Death Takes a Holiday - By Imari Jade
Death Takes a Holiday
By
Imari Jade
Excerpt
“Of all the times to have to use the bathroom,” Rianna murmured to herself. She and Andrew were right in the middle of some serious foreplay when the urge arose. She made quick use of the facilities, washed and dried her hands, and headed back to the bedroom.
As she reached the door, she heard a muffled sound. She hoped he wasn’t finishing up without her. She turned the knob slowly, trying not to make a noise, and walked in with hopes of finding him stroking himself to keep it hard just for her. Just the thought made her giddy.
She stepped inside the room and stopped dead in her tracks. There were two men standing over Andrew’s prone, naked body. One of them was speaking in some sort of gibberish. He held both of his hands over Andrew. He was dressed entirely in black, which made him blend in with the darkness of the room. The other man stood by looking, not at Andrew, but toward the ceiling above the bed. He was completely dressed in white. She recognized him. It’s the man from Mr. Jacobson’s room! She looked up to see what held his gaze. She gasped. Something black and filmy floated over Andrew.
Both men turned toward her. They appeared to be as bewildered to see her as she was to see them. She froze in the doorway. “What are you doing to him, and how did you get in here?” She covered her breasts with her arms.
The man over the bed scowled at her. He was tall, dark and bald. “You can see us?”
Rianna put her hands indignantly on her hips. “Of course. What are you doing to him?”
The dark one turned to the other one. “This is not good. Atropos is going to be pissed, Thantos.”
The man called Thantos did not move, except to nod.
Rianna turned her attention from the men. She raised her eyes and whimpered. The black film was lowering itself to the floor. She looked over at Andrew. He hadn’t uttered a sound since she returned to the room. He just lay there with his hand clutched at his chest like he’d just had a heart attack. There was a look of serenity on his face as if he were dead. Tears welled in her eyes as realization sunk in. Andrew wasn’t breathing. She bolted over to him.
The fair-haired one caught her and hugged her to his muscular chest. He was so tall and strong that her feet never touched the floor. “There is nothing you can do,” he whispered in her ear.
Sobs racked her body. “Why did you have to kill him?”
“It was his time,” the dark one replied.
Rianna struggled to free herself from the one in white. He looked down on her with eyes as luminous as his skin and hair. He released his grasp and she slowly slid down his god-like body. Her hand made contact with a mammoth erection as she passed his waist. Rianna quickly removed her hand and stepped away from him. She headed toward the door.
“We cannot let her leave,” the dark one said. “She has seen too much.”
Rianna made a dash for the door. “I won’t tell anyone. I swear.” Of course she was lying. She’d call
The gorgeous one in white reached for her, but she escaped his grasp. She stumbled slightly and then ran toward the living room with both men hot on her heels. In her mind she kept repeating that she had to make it to the door. Then there was the matter of getting off the eighth floor where Andrew’s apartment was located. Waiting for the elevator was out, so she knew she had only two other alternatives. The first choice was to take the stairs, but the two men blocked her access to the stairs as if they had read her mind. That left her with one other option—the window. It was a seriously big drop. She shrugged her shoulders. What is the matter with me? They’re going to kill me anyway.
Rianna ran toward the open window.
“Don’t,” Thantos screamed.
“It’s a sin,” the dark one said.
“So is murder,” she replied sarcastically. “It’s better than dying by your hands.” She hurled herself toward the window. Pain ricocheted through her entire body as she made contact with the glass. The cold air hit her as she soared through space. She grew light-headed waiting for her life to flash before her eyes. She refused to look down at the rapidly approaching ground, but she instinctively braced herself for the impact. There was a sound above her. She looked up. Thantos had come out of the window behind her. He spread his arms, and white wings appeared.
Okay, this shit is starting to freak me out. Can any of this really be happening? What are these men? Are they demons? From first glance she knew that they weren’t human. There was something about their eyes. They were bright and luminous in the soft bedroom light. Then there were their tall heights and spectacular builds. Both gave off a different aura about them—like they were superior beings. Funny, she thought as the wind whisked past her, the type of shit you think about just before you die. What the hell do I know about auras?