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were corded with lean muscles. The denim that encased his thighs also showed the notching of hard muscles.
    He was wearing light gray and black tennis shoes with a lot of wear to the point that most of the tread had given way to a smooth rubber sole. He was handsome and in some ways beautiful, but not so much that he looked feminine. He was all male, not human, but all male.
    Lifting my gaze back up to his face, I could see he knew I was appraising him. The corners of his mouth lifted in a sardonic smile that wrinkled his skin only slightly and I wondered how many other women had stared at this same man and saw that humorless smile before he ripped them to shreds. My heart rate picked up a little at that thought.
    “Your name.” His voice was so quiet as to almost be a whisper and the innocence of the words coming from him after the previous mocking threats caught me totally by surprise. It was not a question, more like a command though not threatening, but even so I sat there dumbly for a few moments. Never looking away from his face, I watched as he lifted one eyebrow up in surprise that I dared to withhold the information he wanted. I gathered my wits up before he could speak again.
    “Annalice,” I found myself whispering back, unable to lift my voice above his.
    “Hello, Annalice. What a lovely old-fashioned name you have. It matches your house. I spent some time upstairs looking around. Hope you didn’t mind.” His voice was low and almost calming and I didn’t know what to say so I just continued to sit there staring into his dilated pupils. Doubtless mesmerizing, but not hypnotic like in the movies. No loss of free will, but definitely hard to look away from.
    He sat back at that point and stretched out both legs in front of him, leaning casually back against my couch without breaking eye contact. “Do you accept what I am now?” he asked quietly.
    I nodded very minimally, my subconscious subduing my movements, suspecting that sudden or large gestures might bring him hurtling across the small distance at me. I knew I had to die to protect my daughter, but since my previous attempt had failed, I just couldn’t seem to find the strength at the moment.
    “You know how our encounter will end. You have proven that, but I do hope the time of prayer and theatrics is over. You cannot force my timing as I am in control of myself. Your blood will not control me and spilling it will not bring this to a quicker or different ending.”
    His words hit me like a ton of bricks. I felt a black cloudy haze of fear for Ellie’s life form in my mind. It clouded my vision and left me nearly paralyzed, hampering my ability to breathe let alone acknowledge the creature sitting across from me. My eyes glazed over and I dropped my forehead into the carpet as I  focused on breathing in and out. Other than that action, I had yet to acknowledge his words, but instead lay there in silence.
    Finally looking up at him, I found that he had looked away and was staring at something to my right. Out of curiosity, I followed his gaze and with a sickening realization saw he was staring at Ellie’s picture.
    “She is beautiful.” His voice was icy now and held a perverse undertone. I noticed then that he had a slight southern accent. Those pretty words wrapped up in that slight drawl only added to the effect.
    I felt his gaze on my face, but I hadn’t been able to tear my eyes away from Ellie’s face. Her innocence stood out like a beacon to me. Surely there must be something he wanted, something I could use to bargain with. But was it possible to bargain with the devil? “Let’s make a deal,” ran through my head but I had nothing to offer except my death and I couldn’t even control that.
    As I sat there, my mind grasped at straws. Was there no way out for Ellie? My mom would never bring her here if she were unable to get a hold of me. That I knew for certain. And she would call. She always did, frightened that I, her only