All the characters belong to Lisa Jane Smith, the usual thing you'll here other and other again. I am writing this story not as a copy of any of her work, not the Night World trilogy, no other. This one is as an influence of L. J. Smith's work and of the other side of our selves the creatures that lure in the night. Please don't judge too harshly of this story having nothing to do with her work, but view it as an expression of something that is not understandable, but a way to open the night world to each of us…
"The Night World isn't a place. It's all around us. It's a secret society of vampires, werewolves, witches, and other creatures of darkness that live among us. They're beautiful and deadly and irresistible to humans. Your high school teacher could be one, and so could your boyfriend." L. J. Smith, Night World.
The Healer would be an opposite and the other half of the Night World, it's a world which is lead in the day light, of life and death and not even the magical creatures can help to save our hearts and mind…
"Play with them, make them suffer, but not allow them to slip. You must save them." a rule of a true healer.
The Healer
Prologue
A girl with long blonde hair was sitting in a mental unit, on the floor. It was a habit she picked up from the time of being a small child afraid of the big world.
She shivered, it was another warm day at this prison of one sort. A mental prison, where they keep you locked up, pinch you up with drugs, go through your thoughts and then expect you magically to recover. They only made normal people sick… like her.
She was there because… but don't need to go there yet, that's a thing she learnt here. Maybe these hospitals weren't that bad.
She stopped herself rocketing, 'no need,' they said. But they were far away, locked from her, behind her room's door. She took a quick look at the door, the only face there belonged to her: pale and afraid.
She couldn't see the surprise in Doctor Benjamin's eyes, when her eyes went up to his, as if she could see him through the thick window of the door…
Strekoza: the usual thing is to ask for reviews, but I wouldn't do that today (if you wish you can do as you please). People have not curable illnesses, animals die… Today I saw a bird with a broken wing and no way of helping it… We are standing now as a lot of years before, not able to help others.