: Out of timeby MhalachaiNote:
A movement in four pieces, in drabble and double drabble length. I am using the events in Blue Moon as the basis for my drabbles. Set after Incubus Dreams
: Laurell K. Hamilton owns all things Anita Blake. I am but borrowing the characters for a brief time and shall return them intact at the end.I
I fell back, gasping, scrambling for my silver cross. My gun was empty, I'd already used my holy water, and I couldn't find a prayer to stop this thing.
Edward was motionless on the floor, bloodied. He was either dead or near to it. He couldn't help me.
I knew the demon was on the other side of the locked door. I could feel it like tar on my skin, only a thin sheet of wood between us.
When Edward and I had gone in, we didn't know there was a demon. We thought it was the usual vampires. But these vampires had a purpose: looking for evil, true evil. They found it.
The vamps were dead, but it was too late. The demon had crossed over from wherever demons come from, and it was hungry.
My cross was gone. I cowered against the window, praying with all my might, but it wasn't enough. "Please, God, please, let the sun rise early, please," I whispered as the closed door between me and this thing splintered from another blow.
But there are some things that even God can't do. The door fell apart, and I screamed.
I was out of time.