There was something about it that tugged on the edge of her memory. But what?
Kurt grabbed Hannah by the arm and hauled her out of the room. As soon as they were gone, Jonah pulled out his phone and dialed it. "Hey. I've got her heartbeat on the monitor so we know she's still alive. Yeah, I think it's a good sign that the Hunter hasn't killed her yet."
At the sound of those words, Abigail felt a surge of some odd emotion throughout her entire body. Her teeth elongated. It was the demon again. It was reacting to being here.
Why?
Raw, unfettered rage followed the wave. The demon wanted to taste Jonah in the worst sort of way.
I can't do that.
Yet she salivated. The taste of warm, sweet blood filled her mouth, making her ache to take some from someone else. The haze turned brighter. She walked through the door without opening it. With no real understanding of moving, she found herself in the kitchen with Jonah.
He looked up and blanched. He dropped his phone straight to the floor, where it landed with a thud. "What's wrong?"
She licked at her fangs. Taste him.... You know you want to.
Strangely enough, she did.
Abigail reached for his throat, but he jumped to his feet and put distance between them.
He kept backing away from her. "What did they do to you, Abby?"
Abby ...
No, that didn't seem right. She was ...
Caught in a maelstrom. She could feel the winds whipping, howling, and tearing at her. The room spun around as more images flashed. She saw the past, the present, and a future filled with horrors that were indescribable.
But the one thing she saw clearest ...
The night her parents died. And this time she knew why that voice had been familiar. Who had been there with "Sundown."
"You were there." She pointed her finger at Jonah, who stood before her, gaping.
"What are you talking about?"
She didn't answer as the demon swallowed her whole. Before she knew what she was doing, she was on him, biting into his neck. The moment she tasted his blood, she knew the truth.
Jonah was a Daimon. It was why the demon in her wanted to annihilate him.
The souls of his victims screamed in her head with a chorus that was deafening and sickening. They wanted their freedom.
And she wanted his blood.
"Abby! Stop!"
She recognized Kurt's voice, but there was no way she would listen to him. Not now. Not when the demon had her.
Kurt ran at her back and tried to knock her away. She turned on him and hissed, while she maintained her grip on Jonah, who was crying and begging for mercy.
Really? After all the people he'd ruthlessly killed to live, he had the nerve to beg for his own life? The hypocrisy sickened her even more.
"Coward," she breathed in his ear. "You could have saved my mother, and you didn't." He had swallowed her soul so that he could live. Damn him! Agony and fury bonded inside her to such a level that it was all she could do not to rip him apart.
Instead, she reached down to his boot, where he always kept a knife hidden. In slow motion, she saw Kurt lunging for her back. Before he could reach her, she stabbed Jonah in the heart.
He gasped, then burst apart into a shower of gold dust.