Taken by midnight [antikvár]

CHAPTER ONE Life . . . or death?The words drifted at her through the darkness. Detached syllables. The rough scrape of a fiat, airless voice that reached into the heavy drowse of her mind and forced her to come awake, to listen. To make a choice. Life?Or death?She groaned against the cold plank floor beneath her cheek, trying to bar the voice - and the relentless decision it demanded from her mind. This wasn't the first time she'd heard these words, this question. Not the first time in the space of somé endless hours that she'd peeled one heavy eyelid open in the frigid stillness of her cabin home and found herself looking into the terrible face of a monster.Vampire.'Choose,' the creature whispered thinly, the word drawn out in a slow hiss. He crouched over her where she lay, curled and shivering on the floor near the cold fireplace. His fangs glistened in the moonlight, razor sharp, lethal. The tips of them were still stained with fresh blood - her blood, drawn from the bite he'd made in her throat only moments befő re.She tried to get up, but couldn't rouse her weakened muscles to so much as flex in response. She tried to speak, managed only