SPENCE'S CABIN
(EVIE)
"That can't be," Evie told herself, softly shaking her head. She was hallucinating. Yes, that had to be it.
Who knows what drugs her captor had fed her along with her meal?
She was simply hallucinating, she hadn't heard the voice she thought she heard.
With that, she closed her eyes and went back to sleep.
When she woke up half an hour later, she realized she hadn't been hallucinating, at least not about the voice.
Because not only could she hear the voice, it's owner was sitting beside her in flesh and blood, one of her hands cradled in both of his.
She may not have seen him in twelve years, but she didn't need more than a single glance to recognize him.
Fuhal Kelman, the first and only boy she had ever loved, the man who had risked his life and everything he had to help her escape a dozen years ago.
And he was all grown up.
The last time she saw him, he had been a scrawny teenager with acne-ridden skin, now he was a man with bulging biceps and clear skin.
" F.....uhal...." She stuttered.
"In the flesh and blood," he replied, giving her hand a squeeze.
"What are you doing here?" She asked.
" Saving you, of course," Fuhal replied.
" You just can't stay out of trouble, can you?" He quipped.
" I try." Evie replied with a smirk.
" Where's he?" She asked, looking around for her captor.
" Don't tell me you miss him.* Fuhal replied in a sly voice. " I never knew you as one to go for pretty boys." He added.
His attempt at humor earns him a smack on the side of the head.
" If I never see him again, it'll be two weeks too early," Evie succinctly informs him.
" Glad to hear that," Fuhal says, getting to his feet and taking Evie with him. " Let's get out of here." He adds as soon as they're both on her feet.
" Just what I wanted to hear," Evie tells him.
" Is there anything you need to get?" Fuhal asks.
" He took my bags, but I don't know where they are," She replies.
" I already found them." Fuhal tells her, wrapping an arm around her waist. " They're in the car." He adds.
No sooner had they gotten to the front door than a voice called out to them, halting their progress and forcing them to turn around.
" Please wait." Spence says, coming out of the darkened room at the other end of the cabin. " You can't leave, you're my only chance." He adds.
When he steps into the light, Evie winces at the sight of his battered face.
" What did you do to him?" She asks Fuhal.
" Run over him with a car?" She asks again, answering her own question. " He wouldn't get out of the way." Fuhal says with a shrug.
" Please," Spence pleaded again, returning attention to himself.
" You have to help me, you're my only chance at saving the girls," he adds.
" What girls?" Evie and Fuhal ask in unison.
" The ones your pack kidnapped a fortnight ago." He replies. "I don't belong to a pack." Evie snaps at him.
" You don't expect me to believe that, do you?" He asks. " After they sent him here for you." He adds.
" Careful Robbins." Fuhal growls.
" Please," he begged again.
" Think of the poor girls. Will you be able to live with them if they end up dead?" He asks.
" Enough with the rambling," Fuhal declared.
" We're leaving." He added, turning on his heels and pulling Evie with him.
" Just listen to me." Spence called after them.
" I'll tell you all about the girls and if you don't want to help me I won't bother you again." He added.
" You should have tried that before you kidnapped me." Evie snapped. " I was desperate." He cried.
" Fine." Evie said, crossing her arms across her chest. " Talk." She demanded.
" Come on shandy, you really don't want to listen to this mad man, let's go." Fuhal urged, trying to tug her after him.
"Let's give him a couple of minutes, Fuhal. If he doesn't make sense, we're out." Evie says. " You had better start talking." She tells Spence.
" My name is Spence Marcel Robbins." He started.
" I'm a member of the anti-kidnapping task force. I've spent the past ten years going around the world, rescuing US citizens who have been kidnapped, either by terrorist groups or for ransom."
" I don't see how that affects us." Fuhal interrupts. " I'm getting there." Spence replies.
"Three years ago, a trio of girls were kidnapped from a resort in Miami. My partners and I spent weeks tracking them. We did find them, but we were too late, two were dead and the third was raving mad from the trauma." He continues.
" Over the past three years, there have been about a dozen more kidnappings, all girls, not more than five of them were found alive.
The rest of the task force and I have been investigating and to classify the results of our investigations as disturbing is an understatement."
" What do you mean?" Evie asks.
" The girls were used in ritual killings," Spence says calmly. "Ritual killings are done by demons." He adds.
" Oh please." Fuhal scoffs.
" Demons haven't set foot in our realm for years. Next time you want to spew fairy tales, you might want to check your facts first." He adds.
" They were summoned here." Spence says, staring down the bigger man.
" By a group of power-hungry men who will do anything for the power they seek."
" And I suppose you know these men?" Fuhal asked sarcastically.
" Yes." Spence agrees.
" They're the Foxwicks," he adds.
" Now you hold it right there." Fuhal demands, raising a hand to silence him.
" You can't go accusing people like that, I'm a Foxwick and I certainly don't know any demons." He says.
" Guess you aren't high enough on the totem pole then," Spence says. " Just ask your Alpha and his beta if you don't believe me."
" You can be sure I will."
" Good, but while you're doing that, those innocent girls are getting closer to death," Spence says.