I leap away from cold, fierce eyes set in a stony face. But for the blood drawing down dour lips, its’ chiseled features are indifferent to the hot rage in its’ eyes. I recoil, but my back slams hard against the dank crypt wall. I would rip my terrified stare from the creature, if I could and I know not to turn my back to the beast. I don’t have to look to know that my friend lies dead at the feet of the immortal. The monster had tossed Chris’s limp body aside, as if he were a slurped empty slushy cup. Now he, or it, is looking at me. I press tight to the wall and edge along, hoping to fall back through a seam. Through a veil, back to the real world. A world of light. The world I’d lapsed from the moment we’d enter this forbidden
