Carpathian 17 - Dark Curse

her aunts had shared with her, embedding memory after memory in her mind-indeed, she hadn\'t been certain it was real. Until that moment. Power flooded her. Her mind opened. Expanded. Reached into the well of knowledge and found the exact words she needed.
    \"It\'s too strong.\" Gerald dug his heels into the earth and held on to Terry with every ounce of strength he possessed. \"Stop wasting your energy and help me, damn it. Come on, Terry, fight.\"
    Terry ceased screaming abruptly and began to fight in earnest, kicking with his free leg in an attempt to dislodge the two snake heads.
    The vine threw more tentacles out, the greenish-black stems writhing hideously, looking for a target. The teeth sank deeper into Terry\'s ankle, sawing at flesh and bone in an effort to keep their prey.
    Lara flung herself forward, lifting her face to the sky as she muttered the words she found in her mind.
    I call forth the power of the sky. Bring down lightning to my mind\'s eye. Shaping, shifting, bend to my will.
    Forging a scythe to sharpened steel. Hot and bright the fire be, guide my hand with accuracy.
    Lightning zigzagged across the sky, lighting the edges of the clouds. The air around them charged so that the hair on their bodies and heads stood out. Lara felt electricity snapping and sizzling in her fingertips and focused on the thinner space between the long, thick bodies and the bulbous heads of the snake vines.
    White light streaked across the short distance and pierced the necks of the creatures. The smell of rotting flesh burst from the vine. Both severed tentacles dropped limply to the ground leaving the teeth, with the heads attached, still sunk deep into Terry\'s ankle. The rest of the tentacles reared back in shock and then burrowed beneath the dirt and snow.
    Terry grasped one of the heads to pull it out.
    \"No!\" Lara protested. \"Leave it. We have to get out of here right now.\"
    \"It burns like acid,\" Terry complained. His face was pale, nearly as white as the covering of snow, but beads of sweat dotted his forehead.
    Lara shook her head. \"We have to get off this mountain now. And you can\'t take chances until I can look at it.\"
    She took his arm and signaled to Gerald to grab his other one. They steadied Terry between them and began to hurry from the slope to the well-traveled path off to their right.
    \"What was that?\" Gerald hissed, his eyes meeting hers over Terry\'s head. \"Have you ever seen a snake like that before?\"
    \"Was it two-headed?\" Terry asked. Anxiety made him hyperventilate. \"I didn\'t get all that good a look at it before it struck. Do you think it\'s poisonous?\"
    \"It isn\'t attacking your central nervous system, Terry,\" Lara said, \"at least not yet. We\'ll get you back down Page 10

    Christine Feehan: Dark Curse
    to the village and find a doctor. I know a few things about medicine. I can treat you when we get to the car.\"
    The mountain rumbled ominously, shivering beneath their feet. Lara glanced up at the swirling white mists.
    Above them, spider web cracks appeared in the snow and began to widen.
    Gerald swore, renewed his grip on Terry and started sprinting along the thin, winding trail. \"It\'s going to come down.\"
    Terry gritted his teeth against the pain radiating up from his ankle. \"I can\'t believe this is happening. I feel sick.\"
    Lara kept her eyes on the mountain behind them as they raced, dragging Terry every step of the way. \"Faster.
    Keep moving.\"
    The ground shifted and rolled and small fans of snow slid in artful patterns toward the slope below them. The sight was dazzling, hypnotic even. Gerald shook his head several times and looked at Lara puzzled, slowing down to look around at the undulating snow. \"Lara? I can\'t remember what happened. Where are we?\"
    \"We\'re about to be creamed by an avalanche, Gerald,\" Lara warned. \"Terry\'s hurt and we\'ve got to run like hell. Now move it!\"
    She put every ounce of compulsion and command into her voice that she could muster on the run. Fortunately both men obeyed, concentrating on getting down the steep slope as quickly as they could and asking no more questions. The safeguards protecting the cave were not only lethal, but they confused and disoriented any traveler stumbling across them. The warning system usually was enough to make people so uneasy they left the area, but once triggered, the safeguards fought to erase memories or even kill to protect the entrance to the cave.
    It was definitely the place she had