**A/N I am so sorry, but the past couple of months have been a rollercoaster ride that has only now stopped. I hope you enjoy this chapter, if anyone is still reading! please ignore spelling mistakes, I don't have a spell checker. As always review and any questions I will answer at the bottom of the next chapter. Enjoy-Kiera**

Lisa opened her eyes and forgot what she was doing on the floor in the first place, or even where she was. It was soon cleared up when she felt the coldness of the bathroom tiles against her bare arms. She felt and pain on her forehead and when she felt it her fingertips came away red and wet. Slowly she got to her feet, using the sink to pull herself up. Lisa took a long look at her reflection, her mascara had rubbed off giving the impression of dark circles under her eyes. She frowned and washed her face, cleaning her cut forehead in the first place. She tried to remember what had happened, but couldn't. Then she remembered she was suppose to have an interior designer come over. Cursing under her breath she dragged the bathroom cabinet open and searched for something to cover her forehead with. Lisa was reapplying her make-up when the doorbell rang and she rushed to answer the door, only now noticing how sore her neck felt. The designer was a young women dressed in a knee lenght brown skirt and jacket. She smiled at Lisa and extended a hand.

"Miss Varon? I'm the interior designer. We spoke on the phone."

Lisa nodded and shook her hand. "Yes, please come in. What did you say your name was?"

"I didn't. It's Kenda Connors."

Skills? If they where going to get skills Riana prayed that her's not be premonitions. She didn't want to go through anything like that ever again. She could still see the images everytime she closed her eyes. Lenore had explained the whole internet thing and Riana hoped to god her's wasn't premontions.Anything else she could handle, but not that. She hadn't told Lenore, or Amber when she had called. Maybe she'd tell them on Wednesday when they met up. Riana looked at the damage around her and sighed. How was she going to explain this to the insurance company? Please god, not premonitions. It still felt like something from the twilight zone. She didn't quiet understand it, but whatever forces where putting this whole thing together, Riana trusted. She picked a brush from the kitchen and was sweeping the glass into a pile, she heared it then. That in-between voice, calling her name like something from a horror movie. Long and drawn out.

"Riana McKie." it whispered, so close that it seemed right next to her, but far away at the same time. She dropped the brush and listened.

"Riana McKie. Now."

She got to her feet and slowly headed upstairs, that's where it was taking her. Into the bathroom where she stopped by the sink. It was full, the whispering increased but the words where now running together. Riana's eyes where fixed on the water, an unseen drip made the water ripple. Her arm felt funny, like it was falling asleep and then it was hoovering over the water, but she didn't remember moving it there . "One who is level." she muttered, the words spinging to her brain from nowhere and then it happened.

The feeling had spread to her palm and the water shot up, straight from the sink and hitting Riana's hand. She jerked her hand back and the water fell back into the sink.

"Did I?" she asked herself, not finishing the question. Instead she put her hand back over the water, and waved it, left to right. The water followed, splashing over the edge of the sink. Riana waved the other way and once again the water moved. It was her skill, her gift.

Lisa was biting her nails nervously and rubbing her sore neck as Kenda sketched furiously with a stub of a pencil.

"So, you said you wanted something modern, but not silver and shiny for the kitchen." Kenda said, trying to make sure she had everything right.

Lisa nodded. "Nothing cold."

"Right."

The house had felt cold ever since Kenda arrived and she got the feeling Lisa was on edge about something, but it wasn't her job to ask. Her job was to design and that was what she was going to do. Lisa walked around Kenda while she drew, looking over her shoulder to see the work. She was glad to have someone else in the house. Finishing her sketch, Kenda tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and straightened up.

"Here's what I've got so far, see what we could......"

She stopped mid-sentance, it had said her name. Lisa hadn't heard it, she was looking at the drawing. There was something else too, the sound you sometimes got just when you turned the televsion on, a static electrical sound, only louder. A horrible dread filled Kenda, her and Lisa weren't alone.

"Kenda Connor. Now. You must."

"Is everything ok?" Lisa asked.

"No." Kenda replied truthfully.

It was there, she could tell, she could feel it and it was moving.

"We have to get out of here. Now."

"But why? what's going on? this is my house!"

She didn't pay attention to Lisa, she grabbed her arm and began pulling her out of the room. They stopped in the hallway, Lisa had used all her weight to hold Kenda back and she was a strong women.

"What the hell is going on?" she deamanded.

"I can't explain, it's just....."

Lisa suddenly gagged, cluthed at something round her neck and fell to her knees. It had got her. Her eyes bludged and if she could of screamed, she would have. Kenda dived foreward and her hands went to Lisa's neck. That's when it happened, her hands twitched, like they where in spasm, a burst of electricity shot from both of them and hit the thing on Lisa. For just a split second it illuminated the unseen force and kenda saw part of the thing that she was suppose to protect people from. It was rotting, that's all she saw. Grey rotting flesh with a metal tinge. It disappeared from sight once more and Lisa took a deep breath. Only now was Kenda aware of the incredible itch in her hands.

"Ok, now I believe you. Let's go." Lisa said breathlesly.

She didn't move, she was too busy looking at her hands. Her skill, her gift.