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Williams points out. Got it? Good, now let's go, I'd like to finish before the
sun comes up."
Faith was filled with apprehension when she entered the tiny space that had
once held thousands of people captive. She wasn't certain if it was the
coldness of the night, the eerie surroundings, or the way Shawn seemed ill at
ease that was the source of her troubles. Faith was miffed by the way Connor
was strutting about dismissing everything Shawn pointed out.
Suddenly Connor jerked and looked behind him. She almost laughed at how he
played it off. 'Then again that is what I used to do,' she mentally sighed
keeping a watchful eye on Shawn. She knew the blonde's body language there was
something happening.
"Cold, hungry," Shawn explained shifting her feet in a nervous fashion.
Faith jerked around feeling something yanking on her hair. She quickly
returned her focus to Shawn recalling that many of the physical encounters
began with a tingling feeling in the feet.
"Nice try," Shawn taunted whatever was toying with her. "Over there," she
instructed Ronnie calmly. All eyes turned to the corner, jaws hung open when a
shadow passed in a space that held no light.
"Reflection," Connor choked out trying to make sense of what he had just
witnessed.
"Evil," Shawn blew out, the area growing chillier with each passing moment.
"Evil?" Connor groaned with a sneer.
"Fine, why don't you stroll on over and check it out?" Shawn challenged him
with a confident smile.
Connor pursed his lips knowing he couldn't back down. He strutted to the area
in question smiling when nothing happened. Suddenly he fell forward, his eyes
were filled with fear as he climbed to his feet. "I must have tripped over
something," he lied, quickly scurrying from the spot.
Faith would have burst out in laughter if she hadn't been so focused on Shawn.
The blonde's breathing was growing ragged. "Dr. Williams?" She questioned, the
cameras turning to the shivering blonde.
"Execute me," Shawn whispered. "Spare me from the slow torturous death," she
recited. "It isn't just one voice pleading it is many. There is something else
lurking here," she tried to explain as one of the camera lights blinked off.
"Justine, keep filming," Althea nervously instructed. "Forget it Ronnie, we'll
get what we can and call it a night," she calmly instructed the young
cameraman who was about to run off to get a new battery.
Faith blew out a sigh of relief knowing that changing the batteries would be
futile. The only thing she cared about was finishing and getting Shawn away
from the bad energy that was obviously wearing on the blonde. Faith watched
for another agonizing hour as shadows lurked about and noises erupted from
what should be a quiet space.
"Cut," Althea wearily called out just as the second camera died. "Okay people,
it is after four time to call it a night. The talent has the day off; I need
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to go over the editing. We can do the post shots on Wednesday I'll call with
the times. Pack it up. Mary, thank you."
"I need a drink," Connor grunted as he brushed past the weary group.
"Ditto," Shawn groaned in agreement.
"The bar it is," Faith sighed with relief wrapping her arms around her tired
lover.
***
"Two fingers of Glen," Connor barked at the bartender.
"Have pity on us," Shawn pleaded knowing that the older man was ready to call
it a night. "A round of scotch and pints, please," she begged slapping a wad
of money down on the bar.
"We can sleep in," Faith reassured her as the group grabbed up the drinks and
vied for a spot by the fireplace.
"Shawnie you're not looking quite right," Connor noted before downing his
scotch and waving for another round.
"Back to back shoots," Shawn wearily explained. "How is your knee?"
"Fine, nothing happened," Connor lied. "So, just over worked or is it a lack
of sleep that has you wrung out?"
"Bite me," Shawn grumbled.
"I believe that post has been taken," he teased as Faith glared at him. "Got
your magnets aligned did you Charlie?"
"Do I want to know what he is referring to?" She questioned her lover who was
still glaring at Connor.
"Nope," Faith retorted dryly. "So Connor gotten clumsy all of a sudden or did
something happen back there?"
"I tripped," he muttered.
"Yeah or were pushed," Faith snickered.
"Bloody hell," Connor snorted indignantly. "I will never go on camera
admitting that, but yes, something pushed me. What happened to you Charlie you
seemed a might skittish?"
"Something pulled my hair," Faith shrugged. "I'm glad Althea pulled the plug.
I wasn't looking forward to going back tomorrow. Maybe we can get some rest
before going home."
"I hope so," Shawn yawned finishing off her drinks. "I think I need to be up
to par for the Pines shoot. I'm not looking forward to it."
"Neither am I," Faith agreed brushing aside Connor's offer for another round.
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