Gleaming red eyes peered from the door of a massive stock house, searching
its surroundings for possible prey. It new needed stronger prey to placate
its raging hunger, spirits who were determined to return to life. A pearly
figure flitted accross its range of sight. The creature bounded off, a
silent roar escaping its gaping mouth.

***************************************************************************

Catherine Barton woke with a start as the terror of her premonition receeded
until it was merely a dull ache, a sudden need for something sane, for
something of this world and not of the next.

A street lamp shone in the distance as rain pummeled the old canvas roof of
her tent, a soothing rhythm.

Catherine drifted back into the realm of sleep as it overtook her still
racing mind, and she descended into the deeper pits of the unknown.
Though she forgot her premonition, the burning crimson eyes of the great
daemon stayed, haunting her dreams through inpenatrable darkness.

**************************************************************************

woo hoo!! the third chapter... short, but it works!!