Page 249 of Mortal Sins

“Yeah, you did,” Snod sighed miserably, watching Rees’ eyes begin to dim. “Stay with me, Rees.

Fuck! Please... God, my sweet and merciful God! Please give strength to your devoted child, Rees

Everhart. Please help him, fucking save him! Christ!”

“I’m hardly... devoted,” Rees moaned with a short laugh, reaching over and weakly pawing at Snod.

“Shush now, darling... I’m... ready. Been ready.”

“Good,” Terrell purred, sauntering back toward them, dusting off his hands. “I want to finish my

appetizer, and then I’m thinking about skipping right to dessert.”

Snod’s eyes searched for Ephraim, finding him face down on the floor by the stairs. He couldn’t tell if

he was alive or dead.

Terrell plucked Rees up from the floor, sinking his teeth back into his throat.

“No!” Snod roared, rising up struggling to pull Rees away, but it was impossible. His friend was

dying, and there was nothing he could do. He tried to grab a stake, but Terrell reached out and

smacked him across the face.

The force of the blow sent Snod reeling and his vision blurred, the stake clattering to the floor.

“Hey,” Rees croaked, “you rotten sack of regurgitated cat shit...” He had something in his hand, one

last dart, and he jammed it into Terrell’s eye, growling, “Fucking suck on this!”

Terrell howled furiously, throwing Rees to the floor and clawing at his face as he tried to remove the

dart. His skin was starting to bubble and hiss all over as he stumbled away, moaning in pain.

Snod watched as Terrell’s flesh continued to boil, taking a stake in hand and pouncing to make the

kill.

Terrell was still too fast even while wounded, effortlessly catching Snod’s hand and twisting it until

he cried out and dropped the stake. He snatched Snod by the back of his head and viciously chomped

down on his neck.

Snod cried out, trying to grab another stake from his vest, but Terrell pinned his hand to his chest. He

tried to reach up with the other hand, but Terrell grabbed hold and kept it down at his side.

Feeding with Frankie had always been pleasant, beautiful; this was utter agony.

Terrell was draining him in long, deep swallows, moaning and grunting hoarsely. Snod could feel his

entire body burning, growing weaker by the second.

“Francis was right,” Terrell purred softly, pausing and licking his lips. “You taste so very, very

sweet...”