My Bloody Valentine
Of course you're not going to get some love-sick teaser from me today! No, no, no. :-) Actually, I really can't post any kind of kissing scene from PA because that would give away too many things. But, I can bring you relationship building and bloody, dead things. Because that's Laura and Gray for you.
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He had a head and he didn’t have a diamond studded knife protruding from his heart. So he couldn’t be dead.
But he was.
A steady drip, drip, drip had been sounding since she knelt beside him. She’d filed the noise under dripping water at first. It hadn't been long since the rain stopped. It sounded thicker to her ears now. Scanning his entire body she caught the pop of the next drop as it hit his boot. When she looked up, she found the cause of the drippy faucet and let out a yelp as she jumped back.
A headless Wōden soldier lay above them, sprawled across the edge of the rock cropping. A headless dripping stump. She gulped in a gasp, her throat burning with the trapped air. Okay. Yeah. Time to go. She scrambled to her feet, her hands slipping through the bloody mud. A hiccup erupted sending a sharp pain through her chest.
Her instincts screamed at her, “Run!”
She took her first step, her boot sinking deep. She yanked, pulling a muscle in her thigh when it slurped loose. As her heart rate reached the heavens, Gray snatched her, yanking her over to Erin. He turned her to face him and shook her a few times. “Listen,” he said. “I called Micah and they’re on their way.”
“There’s a headless man up there!”
“There’s more than one.”
“There's more than one?”
“Yes. I just need you to watch over Erin while I lead Micah back here. Just keep her warm and protected, okay?”
“There are headless, dripping people up there!”
He shook her again. “Just stop. Freaking out isn’t on your to-do list. I know what’s up there but we have to get Erin healed before we can deal with the dead things. Understand?”
She nodded numbly.
“Keep calm,” he said. “Keep her warm. Keep her safe. That’s all you have to do.”
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He had a head and he didn’t have a diamond studded knife protruding from his heart. So he couldn’t be dead.
But he was.
A steady drip, drip, drip had been sounding since she knelt beside him. She’d filed the noise under dripping water at first. It hadn't been long since the rain stopped. It sounded thicker to her ears now. Scanning his entire body she caught the pop of the next drop as it hit his boot. When she looked up, she found the cause of the drippy faucet and let out a yelp as she jumped back.
A headless Wōden soldier lay above them, sprawled across the edge of the rock cropping. A headless dripping stump. She gulped in a gasp, her throat burning with the trapped air. Okay. Yeah. Time to go. She scrambled to her feet, her hands slipping through the bloody mud. A hiccup erupted sending a sharp pain through her chest.
Her instincts screamed at her, “Run!”
She took her first step, her boot sinking deep. She yanked, pulling a muscle in her thigh when it slurped loose. As her heart rate reached the heavens, Gray snatched her, yanking her over to Erin. He turned her to face him and shook her a few times. “Listen,” he said. “I called Micah and they’re on their way.”
“There’s a headless man up there!”
“There’s more than one.”
“There's more than one?”
“Yes. I just need you to watch over Erin while I lead Micah back here. Just keep her warm and protected, okay?”
“There are headless, dripping people up there!”
He shook her again. “Just stop. Freaking out isn’t on your to-do list. I know what’s up there but we have to get Erin healed before we can deal with the dead things. Understand?”
She nodded numbly.
“Keep calm,” he said. “Keep her warm. Keep her safe. That’s all you have to do.”