Angus
I'd been dreaming about twisting heads off and then I was suddenly awake and Rebecca was leaning over me. I couldn't resist, and when she stretched her warm body out next to me, it was rapture and agony for me. Then her brother interrupted us again. Next thing she was standing by my old wardrobe in Fergus' t-shirt and boxer shorts looking for something to wear, heartbreakingly lovely. I would never see boxer shorts in quite the same way again.
I closed my eyes as my body remembered the feel of her after she left. Hmmm. I wrenched my thoughts away from her, and stood up to get dressed. My leg was completely healed and painless, the skin smooth and unscarred where the bullet had torn through it last night. I dressed quickly, brushed my teeth, and went downstairs to join the others at the kitchen table just as Rebecca was saying goodbye to her mother on the phone.
"Coffee?" Mark grinned at me.
"Please."
"I'd love some," Rebecca said as she came back into the kitchen, her expression relieved and happy. "Mum's OK."
"Yeah, she's a tough old bird. Who knew?" Mark interjected as he handed out five cups of steaming coffee. We all sat and sipped our coffee in silence, until Marcus spoke.
"Right. We need to examine the evidence now, so that we can try to understand what happened last night, and why it happened. To do this we will need to correlate all our data. I suggest we begin with Rebecca."
"He always talks like that," smirked Fergus. Rebecca nodded, hiding a smile behind a curtain of silvery blonde hair.
"I guess that means I should tell you what happened to me yesterday."
"Yes," said Marcus expectantly.
"OK." She paused for a few seconds, then started again. "Yesterday morning I was abducted by three guys in a white van. They tied me up and put a pillowcase over my head, and then they left me alone for a while."
I gritted my teeth. Listening to this was going to be harder than I had thought.
"Then the freaky one, whose name was Oscar, started speaking to someone called Jack on a mobile phone, saying he had a present for him. I got the impression that the present was me. He said something about a breeding female, and that he knew I was one of them because he'd seen a video of me wanting to lick blood off my hands that some idiot had posted on Youtube." She grimaced. "He took the pillowcase off my head and took a photo of me with the mobile, and I think he sent it to this Jack person."