~Beaufort, South Carolina. Earth. The Past~

"Nothing but the blood of..."
"Don't say it. We know he's not here."

The Witching Hour. The time of ill deeds. After midnight it had nothing to do with letting it all hang out but something far worse. Bad Mojo.

Against a tombstone in the southern cemetary Shawna swayed, feeling ill at ease and ill at rest.

She had felt that way since the Shadow Man became more prominent in her dreams.

The dark whispers in her mind made it hard for her to deceive the subtle changes that were taking place.

In another place, another town, almost another world it seemed Shawna could close her eyes and catch of glimpse of a golden haired glory girl. A goddess on earth. Venus in disguise.

A flicker movement of eyes behind closed lids and another glimmer of a slick man with a hat crooked to the side and a dangerously playful light to his eyes. The Devil Incarnate or perhaps just a Smooth Operator.

Another... the outline of a man. Her fingers stretched as if to push the haze away from the vision but it left the vision to dart away as Shawna did something ever so classy and southern.

Shawna swooned.

The chanting stopped and she heard the whisper in the trees as she opened her eyes to stare up at the stars.

Night after night those soft dark eyes were bleeding crimson ruby shine.

Night after night fate and destiny seemed to cord. She flinched as the stars above seemed to snap like cameras going off and she shielded her eyes.

Shawna felt nothing more then crowded. Crowded and Suffocated.

"You'll forgive me one day..."

A whisper. A promise. A token breathed in the night.