"Terence West - Wraiths 2 - Until The Stars Grow Cold" - читать интересную книгу автора (West Terence)

It was his familyтАЩs blood. The sight both sickened and infuriated him. He felt nausea hit his
stomach like a clenched fist and a spark ignite in his heart again.

They should be made to pay. You have the power. Use it!

He watched the boots turn to face his position. Closing his eyes for a moment, he took a
slow breath to calm his nerves. This wasnтАЩt the way , he reminded himself. Only his self-restraint
could save him now. This was, after all, his fault. He had tempted the fates after his parents
warned him not to and called down the very wrath of Hell to his doorstep. He was to blame.
He would not attain salvation this way. But without his parentтАЩs guidanceтАжhe frowned.

Perhaps there was no salvation at all.

The boots took a step into his room and paused. Another step. Then another. They were
practically on top of him now. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest again. His eyes
were wide and unblinking staring at the silver eyelets on the shoes before him. The thick, black
laces fell down over the sides and pooled around the soles. Just above the tongue, he could see
the hem of the black leather pants stuffed messily inside. His eyes wandered to the glistening
spot on the toe of the boot. He tried to avert his eyes but couldnтАЩt. It was all he could see.

That is your familyтАЩs life spilled so recklessly on that shoe.

He clapped his hands over his ears. He would not listen to the voice. It was the voiceтАЩs fault
he was hereтАФthat they were here. He should not have listened. Not ever.

They enjoyed killing your mother, hearing her scream. And your sistersтАж

He clenched his eyes closed and doubled over into a fetal position.

They will kill you, too, if you donтАЩt actтАж You can make them suffer!
 The voice was overwhelming in his head as if it were screaming at him. His stomach was in
knots as he tried to ignore it, bile crept up his esophagus and washed like waves burning the
back of his throat. His fists were balls of rage digging into his temples as his body shuddered. It
was too much. He couldnтАЩtтАФ

KILL THEM! NOW!

Throwing his hands forward, a burst of unseen energy grabbed everything around him and
flung it immediately toward his attacker. Before he could comprehend the first motion, he was
already on his feet and moving forward. The small flame in his heart blossomed into a
full-blown nuclear furnace. The heat shot out from his heart along the pathways of his veins
and arteries to every centimeter of his body. The creature that had killed his family was digging
itself out from beneath the rubble he had just created. He stared at the monsterтАЩs golden eyes
and took a step forward. Lifting his right hand palm up, energy stretched out from his body
and lifted the vampire into the air. It shrieked in protest and struggled to break free of the
invisible grip, but to no avail. Anger and hatred smoldered in the eyes of the young boy. Lifting
his free hand, he sent out another wave of energy that started to choke the vampire. As he
slowly closed his hand, he could see the creatureтАЩs pale flesh compressing and collapsing in.

The twelve year old boy was gone, leaving only raw rage in its place. Releasing his invisible