Disclaimer: All characters belong to Christine Feehan, for she is the Queen, and I bow to her queenliness. No copy write infringement intended.
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Dark Night
by Pagaan Place
 

Maggie sat by her open window looking out into the dark moonlit night. She couldn't sleep again. Every time she tried, she had a horrible nightmare of women and children being hurt by a demon in the shape of a man. It looked like it had some flesh-eating disease with it's skin sloughing off it's body, dressed in what could only be 17th century clothing and deep red eyes that blazed like an angry demon. She couldn't believe this was actually happening somewhere but deep in her heart she knew that this monster lived, that this monster was real and hurting innocent people.

She had always been fey or at least that's what her grandmother called it. Her Grandmother also had the "sight" as it was called. She also had other gifts her grandmother told her not to use around those without them. That it frightened people when objects moved or appeared to move on their own. And that using the herbs and other medicinal plants was their only outlet for sharing these gifts. Although they have helped others without their knowledge.

Maggie sighed and closed the window, she was tired and worn out working at the Children's Museum in Sacramento. She adored the children and the work was not difficult, it was her Boss who was giving her trouble and she had a feeling he has a problem with the word "No".

He'd been trailing Maggie around the Museum interrupting her oration to her group of kids from one of the local elementary schools, with issues that could have waited after her group had finished their tour.

Maggie didn't like the smell about him. She could always tell good from evil no matter what the species. Evil had a foul odor that only she seemed to pick up on. And lately, her Boss has had that smell.

As she turned from the window, a voice whispered in her mind, "Come to me, come to me now".

Maggie with her heart beating at twice it's normal rate, replies, "Who said that, whose there?"

And what was that stench that she seemed to smell but she was really "smelling" it in her mind. An oily feeling came with the words, covered in the stench that was wafting through her brain. She wasn't sure what it meant.

Come to me now! said the voice, much more insistent with it's grating tone.

Maggie didn't understand but she knew that whatever was calling her was evil. She attempted to feel for him to determine where the scratchy noise of the evil being was emanating from.