Her dreams were filled with fear and madness, haunted by an evil that teased and mocked. She woke to darkness hours later, the silk shirt twisted about her body and damp with sweat. Blinking the sleep from her eyes, she stared at the night-held room.
Something about the stillness told her she was alone, and her heart skipped several beats. But that wasn't what she feared. No, there was something else...
Like a siren's song, the call whispered through her mind, urging her into action.
Frightened, yet unable to resist the pull of the call, she threw aside the blankets and rose. Walking unsteadily across the room, she pushed the curtains to one side and stared out.
Darkness held the city in its grip. The clock tower down the street chimed four times, and the street below was silent, empty.
Then the shadows moved.
Flinch. Smiling confidently at her, sure of her response.
Come to me.
