Excerpt of Torn by Christine Hughes

I knew it was dangerous, but the voice was so tempting...

Samannnnthaaaa...

Unable to speak, I wiped the beads of sweat from my
forehead and looked around. I swung my head toward the
window and peered outside, searching for the source of
the taunting voice. Where was he? The sky had darkened
significantly and just beyond the trees I saw a swirling
shadow that seemed to pulse. The vegetation surrounding
it had withered, becoming gray and lifeless as though the
shadow had sucked up all of the energy. A faint hum
filled the air, growing louder as the shadow pulsed
faster.

Samannnnnnthaaaa...It's time. Join us.

"Where are you?" I could barely get the words out. "What
do you want from me?" This voice had plagued me for
months and I wanted to know for sure it was Sebastian,
yet the thought of finally knowing, finally seeing him,
scared me more than the uncertainty.

The voice chuckled. Join us and I will show you
everything.

"Never," I whispered. "Never. My father died protecting
me. I will never come to you."

Again, a high-pitched and foul laugh rang in my head,
making it spin. Dark clouds rolled ominously overhead,
the wind picked up and the dull humming became
inescapable white noise. Silly girl. You will come to us.
You will make the choice. It is your destiny.

Despite my protest, I stepped toward the window then,
leaning over the sink, I reached up to unlock it. My
reflection was unrecognizable in the glass. My hair was
wild and my eyes were huge and black as shadows emanated
from within me. Whatever was out there was reaching for
me with ghostly fingers, and as I opened the window, a
dark mist snaked toward the house. I closed my eyes in
giddy anticipation of the unknown.