Dannie stared up at the red sky, watching the clay-colored clouds float past her. What the hell? She groaned as she sat up. Her body ached, but it was more annoyance than anything else. Dannie looked around her, hugging her knees to her chest. The land around her was all too familiar. Iztal. She was in Iztal. Dannie swallowed at the implications of what being there meant. She was dying. Dannie knew that much. So the fact she went there meant she was more deabru than anything else? Could she go back to earth and if she could, would she have to possess someone to do it?
Jarret led Dannie up into one of the buildings, to the top floor. She wasn’t sure what she’d expected from a demon lord’s apartment, but certainly not warm and homey. Decorated in whites and grays with wood and glass furniture, that screamed ‘I’m rich.’ Dannie started to relax until she saw the man in the corner. Tall, athletic, he too had that ‘I’m very wealthy’ look to him only it came along with a sense of arrogance.
“Apparently to save the demon race,” Dannie told him. “Naberius claims he wants to find a peaceful co-existence in this world as werewolves have. He says what Laina did to me is the key. If I tell him what I know about Laina’s spell, it would allow them to survive.”“I see,&rd
The gruff lyrics of Marilyn Manson’s rendition of Tainted Love thrummed through Dannie as she swung around the pole. She twisted her body, letting it slide along the length of the metal bar in time with the music. It was only in these moments did she ever feel truly alive and at peace with herself. It made up for all the other crap she had to deal with.
“So,” Kandrea said after a moment of silence, again glancing at Dannie. “What’s your story? Who is Dannie Mason, really?”Dannie snorted. “Really?”
Dannie passed through Otsoa towards her parents’ house. The little town wasn’t much. There were just a few locally owned stores and the basic public services like a school or fire station. Every building had that dusty, worn down, Wild West look to them. It was a setting perfect for Eastwood or John Wayne to come swaggering down Main Street with a six-shooter on their hip.
Lee walked up onto the platform. Her dark, almond eyes jumped to Dannie. Instinct kicked in. Her eyes widened then narrowed as her body tensed. She took a breath through her nose, let it out, relaxing. Dannie gave her a grimaced half-smile in apology. Lee dipped her chin in a nod before focusing on Dannie’s dad. “Praetor, everything is ready to begin.”Her dad leaned back in his chair, nodded as he rubbed his chin. “Then proceed. Thank
The pungent stench of rot hit Dannie as the dust-filled breeze ripped around her. She held up a hand to defend herself not only of the smell but the dust. It stung her eyes, making them water, and filled her nose and mouth with grit. When the breeze died Dannie lowered her hand and looked around. She wasn’t in her bedroom anymore but in a dull, red-hued landscape. If Dannie had to guess what Mars would look like this would be it.She stood on a cliff wi
The infirmary was halfway between the main entrance of the house and the gym. It was a good-sized room with white walls and white tiled flooring. It had one of those beds you see in hospitals, the ones where you can adjust about everything, in the far right corner with a nightstand against the wall, tucked in the corner and a railing along the top that allowed a ten by ten section of that part of the room to be curtained off.