Then she saw the cross ugg boots on sale and she Jerked her eyes from it with a sudden raffling gasp and her body twisted in the chair.
     "Why are you afraid of it?" he asked, startled at the sound of his own voice after so long.
     Her eyes, suddenly on him, made him shudder. The way they glowed, the way her tongue licked across her red lips as if it were a separate life in her buy uggs online cheap mouth. The way she flexed her body as if trying to move it closer to him. A guttural rumbling filled her throat like the sound of a dog defending its bone.
     "The cross," he said nervously. "Why are you afraid of it?"
     She strained against her bonds, her hands raking across the sides of the chair. No words from her, only a harsh, discount uggs for women gasping succession of breaths. Her body writhed on the chair, her eyes burned into him.
     "The cross!" he snapped angrily.
     He was on his feet, the glass falling and splashing across the rug. He grabbed the string with tense fingers and swung the cross before her eyes. She flung her head away with a frightened snarl and recoiled into the chair.
     "Look at it!" discount uggs for women he yelled at her.
     A sound of terror stricken whining came from her. Her eyes moved wildly around the room, great white eyes with pupils like specks of soot.
     He grabbed at her shoulder, then jerked his hand heck. It was dribbling blood from raw teeth wounds.
     His stomach muscles jerked in. The hand lashed out again, this time smashing her across the cheek cheap uggs online and snapping her head to the side.
     Ten minutes later he threw her body out the front door and slammed it again in their faces.. Then he stood there against the door breathing heavily. Faintly he heard through the soundproofing the sound of them fighting like jackals for the spoils.
     Later he went to the bathroom and poured alcohol into the teeth gouges, uggs discount enjoying fiercely the burning pain in his flesh.
     NEVILLE BENT OVER AND picked up a little soil in his right hand. He ran it between his fingers, crumbling the dark lumps into grit. How many of them, he wondered, slept in the soil, as the story went?
     He shook his head. Precious few.