The Worlds of BJ Myers

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He smiled at that, the dimples showing but not masking the dangerous vibe that still rolled off him like cheap cologne. "I was told you have good instincts...almost scary ones from what I hear."

She raised an eyebrow, "Look, Detective Durango, I could care less what anyone told you about me. I'm a simple substitute teacher."

He calmly put the wallet back into his pocket and said, "From what I hear, there's not much simple about you."

She sighed, not really feeling like crossing mental swords with him. She turned and walked back in the opposite direction. He didn't expect that and so she was almost to the door when he grabbed her arm. She stopped walking, ignoring the electrical thrill that coursed up her arm, and said very calmly, “Let go of my arm or end up on the pavement, your choice.”

He didn’t let go but said, “He said you were stubborn, but not this stubborn.” She eyed his hand that still firmly grasped her right upper arm and sighed. He wanted her to ask who the “he” was, but she was too tired to continue to play his silly game. It had been a long and emotionally exhausting day with her second graders.

Instead, she said again, “You have five seconds to let go or you’ll look really silly having a woman beat you to a pulp. Might even be the highlight of the crowd's night you never know. Marley doesn’t get many parking lot brawls.” .....

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The thing stopped snuffling and then smiled a strange smile full of small pointed teeth. That smile froze her blood and she tensed. He turned half way and said, "Little Stalker, little Stalker, come out, come out from wherever you are."

It turned towards her and spoke slowly, "I smell the blood of a natural Stalker. I haven't smelled that in too long." She took a step back. Sensor demons weren't usually able to speak. The higher level demons that hold their choke chains usually took that ability from them.

She circled away from the thing and then slowly appeared to it. Its head swiveled in her direction and the smile widened, revealing more small pointed teeth. "I welcome you, Stalker. I didn't know the prize that I let slip away earlier this night."

She bowed her head and said, "I did not realize who you were either, Sensor. As you know, you have a choice. I can take you back and then you will face the wrath of the Embassy. Killing the way you have in these woods will cause the attention of the humans. They have no need to learn of our existence."

The Sensor demon snorted. He licked his lips and she began to wonder just what she was dealing with. "I have no fear of the Embassy. Days are coming when they will be just a scab on the memory of this existence. Nor do I have a fear of you." He held the serrated knife up so she could see the handle. He was clearly proud of the notches that marched the length of the wood.

She clasped her hands behind her back and contemplated what he had said. When she didn't respond, the demon spoke again, "I have slaughtered almost all your kind, as though they were nothing more then flies. One more won't make a difference."

She wanted to laugh; there really wasn't another of her kind anymore. Instead she smiled slowly at him across the clearing. "Interesting, but I think you are mistaken on that count. There are no more of my kind."........

The Embassy, on the outside, was on ordinary office building with blue glass for its windows and doors.  If a human would happen to come across it, they would think they had stumbled across an ordinary office building, instead of the main keep of all that was magical in the world.  To the creatures that worked in the hubbub that was the Embassy, it was a many layered building that had one central corridor that led directly to the High Council Chamber.   The other departments of the Embassy were offshoots of that one very long corridor.  In reality, one didn’t have to walk far to get to wherever they were going.  Think it and after walking down the main corridor you would find yourself where you wanted to be in mere minutes.

Travesty now stormed down that corridor and soon found herself in front of Reaver’s door.  Without thinking, she kicked the door open and blinked as she was blinded by the brilliant light that bathed his inner chamber.  She cursed as she heard him chuckle.  Reaver was a member of the royal family from the Dream realm and like many from the lighter realms didn’t feel complete unless they were bathed in a continuous bright light.

She shielded her eyes until he toned down the light and said, “You have nerve, Reaver I’ll give you that.  You've only been on the council a fortnight and already you're making demands on a stretched Stalker department.”

 The light gradually disappeared and she stood face to face with the man.  She never liked dealing with the lighter realms, they were all too snooty and frankly never put up that much of a fight when she went to collect the bounty on their heads.  They would snivel and whine and plead to be brought before the council.  Reaver was a few inches taller then her own five foot seven inches and he oozed an oily charm that seemed to dazzle the senses of just about every female that came into his presence.  Well every female, except for Travesty.  That didn’t stop him from continuously trying though.  He smiled slowly at her, showing his dimples and raised a dark black eyebrow at her.  “I haven’t the faintest idea what you are babbling about my dear.”

She snorted and threw the piece of parchment at him, “This is what I’m talking about you overstuffed fool.  We never overtly protect the humans and you well know it.”

He picked the parchment up and scanned it quickly, “Ah, I see what has got you all in a twist.  Unfortunately, as is your want, you didn’t fully read the whole order, my dear.”

She grabbed the sheet back from him and frowned, when she saw the last part that she hadn’t read before.  She shook her head and said, “That’s impossible.  There must be a mistake.”