Elizabeth opened her eyes.
She was sitting in her father’s old office chair. Hesha’s face, devoid of expression, looked into hers. His eyes were gold. His hands held chains and shackles, and while she tried to understand why he hadn’t killed her yet, he clamped them on her wrists, through the back of the chair, and around the steel pillar in the center of her apartment.
Hesha left without another word.
Saturday, 31 July 1999, 3:56 AM
A studio apartment in Red Hook, Brooklyn
New York City, New York
Elizabeth Dimitros sat in the exact center of her apartment and waited. She was through remembering. She could not even guess how much light would be too much—twilight, or the glow before dawn, or the full rays of the sun—but she would know, soon, just how much was needed to kill a vampire—how deadly Ra was to the body of an infant Child of Set.
From time to time she listened for footsteps in the hall. If one of the other tenants passed by, she could yell and try to find shelter before sunup. Antonio sometimes started his rounds at five o’clock—would that be too late? If Hesha were going to come back (Hesha isn’t going to come back, she thought bitterly) he might use the door, as he had in leaving.
The sky grew paler.
Perhaps it was best this way….
Footsteps—coming closer. Elizabeth’s heart leapt. Should she call out? No, the walker was already coming to her place—there was nothing else at this end of the hall. She turned herself in the chair and looked desperately at the opening door.
She didn’t recognize him at first—she only knew she wasn’t seeing Hesha.
The man smiled, looked her up and down, slowly, glanced at the shackles, and licked his curling lips.
“Hello, sweetheart,” said Khalil Ravana. He grinned evilly. “Did you miss me?”
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