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<strong>The</strong> <strong>Long</strong> <strong>and</strong> <strong>Storied</strong> <strong>Life</strong> <strong>of</strong> <strong>Jose</strong> <strong>Montoya</strong> 76he was not afraid. She sank to her knees <strong>and</strong> made a small incision across the scar from his bulletwound, <strong>and</strong> then bent her head <strong>and</strong> began to lick at the wound <strong>and</strong> the blood that flowed from it. <strong>The</strong>cut <strong>and</strong> her hungry licking were the most painful <strong>and</strong> the most pleasurable things <strong>Jose</strong> had ever felt, <strong>and</strong>he wanted her to stop <strong>and</strong> he wanted her never to stop. She looked up at him <strong>and</strong> licked her lips, <strong>and</strong><strong>Jose</strong> smiled down at her. She stood <strong>and</strong> flicked the knife. <strong>The</strong> motion was too fast to see, but the bladeleft a glowing trail through the air as it sliced through his skin above his left nipple. Again she bent <strong>and</strong>tasted his blood, <strong>and</strong> again it was the most terrible pleasure he had ever known. Her pace accelerated.<strong>The</strong> knife flashed over <strong>and</strong> over, each time opening a small new incision. Each continued to bleedunstoppably, <strong>and</strong> soon <strong>Jose</strong> was covered in his own blood <strong>and</strong> beginning to feel week. His whole bodywas burning with agony <strong>and</strong> with passion, <strong>and</strong> still Eudora would not stop her dive into the river <strong>of</strong>blood that was consuming him. He began to feel dizzy.A shape took form in the darkness <strong>of</strong> the room opposite <strong>Jose</strong>. A long red dress, then a hat withdancing ostrich feathers. <strong>Long</strong>, sensual gloves. <strong>The</strong> beautiful curve <strong>of</strong> a jaw bone just visible underthe wide brim <strong>of</strong> the hat. <strong>Jose</strong>'s heart wrenched: Of course, it was his beloved La Catrina. She glidedacross the room to <strong>Jose</strong>, <strong>and</strong> tipped her head slightly back so that he could see her under the hat. Hereye sockets were inky black, <strong>and</strong> far more hypnotic than the blue <strong>of</strong> Eudora's eyes could ever be;Eudora's eyes were mortal, after all, but these sockets had seen eternity.Eudora did not seem aware <strong>of</strong> La Catrina, <strong>and</strong> continued to hungrily lick at <strong>Jose</strong>'s blood. <strong>Jose</strong>briefly worried that La Catrina would be upset with him for this indiscretion, but her wide grin put himat ease. She reached up with a gloved arm <strong>and</strong> took <strong>Jose</strong>'s h<strong>and</strong> in her own. Underneath the glove herfingers felt substantial, <strong>and</strong> not at all skeletal. She pulled, <strong>and</strong> <strong>Jose</strong>'s body came free from the woodenframe to which Eudora had tied him. She continued backwards towards the darkness, pulling <strong>Jose</strong>along with her. His body was light, <strong>and</strong> all <strong>of</strong> the agony <strong>of</strong> Eudora's cuts was gone, but he was growingmore lightheaded with each passing moment. By the time she had pulled him to the blackness where