Kiss Of Darkness. Heather Graham

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      She could move, Nancy realized. The sound of the shattering glass had somehow freed her.

      She stood, screaming—aloud, this time.

      On the screen, the arrow was fired. It caught the fanged monster in the shoulder. The creature hissed, then gave an ungodly roar of fury.

      It seemed to echo and echo….

      A hand fell on Nancy’s arm. She looked down and shivered. Not a hand, a talon. She looked again at the woman who had tried to seduce her, who looked even less human than before.

      Her grip, again, was powerful.

      Chaos broke out. People were rising all around. Some, like her, were screaming…fighting.

      And others—like the woman beside her—were shrieking in fury, attacking.

      Something seemed to fly into the room. A shadow, the essence of darkness and speed. As Nancy stood, a continual scream flowing from her lips, the woman was ripped away from her.

      “Get out!” The command was harsh. Male? Female? She couldn’t tell.

      She was all too willing to obey, however. She ran for the entry, terror lending her speed.

      Behind her, someone cried her name. She was afraid to turn, even though she knew it was Mary calling out to her. She was afraid to stop.

      Mary caught up to her, still dressed in the gossamer gown. In the back of Nancy’s mind, she knew it was cold out and that her friend would freeze.

      Tears were streaming down Mary’s cheeks. “We’ve got to get out.”

      Someone shouted behind them. They heard a cry of savage fury, saw a body go flying across the room and slam against the bar. They heard a snap, the sound of bones breaking.

      They stumbled for the door and burst out into the night. Mary stopped dead still. “Jeremy is still in there.”

      She turned. Nancy grasped her by the shoulders. “You can’t go back in there.”

      “Jeremy tried to save me,” Mary said. Her teeth were chattering.

      Someone burst through the door behind them, someone they had seen at the bar. He practically shoved them out of the way, then stopped, staring wildly around.

      He turned back. He was large and well muscled. His eyes, however, echoed their own terror.

      “Got to get away,” he said in German-accented English. He started to run, then stopped, stripping his jacket from his shoulders, throwing it toward them. Nancy caught the jacket and automatically wrapped it around Mary’s shoulders. The German man continued to stare at them. “Get away,” he said tonelessly.

      “To where?” Nancy wailed.

      But the man was gone, running blindly toward the forest.

      “We’ve got to go, too,” Nancy said.

      “Jeremy,” Mary repeated.

      Others began to burst out the door. Like the man before them, they began racing madly toward the mist-filled forest.

      Nancy dragged her friend in the same direction, though Mary felt like lead. Nancy stared at her and realized that she was in shock. Her eyes were wide; her teeth continued to chatter. She was as pale as ash.

      Nancy knew she had to move for the both of them. She dragged Mary with her, heading toward what looked like a trail.

      A new sound made itself heard, but what it meant didn’t register in her mind. She just knew they had to get away.

      “Come on, come on,” she pleaded. And then, at last, Mary began to move. Through the mist, Nancy saw the trail more clearly. She staggered toward it.