Frost Burn (The Fire and Ice Series, Book 1) Read online

  Chapter 21

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  PROLOGUE

  Fire and ice licked over her flesh. The fire was due to the pain lancing through her body from the knives driven through the palms of her hands and the one just beneath her sternum. It felt like the fire was consuming her, burying her within its raging depths, devouring her very soul. The ice, well the ice was from the weakness stealing through her and dousing the fire beneath it.

  The sensations were so overwhelming and contradictory to each other that they briefly blocked out the shrill screams of those around her. Her family. Tears slid down her cheeks. She tugged at her hands, trying her hardest to free them, but the knives had been buried deep into the wood floor beneath her. Blood trickled down from the wound on her right temple and the slice down the center of her chin. Pinned down, she could only lay still as she helplessly listened to the dying cries of those she loved.

  Like some kind of ghoulish painter throwing paint at a canvas, blood splashed across the family pictures hanging on the wall, and one of the many screams abruptly went silent. She had to get to her family, had to try and save them somehow. A scream of frustration and agony burned in her throat. The fire licked back over her body as she strained to tear her hands free of the knives. She tried to arch up in an attempt to dislodge the one in her stomach, but a wave of blackness washed over her, threatening to bury her within its depths. Panting heavily, she fell back on the floor. She couldn’t pass out; it would be certain death if she did.

  A tsking sound coming from her right caused her to turn her head in that direction. She blinked back the bloody tears and sweat clogging her lashes. “Such a shame.” She shrank away from the hand brushing over her forehead. “Such a fighter.”

  A man’s face loomed over her. A face she knew she’d remember for the rest of her life, which given her present circumstances might not be long. “Shh child,” he murmured as he continued to brush her hair back. “It will all be over soon.”

  His blue green eyes swirled with malicious glee, his wide nostrils flared as he inhaled the scent of the blood pooling beneath her. The high arch of his cheekbones gave his face a rat-like appearance she found completely appropriate for this horrible monster. A mole at the corner of his left eye had a long, creepy hair curling from it. His thin lips pulled back to reveal his lengthy, razor sharp fangs.

  A cry of protest escaped her, but she could do nothing to stop him from driving his fangs into her throat. More fire lanced over her skin as she fought against the monster pulling her blood from her body, even as the heat crept in so did the ice. Weakness slipped into her limbs, up through her belly and toward her chest.

  She wasn’t ready to die, not when she’d finally started to live, but just as she couldn’t escape the knives pinning her body to the floor, she couldn’t escape this monster feeding off of her in greedy, slurping pulls. The ice crept further up, dousing the fire beneath its crushing flow. She wasn’t ready to give in, but she had no choice in the matter as her heart began to slow. It gave a dull beat before pausing for endless seconds then pumping again.

  The monster above her pulled away and wiped the blood away from his mouth. “Delicious,” he purred before rising to his feet and walking away.

  It was only after he’d gone that she realized how quiet the room had become. Her family. She felt the overwhelming need to cry, but she didn’t have the energy to muster a single tear. She could only stare at the blood-coated photos across from her as her breathing became shallower and her heartbeats further apart. The distant murmur of voices drifted to her, she couldn’t make out their words as the ice slid up to her neck. The click of the door closing sounded abnormally loud in the hush, she realized the monsters had left but it didn’t matter now. Nothing mattered anymore as the ice encompassed her, her heart finally stopped beating, and the world went black.