Samantha watched Christian as he moved around the room, amazed that even in the midst of this blood and gore, surrounded by death; he still had the ability to make her lose sight of everything but him.  She watched him move, remembering everything.  The feel of his arms around her, strong hands holding her wrists down as his sweet mouth tasted hers before moving on to explore her body.  The way he felt as he moved between her thighs, holding her tightly as she wrapped herself around him, face buried in his neck, fingers digging into his strong back.   Her eyes closed involuntarily, and her breathing grew heavier, she could smell his scent lingering in the air where he had been standing next to her a minute before.<br/><br/>She was so caught up in the memory, so lost in him, that it took a moment for her to realize what she was hearing.  A childlike voice was calling to her from somewhere inside the home.  Nothing more than a whisper really, she seemed to be able to hear it more clearly when she didn’t focus on it.  This was nothing new really, she found that the dead often spoke in whispers although she wasn’t really sure why.  When they wanted to they could scream even louder than the living.  What was concerning however, was the fact that she hadn’t attempted to make any type of contact.  It was extremely rare for them to make first contact.  Past experience had shown her that they were capable of doing so, but first contact normally indicated a very powerful entity and those very rarely turned out to be friendly.<br/><br/>She glanced over at Christian, unable to see what he was stuffing into the small bag.<em>“Can you hear that?  Something is calling me Chris, it’s whispering.  I haven’t tried to make contact yet.  There is too much here that is still unknown, too much that doesn’t make sense for me to be willing to risk it, but it seems that someone wasn’t willing to wait.  We have to find it, we have to go now.  I’ll explain the rest, well what I can of it in a minute.”</em>Samantha’s words came out in a jumble.  Her mind was racing a million different directions at once, the whispering in her head becoming maddening.  She turned and raced off down the long hallway towards the stairs.<br/>