Helena "Lena" Emberbloom
"Say goodbye, as we dance with the Devil tonight..."
Lena rubbed her eyes,
"Probably a good idea," she said, "I'm going home if you need me."
She finished off her food and got up. She walked outside and down the streets to her small home. She walked inside and sat down heavily on the bed.
Hmm, your friend's suspicion is a set back, but it won't hinder us long, my dear, the voice whispered.
"Shut up," Lena whispered, her voice shaking, "I know what you're after. I won't do it. You can't make me."
"Can't I?"
Lena gasped as the voice, instead of talking in her head, actually spoke though her mouth. It sounded deeper than her normal voice and not like her at all.
"No! Stop it!" Lena said.
"You only delay the inevitable and prolong your own suffering by fighting me," the voice said.
Lena gave a tiny cry of pain as another headache shot through her. She laid down on the bed and curled up into a ball. She tried to chase the voice out of her head, but again it proved futile.
"Stop it. Please," she whispered. Her voice sounded slightly strangled.
The voice didn't reply, but somewhere she knew it was laughing.
Sleep, sweetheart. It will all be over soon, it whispered, back inside her head once more. Then before she cold reply it knocked her out cold.
