The second she was out of his vision was the
second he could no longer feel her in his soul. The intense connection
they had shared since the day she walked into the interview was gone. He
felt like a part of him had been amputated. Slumping into his chair, he
surveyed the carnage she left behind. Bodies were strewn everywhere, some
of them savagely dismembered. Her vengeance had been swift and
complete.
It was a few minutes before any of them could
speak. "Where did she get that kind of power Kevin? She killed
a room full of us in seconds" whispered a shaking Nick. "She was
just made. She should be cowering in the corner right now, afraid of what
she is."
"I don't know. I've heard rumors of
ones that instinctively have powers that it takes the rest of us a lifetime to
acquire." His eyes misted over at the thought of her. "She
will keep the child from me too. Our child."
"How do we know she won't turn on us.
If she can do this, what's to stop her." AJ was pale, his eyes
focusing on anything but the horrors around him. Hours before he had
killed indiscriminately, certain of his immortality. Now he felt
vulnerable for the first time in hundreds of years.
"She won't."
"You can't know that Kevin."
"I know her. She won't" he snarled, his eyes
flashing. AJ retreated, knowing it would be senseless to argue.
"We've got to get out of here before
someone comes. What about the bod...." Before Howie could
finish speaking, the corpses disintegrated into dust, a swift gust of wind blew
away all traces of them. Kevin's tears flowed freely as a gentle
breeze lingered around him, caressing his face. It smelled of her, her
skin, her perfume. Even in her anger she was protecting him. It was
the last glimpse he'd have of her for six months.