in his system, Rehv's symphath abilities came at his beckoning, riding the crest of his aggression, suffusing his vision with the color red. Baring his fangs in a smile, he gave in to his sinister half with the ecstatic pleasure of an addict long deprived.
With invisible hands, he tunneled into the lesser's brain, rooted around, and triggered all kinds of fun memories. It was like popping lids off soda bottles, and what bubbled out debilitated his prey, scrambling the Page 302
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lesser so badly it was rendered defenseless. God, such ugliness inside the bastard's head-this particular slayer had had a real sadistic streak, and as every single one of his nasty deeds and dirty abuses clouded his mind's eye, he started to scream, clapping his hands to his ears and falling to the ground.
Rehv brought up his cane and whipped off its outer casing, revealing a lethal length of steel, the blade red as his two-dimensional sight. But when he got ready to stab, Butch grabbed his arm.
"This is where I come in."
Rehv glared at the guy. "Fuck that, this is my kill-"
"No, it isn't." Butch went down to his knees beside the lesser and...
Rehv clamped his mouth shut and stared with fascination as Butch leaned over and started to suck something out of the slayer. Except there wasn't time to enjoy the Twilight Zone episode. Another lesser came gunning for Butch, and Rehv had to leap back as Rhage took the thing down in a tackle.
Rehv heard more footsteps and faced off at yet another lesser. Good. This one he would handle, he thought with a hard grin.
Man, symphaths loved to fight, they really did. And he was no exception to his nature.
Mr. X pounded down the alley where the brawl was happening. Though he couldn't see or hear anything, he sensed the buffering around the scene, so he knew this was the right place.
Van cursed from behind him. "What the hell is this? I can feel the fight-"
"We're about to penetrate the mhis. Get ready."
The two kept running and hit what felt like a wall of cold water. As they burst through the barrier, the fight was revealed: Two Brothers. Six slayers. A couple of cowering civilians. A very large male in a full-length fur coat... and Butch O'Neal.
The former cop was just lifting himself up from the ground, looking sick as a dog and positively glowing with the master's footprint. As Mr. X met O'Neal's eyes, the Fore-lesser skidded to a halt, overcome by a sense of accord.
And irony of ironies, at that very instant when the connection was made, at that precise moment when there was an exchange of recognition, the Omega called from the other side.
Coincidence? Who cared. Mr. X pushed off the demand, ignoring the itching in his skin. "Van," he said softly,
"it's time for you to show your stuff. Go get O'Neal."
"About fucking time." Van bolted for the newly born vampire, and the two of them squared off, circling each other in the manner of fighters. At least until Van stopped moving, becoming nothing more than a breathing statue.
Because Mr. X had willed it so.
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large-muscle groups certainly did freak a guy out, didn't it.
And O'Neal was surprised as well. He closed in with care, wary but obviously ready to take advantage of the freeze-frame Mr. X was imposing on his subordinate. The takedown happened fast. In a quick move, O'Neal put an armlock around Van's neck, flipped him over, and pinned him down to the ground.
Mr. X didn't give a shit about sacrificing an asset like Van. He needed to know what happened when-holy shit!
O'Neal... O'Neal had opened his mouth and was inhaling and... Van Dean was just sucked into nothingness, absorbed, swallowed, owned. Unto dust.
Relief flooded into Mr. X. Yes... yes, the prophecy was fulfilled. The prophecy had been realized in the skin of an Irishman who had been turned. Thank you, God.
Mr. X took a halting, desperate step forward. Now... now would be the peace he sought, his loophole realized, his freedom ensured. O'Neal was the one.
Except Mr. X was suddenly intercepted by a Brother who had a goatee and tattoos on his face. The big bastard came out of nowhere like a boulder, hitting X so hard his legs buckled. They started to fight, but X was terrified he'd be stabbed instead