The-Dark-Arts

Her hands moved over her body. It felt foreign to her, somehow. But she had not the luxury to explore this peculiarity further because a sudden urgency clutched her belly. It was a tip-of-the-tongue feeling. And it prickled the back of her mind. It commanded her to remember something, and it commanded her to remember that something quickly because she knew, in the way that one just knows, that her memory lapse was a gravely dangerous thing. CHAPTER INDEX Book One Chapter 1 - The One That Got Away Chapter 2 - The Male Predator /Not A Vampire Chapter 3 - The Shephard Boy Chapter 4 - Her Hidey-Hole Chapter 5 - One Year Hence Chapter 6 - Coffee, My First Love Chapter 7 - His Prey Drive, Her Pills Chapter 8 - Attractive Nuisance And she was in grave danger. But despite this - or because of it - she could not remember what had just happened. First: she had been in the room adjacent. Then: she was not; she was upended and removed as though hand-waved away. But, how?