“You make me a lot of things, Drew Clark and nervous is not one of them,” she said suggestively. “But I want you to be proud of me.”

She looked over at Drew when Drew failed to answer. She found her staring past her, across the nearly empty street. It was an area of storefront businesses interspersed with residential enclaves, and the street was nearly deserted. Three young men were crossing the street towards them.

Swiftly, Drew stepped between Sean and the rapidly approaching youths, pushing Sean roughly behind her. Sean was so startled she didn’t protest.

The group closed about them, and Sean saw for the first time that two of the boys carried baseball bats. The largest of the group swung the bat casually back and forth very close to Drew’s knees. Drew stood silently, but Sean could sense her coiled tension.

“Lets move into that alley behind you,” he said as his two companions stepped closer on each side. “Hurry up, before somebody gets hurt,” he snarled.

Drew backed up a step toward the mouth of the narrow dark alley that ran between two brick buildings.

“Stay behind me,” she ordered Sean as she took another step back.

One of the boys laughed. “Ill take the pretty one in the back there. You two can have the bitch in front.”

Drew waited for the first one to move, imprinting the positions of the three of them in her mind. When the one in the middle swung the bat at her head, she stepped toward him, chopping at his forearm with the knife edge of her hand. The blow from the bat grazed her shoulder but did no real damage. He dropped it with a howl as the nerve in his arm went dead where she had struck him. She kicked back and to the side as the one on her left rushed her, catching him in the groin. He went down gagging, but the third man managed to crack his bat down on her thigh, pitching her to the ground.

She rolled back into her fall and got to her feet in time to see Sean step forward with a side kick that hit her assailant in the chest. By then, all three of them were on their feet again and slowly circling.

“Damn it, Sean,” Drew shouted, “get back!” She was slowed by the hematoma forming in her thigh muscle, but she ignored the pain. She knew, however, she couldn’t continue to fight them one at a time. With superhuman effort, she jumped forward on her injured leg and kicked once, twice taking two of them down. She swung toward the third and punched, doubling him over. She raised her uninjured knee into his face. He fell heavily to the ground. The other two had dropped away into the shadows. Drew was blind to everything except the rage that poured through her, wrenching an eerie howl from her depths. She knelt beside the coughing figure and pulled his head back by his hair. She raised her hand to deliver the blow she hadn’t been able to deliver eight years ago, the blow that would finally set her free. She gathered her breath to strike.

“Drew!” Sean screamed, grabbing the raised arm with both hands. “Drew, no! You’ll kill him!”

Sean’s voice dimly penetrated her awareness, and she loosened her hold on his hair. He rolled to one side, and suddenly one of the others grabbed him and pulled him away. The three of them stumbled away into the shadows.

Drew’s breath tore from her with a soul-wrenching scream, and she doubled over, her clenched hands to her face. Her body shook uncontrollably as she rocked forward.

“No, no, no no!” she uttered brokenly.

Sean went to her knees, pulling Drew against her. “Drew, its Sean. Its Sean were all right. Its over. Drew Drew!”

Drew collapsed against her, sobbing. Somehow, Sean managed to get her to her feet and out of the alley to the street. There was no sign of their attackers. Mercifully, her car was not far, and she half carried, half dragged Drew to it. She put her in the back seat and covered her as best she could with her jacket.

She thanked god when she slammed to a halt before her home that Susan’s car was in the car port. Leaving the motor running, she raced to the front door, ringing the bell frantically. She was on her way back to the car when the door opened, revealing Susan’s figure outlined in the archway.

“Susan help me! Its Drew,” she shouted.

For the only time in her life, Susan remained calm in a crisis probably because it was clear that her sister was nearly hysterical. Together they got Drew inside onto the couch in the library. She was still shaking and her eyes were frighteningly unfocused.

“Help me get her clothes off her leg is hurt,” Sean said, already pulling at her jeans.

“Let me,” Susan said, “you’re trembling. Are you hurt?”

“No.”

“Go the hall closet top shelf. There’s a bottle of brandy there,” Susan said as she gently tugged Drew’s pant legs down.

“What, how come”

“Secret stash from my last fall from grace. Go on, Sean!”

Drew protested feebly as Susan lifted her legs to the couch. Her left thigh was swollen to twice its size and beginning to bruise.

“Now get some ice,” Susan instructed as Sean handed her a glass of brandy. She looked up at Sean’s pale face and said firmly, “Go on, Sean I’ll take care of her.”

She slipped an arm behind Drew’s shoulder and raised her up. “Drink this, Drew. That’s it good, a little more now good.”

They wrapped an ice pack around her leg and covered her with several blankets. Sean eased onto the couch and gently settled Drew’s head onto her lap. She tenderly brushed the blond locks back from her forehead.

“Honey?” she asked quietly, “Are you okay?”

Drew turned her face into Sean’s body, murmuring, “I’m so cold, Sean.”

Sean rubbed her back through the blankets. She looked to her sister.

“I’m okay, Susan. Go to bed.”

“Are you sure?”

“Ill call you if we need you.”

Susan leaned to kiss Sean on the forehead. “I love you, Sean.”

Sean gave her a tremulous smile. “Thanks,” she whispered. She cradled her lover against her, closing her eyes. Drew’s agonized scream echoed in her mind, and she vowed in the still room that Drew would carry this torment alone no more.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

It was nearly light when Sean stumbled into the kitchen, exhaustion stamped on her features. Ellen and Susan were there, hunched over the worn oak table, a pot of coffee growing cold beside them.

Sean slumped into a chair and accepted the cup Susan placed in her hands.

“When did you get here?” she asked hoarsely of Ellen.

“About two. Susan called. You were both out when I looked in. What in gods name happened?” Ellen asked worriedly.

“We were attacked. God, it all happened so fast. We were just a few blocks from the school. Suddenly three men” Sean halted and passed a trembling hand before her eyes. “If I had been alone”

Susan gripped her hand. “Its okay, Hon, you’re safe.”

“Yes,” Sean repeated, “I’m safe.” She took a deep breath and continued. “I was so startled, I wasn’t sure what was happening. Drew I don’t know how to tell you she was possessed they kept coming at her and she kept fighting back, even when they”

She closed her eyes. After a moment, her voice low, she murmured, “Even when they hurt her. She never stopped.”

“Thank god she was there,” Ellen said. She looked at Sean, who sat dazed and staring.

“What else happened, Sean?” Ellen asked. Susan looked at her, confused.

“Drew was going to kill one of them I could see it in her face, in the way her body tensed. If I hadn’t stopped her, she would have killed him.”

“Did she frighten you?”

“No!” Sean exclaimed, remembering her terror and the seemingly overpowering presence of the men. “But I’m frightened for her. When they finally ran away, she seemed to crumble. She was nearly incoherent when I brought her home. It was more than the attack.”

“Who’s Dara?” Susan asked quietly.

“Dara?” Sean echoed.

“Yes she kept mumbling something about Dara while I was getting her undressed. She didn’t seem to know where she was”

Sean’s face set with determination. “I don’t know but its time I found out.”

“Now may not be the best time,” Ellen began.

“Its way past time,” Sean said flatly.

Drew groaned and tried to sit up. Sean was at her side instantly.

“Take it easy, Drew,” she said gently, supporting her shoulder so she could sit up. She pulled a hassock over and rested Drew’s leg on it. “You’ve taken quite a beating.”

“Are you all right? They didn’t hurt you, did they, Sean?” Drew demanded anxiously.

“No. They hurt you!”

“Thank god,” Drew whispered, closing her eyes. “I was so afraid”

“I’m fine, love.”

Drew smiled wanly. “That was quite a sidekick you landed. Very good.”

Sean was relieved that Drew remembered, and that she seemed like her old self. She took a deep breath.

“Drew, who is Dara?”

Drew jumped at the name and looked away.

“Its time to talk, Drew,” Sean said, unwilling to accept the silence.

“Dara,” Drew said finally, “is the woman I thought I would spend the rest of my life with.”

Once the words were out, there was no turning back. “We met in our senior year of high school, Dara had transferred from another school. She was everything I wasn’t popular, outgoing, creative, she was an artist. She had been painting since she was nine, a child prodigy. I was a rebel, an out lesbian with a chip on my shoulder rough, uncultured, angry.

“Every boy in the entire school wanted to go out with her and she chose me. She followed me everywhere turning up at karate tournaments I was a black belt by the time I was fifteen bugging me with her friendly chatter, refusing to let me shut her out.

“Finally, I gave in and then we were inseparable. We always said we were each other’s first and last lovers. We got an apartment together her parents disowned her when they found out about us.” She paused for a moment, her face lost in memory.