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blacker and blacker each time he swung into the flames. He watched as patches of his skin melted, opening up, vital fluids sizzling onto the fire. And, he didn’t know how long it took but, eventually, the man was no more. The only thing left in the image was the charred black harness and a few random hunks of skin sizzling on the hot metal. The source of its momentum gone, it hovered, nearly motionless in the middle of the television screen.
  He reached out his hand to turn it off but it went off on its own before his finger could press the button.
  He swore he could feel warmth coming from the screen.
  Slowly, shakily, he dragged himself across the room and sat on the couch, staring out the open windows at the dying storm on the other side of the screens. He drew his puke-spattered knees up to his chest, oblivious to the smell, oblivious to anything except the fear, its hands wrapped around his soul, paralyzing his body and dragging his thoughts back to the past when the nightmare was no mere hallucination but alive and vibrant and throbbing right there in front of him.
  

 
    Three
     
    Fucking in a graveyard had never really been Charlotte Black’s idea of a perfect evening but, apparently, that was exactly what Zack Corbin had in mind tonight.
  It had been well after midnight when Charlotte awoke to a cold hand roughly shaking her shoulder. She opened her eyes, disoriented, trying to adjust to the darkness. The hand moved down her cheek, coming to rest on her neck.
  “Wake up, sleepyhead.” The voice was instantly recognizable.
  “Zack?”
  “Yeah.”
  “What are you doing here?”
  “I couldn’t sleep. I wanted to go for a walk.”
  “How did you get in here?”
  “That’s a secret.”
  “What time is it?”
  “I don’t know.”
  She craned her neck to look around him, sitting on the edge of the bed, at the glowing red digits of the alarm clock on her nightstand.
  “Jesus, Zack, it’s almost two o’clock.”
  “I know. I couldn’t sleep.”
  “But I was sleeping...”
  She sat up on her elbows and he bent down over her, covering her full lips with his, his tongue entering her mouth and playing with hers. He held her like this for a while, his rough tongue encircling hers, and she knew she was going to go anywhere he wanted her to.
  “Do you still want to sleep?”
  “Not so much. But... you want to go for a walk ?”
  “Yeah.”
  “Did my parents hear you?”
  “Nobody heard me.”
  “Where do you want to walk to?”
  “I was thinking we could go walk around in the cemetery.”
  “But that’s like a mile away.”
  Zack pulled the cover from her body. She slept in an old t-shirt and a pair of black underwear. He ran a finger up the inside of her thigh, creamy white in the moonlight, stopping at the elastic hem of her panties.
  “In the cemetery, no one can hear you scream.”
  “You’re a pervert.”
  “No. I’m passionate. There’s a big difference.”
  “You’re luring an underage girl out of her bed after midnight to take her to a graveyard and fuck her. That’s a pervert.”
  “Okay, I’ll give you criminal, but I still don’t think there’s anything perverted about it.”
  She ran a hand through his short black hair and leaned her head up toward him, kissing him deeply once again. If she wasn’t careful, they’d never make it to the cemetery.
  “Do you mind if I put on some clothes?”
  “I guess I can wait.”
  “Is it cold outside?”
  “Not that bad, really.”
  Charlotte scooted out of bed and went to the closet, conscious of Zack’s eyes on her scantily clad bottom. She pulled out a pair of old blue jeans and a baggy black sweater. Zack, lying back on his elbows, continued to watch as she pulled on her clothes. She fluffed out her shoulder length black hair and asked him if she looked okay.
  “I don’t think many people are going to see