"Guy N. Smith - Sabat 2 - The Blood Merchants" - читать интересную книгу автора (Smith Guy N)

CHAPTER ONE



THE GIRL glanced behind her, saw only the darkness that hid twin rows of half
demolished terraced houses, strained her eyes until they hurt; certain now
that she was being followed. She listened, heard only the pounding of her own
heart, a roaring in her ears.

The footsteps behind her had stopped, like they had the last time, and the
time before; delicate tip-tapping that might have been the echoes of her own
hurrying feet, but she knew they weren't. She was breathing heavily, didn't
think she had the strength to run any further, wanted to scream out: 'For
God's sake, who are you? What do you want with me?'

She guessed who it was, knew only too well what he wanted. The sallow faced
punk with the corpse like appearance who had singled her out, bopped with her
at the disco, the flashing coloured lights reflecting his expression of lust,
eyes that bored into her, undressed her so expertly that at one stage she had
almost believed herself to be naked. I wanna fuck yah baby, I'm gonna fuck yah
baby! Bloodless lips seemed to mime the words and when the lights went up for
a few seconds she'd seen the bulge of an erection pulsing inside his tight
fitting trousers as though it was trying to fight its way out to get at her.
Once he'd come close, moved in on her, and touched her arm with fingers so
cold that she'd cringed. And that face had creased into a humourless,
lecherous smile.

Shanda had tried to get away from him, attempted to lose herself amid the
forest of cavorting bodies on the dance floor. But he was always there, a
hunter stalking his prey, moving cat-like with an eerie rhythm of his own that
defied the beat.

Shanda had glanced about, mutely seeking help from the other dancers, but they
didn't even notice her presence. 'Girls didn't ought to go to them discos
alone!' Her mother's words echoed their warning, had Shanda mentally
apologising, wanting to run from this dingy hall without stopping until she
burst into the tiny hall of her parents' council semi. 'Girls 'adn't oughta
walk 'ome in the dark, not in places like this. Wot wiv all these muggers and
sex maniacs on the loose, it ain't safe.'

Shut up, mother. For Christ's sake, shut up! He was there again, body arched,
swaying, increasing an imaginary tempo, an act of copulation that was
escalating into a frenzy, never once taking his eyes off her. I'm gonna fuck
yah,baby!

Shanda felt hysteria building up inside her, looked towards the dim neon exit
sign. One moment of indecision, saw him coming closer, stabbing his thighs in
a manner that could not be misinterpreted. And then she ran!

Out into the deserted street, brightly lit for the first hundred yards but