Thunder and Lightning
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Yes, he had to get Bev out of here. Now.
Chapter Ten
Something buzzed in her ears. A low, constant humming that was annoying and comforting at the same time.
Annoying because it wouldn’t go away. Comforting because that meant…
Bev’s eyes snapped open. Only to be met by inky blackness. She’d never experienced a black abyss like this. Not a shred or twinkle or flicker of light. Nothing. She could see no further than…her pupils.
The air around her was warm and sticky and stale. It sickened her, so used to fresh, fragrant air was she. And the buzzing in her ears seemed to fill her head too. Aside from that, she felt remarkably good. Strong.
Un-bruised, un-battered, undead.
Holy shit. She’d lived through Amy’s attack!
Excited, she sat bolt upright. Almost. Her forehead smacked against something hard, solid and unyielding.
“Ouch!” she cried out as she fell back against a pillow.
What the fuck?
Her hands shot out and she felt the walls surrounding her, confining her. Confusion clouded her brain but for a moment. A box. She was in a box.
But then clarity broke through.
No, not a box.
A coffin!
She was in a fucking coffin!
“Hey!” she yelled, loud and clear and with a noticeable amount of fury. Cane had put her in a coffin!
Oh! What a mistake that was!
“You have exactly two seconds to get me out of here!” she screamed at the top of her lungs. So loud, it was possible the neighbors could hear. Provided she wasn’t six feet under. Then… Well, that would put a damper on things. The dead weren’t going to rise up and rescue her.
Shit. A new thought hit her. What if Cane had buried her because he’d thought she was dead? What if she hadn’t responded quickly enough to the blood she only vaguely remembered him feeding her and he’d thought she had died? What if he’d buried her alive!
“Oh no!” She’d been through too much to let it end like this. Entombed while still alive. Destined to spend an eternity inside this small, confining, stale-aired box!
Not a chance in hell!
Panic skittered through her. What if she really was six feet under?
She’d never thought it was possible for a vampire to hyperventilate but was now proving it could happen.
“Cane!” she screamed his name.
“Ah, you’re awake.” His deep voice penetrated the wood surrounding her. He actually sounded amused. Probably because she was so pissed off that he’d put her in a coffin.
“Your two seconds are up!”
“You’re immortal, sweetheart. Remember? A vampire, per your request. Well, okay, and my selfishness because I really couldn’t imagine living one single second without you, but still…”
She smiled, unexpectedly. Unbidden. “You saved me.”
“You knew I would.”