Child of the Night
...The woman ran a bath and helped Carol into it. The water wasn't very hot and it didn't hurt her injured skin too much. The older woman used a floral soap to wash her arms and shoulders, her chest and back, and a pleasent herbal shampoo on her hair, just the way a mother would.
"Why are you doing this? You're on his side, so what are you up to?"
The woman paused. "So distrustful, for one so young. You must have been hurt in your life."
"I've been hurt right here in this house. Why should I trust you?"
"And why not? I only want to help."
"Why?"
"Let's just say I love Andre' dearly. He's like a son to me. I want to see him happy."
Carol laughed bitterly. "Well, just give him a whip and some chains. He'll be in heaven. Or doesn't this cult believe in Heaven?"
"You don't understand, dear. He's charmed by you. Fascinated. I haven't seen him like this in a long, long time."
Carol laughed her bitter laugh again. But then felt desperate. "Please, let me go."
"I can't do that. We cannot interfere with another. Andre' found you and only he can decide your fate."
The woman helped her out of the tub and patted her dry with a soft terry cloth towel...As the woman applied a thick clear gel, Carol realized that the soreness was diminishing. She could feel how knotted and constricted her body had gotten. She treid to relax.
"What's your name?" Carol asked.
"Clohe."
"You're like him - You drink blood. You all do, don't you? Like Vampires"
"Words are very powerful, Carol. They can frighten or fascinate adn should be used carefully. Let's just say that we four are a family."
pg. 48
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