He had no feelings for her, only lust that didn’t get satiated when he killed a descendant. She got up and walked to the bar, reached over and slid the top of the cooler and grabbed a beer. She opened it, took a long, hard pull on it, finishing almost half, grabbed another and walked back to the table.
“So, you don’t want me to kill him?” She sipped on her beer and looked to Ms. Long with hopeful eyes.
“No, Ms. Marcus. We don’t wish him dead, only contained. After you have him restrained, our people will come gather him as required. You will need this.” She handed her a leather satchel that held something that looked like stiff rope. “The Savior’s Whip”.
Zoe reached into the small bag and pulled forth a rolled up whip, stained with blood and rather heavy in the hand.
“That is one of the whips used on Jesus Christ during his trials and crucifixion. This is the only weapon that can be used against a fallen angel. If you can manage to wrap it once around his skin, he will have no choice but to bow to your will. Subdue him then sustain him long enough for us to get him in the special cage we have for transport, protected by an ancient Druidic spell of confinement.” Zoe’s head was spinning as she contemplated punching the woman in her nose.
“I can’t do this. I’m sorry. You have to pick someone else.” Zoe stated as she pushed the leather bag back across the table.
“You must. There’s not time to find anyone else. We have waited decades to find a person he trusts enough to expose his skin and it’s in one of these moments of…” she cleared her throat and raised her eyebrows, “exposure…that you must catch him off guard and apply the whip.” The woman rattled off details about the end of civilization and a world consumed by evil but all Zoe could hear is that this lady wanted her help in containing the only man that had made her feel alive in such a long time. She wanted Zoe to turn over the man who had given her sexual experiences for the history books and she wanted her to capture the man who captured her heart, as twisted and thorny as it may be. No. She couldn’t force herself to do what this woman asked of her. Lillian Long got up to leave and looked to Zoe stating,
“I’m leaving this with you in hopes that you will do the right thing.” She nodded to the satchel containing the Savior’s Whip. “You may look at him like a man but he is far from it. He was cast out by the one most high and his punishment is to walk the face of the earth forever. He’s not a good guy, Ms. Marcus.” As she walked out the door, Zoe let out an exasperated sigh and took in a deep breath, trying to figure out just what she should do. She definitely didn’t want the world to crumble and be taken over by evil but she sure as hell didn’t want to do anything to harm Barry. Besides, she would never be able to hide her intentions from him because as soon as she started thinking about her next move, he would hear the thoughts in her head as if she had spoken them aloud. She finished her second beer and tossed both bottles into the trashcan behind the bar before walking to the door and turning off the light.
She must not have been paying close enough attention to the road and the recent rain had made it very slippery, for when she rounded the curve closest to her house, only a mere hundred feet or so from her driveway, she slid in the mud, hit the ditch and flipped her car. Zoe was trapped upside down in the small compact and was far enough off the road that she wouldn’t be seen by passing cars and since it was nearing dark, her chances for help were getting smaller by the second.
Panic swept over the usually cheerful Zoe Marcus as she tried to wiggle free from her safety belt to no avail. She searched the vehicle for something she could use to cut herself loose but there was nothing. She instantly regretted cleaning out her car earlier in the week. She tried to scream but knew that her
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