Drew Thomas The Conjuring Novels & Stories

my doctor said while slowly looking at me and Annabeth. “Thank you so much for coming here on such a short notice, Mr. McMurray.” “You’re welcome, and please, call me Thomas,” Thomas said in a slow voice, and drank from the plastic cup he had in his hand. I could smell the blood from where I was laying down; how bold and brave of this man to just drink blood out in the open. Thomas then set his eyes on me, “Tammy. How are you doing? I haven’t seen you for a while.”

I ease the door to the left of a giant roll up door. The male screams in pain. "Kieran I swear! I didn't know! I didn't know Thomas was dealing in flesh. If I had known he was auctioning off paras; I would've come to you!" "It's not just about him auctioning off paras. He's selling mortals as well. Thomas is the leader of the largest mortal ran cartel. And you're his second in command. You expect me to believe that you didn't know he started dealing in flesh." Kieran's fist flies through the air landing with a bone crushing crunch. I get a sick satisfaction from hearing the disgusting pigs bones crunch.

Adrian was sitting on a chair, looking toward the camera. He appeared frightened, but unharmed. On the back were three words. He's still safe. Dexter released a slow breath. "Where is he?" A voice came from behind him. "Close." Dexter turned. Thomas stepped from the shadows. Dexter's expression hardened. "You." Thomas smiled. "You seem disappointed." "You took my son." "I didn't." "Then where is he?" "Somewhere safe." Dexter moved toward him. "Bring him to me."

"The film 'Rambo' is being shown in the cinemas again. Do you want to go watch it with me?" I nodded and waved at him. "Okay. I'll wait for you to come pick me up." Thomas smiled as he saw me off. "I'm Thomas Hilton! Make sure you don't forget me!" I turned back and looked at him one last time before leaving. Later that night, there was only one lamp turned on in my study. The sound of my phone ringing broke the silence. John's voice sounded on the other end of the line. "I just received news, Ms. Shaw. Thomas has committed suicide."

Then they widen when they push at something at her feet and the statue slides out of place to reveal a winding staircase that led underground. My stomach dropped. No. It can’t be. There’s no way… Thomas walks down those stairs, my stomach churns further as I hold my breath, unable to blink or look away. Crawford’s a sick, slick bastard, but even he wouldn’t do this. Wouldn’t go this far. This is demonic, this is–

She unfroze Paul, the vampire in the cell next to Thomas. “How did we get here?” Paul said after freaking out for a moment. Thea froze him again. “Your gift, I presume?” Thomas said. “Yes.” “Two of my friends are missing,” Thomas said. “Yes, well, they’re piles of ash now,” Thea said. His eyes narrowed. “She turned them to dust with her mind,” John said. “Just thought it, and poof. Nothing left.” “I suppose you think that will scare me,” Thomas said. “I can tell it does,” John said, smirking. He knew Thomas’s tells.

Was it because of Thomas? She frowned because she had hoped something would spark between Dawn and Maxwell. There were mixed expressions around the table. Dawn’s mother, Lorelai, looked completely stunned. Taylor and Charlie exchanged looks, clearly concerned for their friends. Maxwell kept staring at Thomas, watching him closely. He wasn’t his usual relaxed and playful self. He looked more like someone trying to solve a mystery. Only Mina and Drew seemed genuinely entertained by Thomas’s introduction. “Must be interesting to be a med student,” Mina remarked.

Before he could launch across the table and strangle me, the door creaked open. “Uh… excuse me.” We both whipped our heads toward the door. And there was Thomas. Standing there. Drew’s face went through about six emotions in five seconds: shock, horror, denial, panic, and then finally a fake flirty smile. I bit back my laugh as Thomas asked if he could “borrow Drew.” He actually looked nervous, like a schoolboy asking permission. Of course I let him. “Take care of my best friend,” I warned sweetly. “Or I’ll unleash a hundred and one dalmatians on you.”

It’s a while before my hands stop shaking and my neck stops throbbing. “I think that’s enough,” Drew says and moves to switch off the video but I stop him. Forcing myself to look past my bleeding body on the floor, I concentrate on the other person that joins Father and Mr. Meyer who is standing protectively in front of Don. I hold my breath as the person comes fully into view. For a brief moment they turn towards the camera which enable me to see their face. It’s- Thomas? The kind smiles he had showered on me earlier at the party was gone. And in place of it was this sinister look that marred his otherwise handsome face as he stared down at where my body lay.

It was the next day, about ten o'clock at night. He was so excited his breath was coming hard; it was like the first time that he'd smoked pot. He'd drawn the pentagram on the floor. Thomas stood in the pentagram and grabbed his penis, pleasure went through his body as he thought about the bitch goddess. His cock was as hard as a rock thinking about the devil girl. "She's so evil," he said to himself. Thomas said the conjure words and stood staring at one of the candles that were placed about the room, "This has been fun even if nothing happens."