Five minutes earlier...

I could hear her mumbling in the chamber just before us; it's all just what makes her so unique or peculiar; either way I wasn't leaving her – who isn't crazy in some fashion or another these days? The 'normal' ones are really the oddities.

"Talek... did all that really happen as she said?" Jensen asked somberly.

"Jen...err... I have no idea what went on...but... Danni has no reason to lie... at least I've no reason to believe her to... so, if she says it went down like the... then its probably so."

"I get why maybe I would have some anger issues towards the professor, he was quite the charmer for getting what he wanted from whatever hole that walked...err...gender be damned." Jensen scoffed.

He inadvertently grabbed my attention. "What does the professor have to do with anything...err... are you saying he plays... both fields?" I clarified, unassured to be truly affected by the fact of any surprise, I mean the guy made a move on myself one afternoon in study hall.

I had begun walking again to the entrance to the oddly glowing blue tint chamber.

"It didn't matter after I caught him with Blayke one late afternoon...err...they were doing some insane S&M crap... biting and lapping up at each other..." He uttered as he mimicked a barfing motion.

That sentence stopped me cold. I turned to catch his face; to perhaps to see that he was mistaken for he had seen; but the truth was written all over him.

"Were you with the professor anytime after the fact..."

Yet again, the same uneasiness splattered all over his boyish face.

"...err... I told you, what a charmer he could be..." his addition confirmed with a pat of sobby ovals.

So, is that how that power of his works? There must be an exchange of DNA of some sort to make his consorts to do whatever or whomever he chose. Blayke with the Professor; the Professor with Jensen... err... had the Professor also been with Ben that night the demon dog appeared?

The sense that dear brother had been near did break the barrier for the mutt to appear in all its' black goodness. Had the professor gotten another intimate session with him prior to myself; Danni, or even Ben's arrival? So many damn questions that needed to be solved in a timely manner; with such scarce time to binge on the details to gather anything else useful.

Quickly I remembered how intensely I'd imagined the thought of seeing Blayke dead; taking my own revenge; being my own savor; the pleasure that it would bring me to see him far beneath some dead area tainted by the very presence of his decaying pieces. The understanding sounded an alarm.

Is that how this bizarre thing happening to me... works... err... does the very thought of pain; anger; the unforgiven barricade of life-long depression jumping my bones at the drop of a hat or manifesting as easy as an ingrown hair can grow overnight; or could this all fall down to who may be causing my grief to summon this creature to appear?

"Talek..." his voice cooed near me.

"Talek... I think someone's in there with Danni... " Jensen warned.

I shook off the detective syndrome I had shortly fallen under, to acknowledge his concern as I continued forwards a few steps just passed the rocky chamber columns.

"Who are you talking to?" I asked as soon as I got a clear view of her and the empty room. She had been standing in protest as if she had been in a debate with someone who quickly vanished before. I could lay eyes on them.

She looked appalled by the question...glancing back to what appeared to be nothing more than an enormous mirror; the uneasiness bashed my insides to a pull as how odd of a place for such an extravagant piece of glass to be.

Retreating her apprehension as her long lashes slowly appeared to be remorseful of unnecessary expression. She brilliant smirked.

"I think the heat is just getting to me..." She playfully insisted.

Suddenly the mirror rippled virulently beside her as the comment rolled off her tongue and into my caring ear.

Two large shaped hands (covered in something that resembled molten tar) spliced through the placid surface (like that of child's bath time as fingers, one by one, would battle to breach; breaking the resting waters by their disturbingly fantasy sea creatures tentacles) reaching out towards an unsuspecting Danni smiling back at me.

My mouth began to form the cautionary vowels, as the razor nailed hands now bared attachments to ruby crusted forearms that moved in serpent like motions, extended the centimeters to fulfill its target. One sweep of a yank by an enclosed hand on her ankle and down she fell; hard; choking as the mist of dust enveloped her. She screamed out to me as she was effortlessly roped backwards and into the watery image.

I ran, panicked that my reach would not get to her in any faster time. The slight rub of her index finger to my right middle finger was cut to a second, as my head collapsed against the hard-counterfeiting plate; which felt more like crystal marble.

I bounced onto my cheeks as she disappeared into it... I scramble back to the clear mirror, only to beat onto it with every ounce of energy I could give it. Dannity was in there; within my reflecting anguish; gone!