One Hundred- Thirty Eight

Then suddenly, Elena eyes shot open glowing a deeper red than before, and the scream that came from her throat made the blood in Marie's body turn to ice water. There was something otherworldly about that primal scream, like two voices coming from her mouth; one that was elena and one that wasn't human at all.

Elena flopped back onto the bed after that last scream, exhausted and breathless. She closed her eyes and started to cry, the sobs wracking her body, her voice hoarse from the screams. She curled into a fetal ball and sobbed and moaned so deep that Marie wasn't even sure if it was her making that noise. Mariw was shivering from shock and fear. This was way beyond anything in her life. She had no idea what she could do for her. She didn't want to touch her again, fearing another flying fist.

Marie glanced at the spot on the wall and saw the bloody streaks and the crushed sheetrock. It looked as if a blood-covered hammer had hit it. Marie heard the wispy-hoarse voice of her lover