Writer Isaboe Blake used a pseudonym for all of her murder mysteries, and never turned a rough draft in.  The only person who had access to her novels was her publisher and her editor. On the television in her suite of rooms she saw the scene of her last book playing out in front of her.  The camera panned around and she noticed the page laying near the body, then a knock at the door followed by the announcement, "LAPD, we need to ask you a few questions."

He couldn't believe it was her.  She had been the one that got away.  He had been a fool to let her go but she was here and he was here and he needed to see her again.  He wanted to see if he could rekindle what he so foolishly let go.  He had been in her suite trying to talk to her when she stopped and went white as a sheet.  The knock on the door had him standing ready to place himself in the background and out of the way.

Would she see it?  Could she understand?  Would she like it?  She had to like it.  He had done it for her after all.

An accident brought the child to his world.  The Oracle claimed she was the light to reawaken a darkening world. Charged to protect her he found her blood calling to him weather it was her child like innocence or her all too alluring adult pull could he remain the ever dutiful protector?

Sleep never came easy for her.  Her earliest memories though suppressed haunted her every sleeping moment.  Childhood phantoms rose to choke the lore out of her.  Her childish fantasies threw a hero with the speed and strength of a god and the fangs of a demon into the mix.  She had transferred this roll onto her foster parents friend.  For every life threatening event that has happened to her she felt him always there, in the shadows.  Now the most sought after surgeon specalizing in cardiovascular and neurology she had been scouted by the top teaching hospital in the world and she was just the right person for the job.  The perks of this position were her ambitions realized.  The only hitch, is the result of her ambition wroth her life or the lives of the many?  Will her fantasy step from the shadows into the light of reality?

(This novel is raw draft with no edits as of yet.  Started for nano wrimo and not completed I continue it here for my own enjoyment.)

(New at this cellphone novel thing so bear with me.  I don't edit until a novel is completed.)

When you are young your parents tell you bedtime stories with big bad monsters that are ment to scare one into being a good child.   What would you do if as an adult you actually saw those very same things?  What if you we're one of them?