In the depths of a dream, Jon and Karyn played, surrounded by vibrant forest. They chased one another, leaping and yelping happily. The sun shone down on their lupine bodies, and neither could be happier now that they had found the perfect mate
He awoke before sunrise, finding Karyn still asleep across his chest. He took in the sight of her with new perspective, saw her not only as his longtime friend and confidant, but as a beautiful woman, one whom had offered a priceless gift: her love.
Jon wondered about the future, thought it brighter perhaps than it already was, permanently intertwined with the lovely girl who trustingly rested with him.
He leaned down to kiss her forehead, causing her to stir just a little. He brushed her hair as she cuddled to him once more. Groggily, she opened her eyes. God, he thought, she's even beautiful in the morning.
"Mmm. Sleep well?" she asked, in a weakened morning voice.
Jon blinked, lost in thought as he absorbed her radiance.
"Jon?"
"Yes."
"That's good. Man, I had this fantastic dream "
"I mean, yes. I want to do it."
A slow, wide smile crept across Karyn's face. "You you mean "
Jon replied with a deep kiss. "I love you, Karyn, and I want to be your mate."
The first wish had sealed the room from encroaching light; the second, from unwanted intruders.
Zoe grinned at the cruelty of her third wish. She thought of Heath, imagined the young vampire grimacing in agony as his mouth, tongue, and voice box froze into position when he next tried to tell someone of her intent.
Were she still a mortal Wiccan, she might have felt a slight twinge of guilt. But she had no need for morality or Karma now. She was Damned, condemned to darkness and the mire of evil. She would survive, and not only swim, but rise above and mold the depths to her liking.
In the secluded darkness of her room, the young demoness pondered her next move. Subtle changes for right now, she thought. The grandiose vengeance would come soon enough. If she was truly a demoness, she had more than ample time to plot.
She thought of hundreds of subtle changes she could bring to herself, or to others. Names of everyone who had ever wronged her flowed through her mind; she mulled over a fitting revenge for each before moving onto the next.
She rested within a cocoon of magickal power, shielded from any who might break through her primary defenses. When she would wake the next night, her ultimate measures would commence
