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to see it
    happening like watching a phlebotomist's needle sink into a vein.
    Why did everything about him make her think of piercing and blood?
    What the hell had he drugged her with because it was making her hear
    and fear things she knew didn't exist?
    She gave herself a moment of weakness and looked behind her
    shoulders at the pillows, if only she could bury herself there and wait
    for her mom to find her. Shaking her head, she rid herself of that
    ludicrous hope. No one was getting her out of this and certainly not
    her mom.
    She broke her lecherous gaze on the pillows and went back to
    watching where she'd last spotted Constantine disappear. Her heart
    stuttered mid beat and she felt something like a diaphragm slam into
    her lungs; he was back. Worse, he was dragging someone or thing

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    behind him, because whatever it was dribbled blood onto the cement
    floor.
    Helena knew she should watch Constantine's every move if for no
    other reason than to clasp her head and protect her hair, b ut the blood .
    A darkening red trail tracked where he had been. He and whoever
    was recently dead were getting closer and she could be next, but the
    blood .
    Her mouth watered. Wasn't that an odd panic reaction? Lips parted
    and the drool welled up over her bottom lip, one viscous drip
    dribbling down her chin and landing on her shirt. The back of her
    hand wiped across her mouth, but the saliva mounted until she had to
    swallow or drown in her own juices.
    Nostrils flared picking up every nuance of iron she could from the
    air. Her tongue swelled up feeling sore and dry despite all her saliva.
    Hunger shot from her stomach with a convulsive anger that made her
    throat too tight to handle swallowing anything that wasn't liquid and
    juicy.
    Careless of the pain, her head shook violently. Drugs had to still be
    in her system. This wasn't a normal human reaction. Sure his
    presence made her brain go crazy processing hatred mingled with lust,
    but the blood .
    "You smell it, don't you?" Constantine pulled the body behind him
    by the hair.
    Her own scalp cringed at the act, but she gave little credence to
    human fear. The neck was ripped open and blood spurted up and
    drenched his clothes before being wasted on the cement. Oh god,
    what was wrong with her? Blood wasted? Shouldn't her hind brain be
    causing her to want to flee or fight? Why was she so drawn to the
    blood so that little else mattered?
    Helena screamed at herself to shut up. She couldn't deal with this
    all at once, and surely she should be focusing on the source of the
    blood. Wasn't that more important? Shouldn't the blood be staunched
    and saved. Someone could surely use it.
    Helena gulped. She was going insane, breaking apart, yelling at
    herself and not even knowing what she was going to say until she did.

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    Her body started to shake under the strain. She needed silence so she
    could stop thinking, no to think. She required silence to think, but her
    body was so loud with different needs and wants.
    Constantine deposited the body at her feet, the skin-stripped neck
    still gurgling from a fresh kill.
    "Beautiful, isn't it, all the still warm blood?" Constantine leaned
    over the body between them to close in on her.
    Helena tore her eyes away from the blood to look at him, but her
    eyes flicked downward, mesmerized by the blood.
    He pinched her chin sharply. "Look at me."
    Helena dragged her eyes back to his face but her vision seemed to
    be sucked into his dilating eyes, making her swim in and out of
    conscious focus.
    "You smell it deep within her thighs don't you? It makes you hot,
    ready to pounce and take it in you, deep in you, so you can ride its
    power for all its worth." Constantine's words turned to steam in the
    heat of her strained breath.
    Helena's neck stretched to free her chin.
    Constantine shook his head. "Not very likely, is it, you getting
    away from me? And why would you want to? I have what you want
    even if you keep saying no. I'll give you a