“Come to me.”
Instinct had me grabbing for the gate. I felt a strange current where ever I touched the metal. Things looked clearer, the light less dim. The shadows of the statues seem to be shrinking, less threatening.
“Shannon, honey, I need you. Won’t you come stand by me?”
My thoughts raced, if she touched the gate would whatever possessed her leave. I tried to remember the stories dealing with magic and metal. Something about cold iron canceling out magic. I hesitated, what if it made it worse.
I gripped the gate harder. “Babes I’m getting lonely by myself.” keep it light, I thought, flirt with her.
“Mac? What’s going on I don’t feel so good.” Shannon sounded like Shannon.
“Come stand beside me Babes. The fresh air will make you feel better.”
She took a couple of steps towards me. I started to relax when I noticed her eyes shinning red in the light. Her steps were a little off balance. Her stride brought her closer and she started to grin. That grin was more of a teeth baring snarl.
“That’s it Babes. Just a little farther and you will feel better.” I hope, I thought it but didn’t say it. I searched her face for the woman I knew and loved. Shadows danced hiding then revealing parts of her.
She leaned into me, her skin was icy. I started to let go of the gate. I wanted to wrap her in my arms and protect her. Something held me back, a warm trickle from the side of my neck.
“Shannon are you okay? Talk to me Babes.” Pain slammed into my body.
“The sacrifice is ready.” Her lips were wet. I felt my strength fading.
To Be Continued