eyes were bulging and it held a bundle in her arms. The bundle was screaming, too. It
was a child ... a little girl.
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