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

Chapter two

They were beautiful, they looked down on us, but everything changed in one day.

It was on a day our last GCSE exam was held. I think it was French.

A block away from our school the shouts started. They were rising to screams and dieing to whispers. We all went along them to the place of action. It was as if all the town has gathered.

We all knew it, but didn't dare to believe in it.

One whisper made us all shiver 'witch'.

And Vera was in the middle of them standing as majestic as ever. The crowd was going to kill her there and then, if it weren't for Julie…

Julie stood before her, her arms stretched to the sides, protecting her.

"What the hell are you trying to do?"

"Are you also a witch?"

Questions from all the sides fired at Julie, she never got to answer them.

I think I was able to see a glance mentioned for someone in the crowd. We were able to see the cold determination in her face, her brown eyelashes reflecting the sunshine and her freckles in an annoyed expression on her nose.

Vera behind her, kneeling on the ground from people throwing things at her, she was surprised as us by Julie's help.

The noise stopped, we were all just looking at them. Their hair caught in the wind. Julie's like always a mess, when she was concentrating. Vera's in curls behind her, the wild strands of hair for once not put behind her ears.

Their violet eyes gazing on us in an expression of anger, frustration and acceptance, like strong believers accepting the suffering with dignity, only then I remembered they were sisters, by blood and by spirit. They were both born to be leaders. Maybe that's why we didn't accept Julie as one of us.

Julie stood there as if saying that if we accused her sister we were accusing her as well.

Some policemen arrived shouting for Julie to move and reading Vera's rights.

Rights? There must be a joke in those words or a cold irony of justice, the law as us, and maybe because it's us is prejudiced against the different ones.

There was some stirring in the crowd and an old man came out of it, his grey, long hair falling behind.

Julie exchanged glances with him and hanging her head down left.

"Our community has the right of not being persecuted because of our differences," the old man said, his grey eyes trustingly in law.

"Yeah?" the policeman said in a lazy, mocking manner, "but I guess you forget the letter mentioning for you to stop cutting people, just to save them."

"We are in absolute…" the man didn't finish as a heavy bat crushed against his old flesh. He fell to the ground.

I looked around to see where was Julie, by luck she was a few meters away from me. Her expression of pure horror. Next to her was standing a guy from our school, his hair just below his shoulder blades.

"You see," he said without filching, when watching the old man, "they don't care for people like us."

"Like us?" Julie was angry, "I'm not with you any more, they don't care? Somehow I don't see pity in your eyes."

"He is only a pawn in this game. But Vera should live. We decided on a plan to fight them, proving to stand for our beliefs if necessary."

Some people near the old man began to kick him.

"Sometimes it's better to sacrifice a few people to kill more."

"You mean save?" Julie's eyes contained unspread tears, "you forget the rule, play with them, make them suffer, but not allow them to slip. You must save them."

"Rules can be changed. We need to heal our scars as well. Are you with us or against."

"Like you say we're only pawns in this game and pawns can't choose the side they're on."

"But a pawn can become a queen reaching the end of the board, are you ready?"

Julie kept on looking at the man, her face no longer a face, expressionless with stone like features. Her freckles the first time seeming to not suit her at all, almost alien like.

There was a lightning, rain began to splatter.

Police took the old man and Vera in the car to put them in jail.

Julie's eyes silver colour, her hair as if white a few inches longer than the moment before.

"You should not have done that. We don't have the pleasure of choosing the destiny, although it may seem as if the power is in our hands, once or twice it sleeps. You know he will die anyway. You can feel it as I can."

"He deserves to die in peace and not in war."

The boy's eyebrows rose.

"Die and wake up the next day to see the war…"

Julie came back to what she was running away from.

Strekoza: A thing I should mention, by 'wake up the next day' I mean reborn into another life, sometimes I believe like others that we have more than just one life - there wouldn't be enough space for unborn spirits, even if there was in heaven…