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coincidence. That’s all life was, one coincidence after another.
    She left the gurney near the hospital entrance then drove off, not speeding so as not to draw attention to herself. They might not recognize her, but they would sure as hell remember her vehicle.
    “Oh, WOO HOO!” She bounced in the front seat once she hit the main road. “Holy shit! I did it!” Home free. She’d gotten away with taking a body from the hospital, something she never would have thought possible. Cerberus barked and wagged his tail, trying to pull away from the harness holding him in place. He bit at the frayed seatbelt before settling down, content with the rhythmic thumping of his fifth appendage.

 
     
     
     
    Chapter Three
     
     
     
    Aludra crouched in the corner with her hands working between her legs. Her white-blond hair hung down her back in a thick braid that coiled around her ankles. Knee-high wool socks hid the fine leg hairs on her shins and her black skirt bunched around her hips, pooling on the floor behind her. Candlelight made the shadows dance. Windowless walls absorbed the dark. In one corner of the room there was a small pad covered with a thin blanket, no pillow. A desk loomed to Aludra’s right and to her left, a closed closet hid her secrets. A metallic aroma permeated her surroundings.
    Facing the corner, she closed her eyes and licked her lips, glancing down on occasion at the blood dripping from her white leg. She grasped a razor blade and pushed it into the previously healed cut on her thigh, opening the old scar deeper and longer. With her other hand, she worked her fingers inside her underwear, moaning on occasion. Blood coated her fingers; she licked it off and smiled as the blade she still held nicked her upper lip. Just as her rocking intensified, just as her breathing quickened and her eyes began to roll back, just as she pushed the razor deep enough to cause a new freshet of salty blood, keys jingled in her door and the knob rattled.
    Eyes wide, she leapt away from the corner and in almost one motion dropped the tiny blade in a wooden box. She snapped it closed, turned to face the door, and sucked the remaining blood from her right hand while smoothing down her skirt. Small traces of red remained under her fingernails, so she hid her hands behind her back just as her chamber door swung inward, admitting a figure in a hooded brown robe with a rope tied around its waist. She looked at her feet as the obscure figure strolled in and announced in an androgynous voice, “The High Priestess craves a word with you.”
    Aludra didn’t nod, didn’t look up, and didn’t look surprised. She kept her attention on the floor between her feet and waited, back straight.
    A tall woman with long white hair stalked in. Her velvet hooded robe rippled around her. Her white hair draped over her chest and hung to the hem of her garment, but her face remained partially hidden. If Aludra were to look up, she would only see the candlelight glinting off her wet eyes.
    “Aludra Erebus,” the High Priestess hissed.
    A trace of a flinch flashed over Aludra’s features when the High Priestess spoke, but nothing more.
    “Our own dark virgin.” She brought her hand up, nails sharp like claws, and caressed the top of Aludra’s head. “I smell blood and sex, dear girl. Are you on your cycle?” She put her face close to Aludra’s and inhaled as if drawing in her soul, the red hood still obscuring her features. “No, you aren’t. You won’t be for another week.” Like a striking snake, she pulled Aludra’s hands from behind her back. She licked the bloody fingers then slid her tongue across the clean-looking ones of her left hand. She made soft smacking sounds, closing her eyes as if tasting something delectable. “I see what you’ve been doing,” she whispered. “Naughty, naughty.”
    Aludra kept her head down and her mouth closed, allowing the High Priestess to do as she pleased. Her breathing didn’t change but her