urban-fantasy-demons

It happened as it always did, swallowing her swiftly and completely. Intense. Painful. Quick, vivid colors spun beneath her eyelids. Sounds were sharp inside her skull. Fire shot up through her bones. She may have been screaming and she wouldn__ have known. There was smoke in her nose, thick and black, and she couldn__ breathe. It stung her eyes and licked at her skin. Wood and metal crashed down as skin blistered and popped and she knew this wasn__ her, knew it was someone else, someone with a bigger body, bigger boots and darker jeans, and big ol_ hands with scars on the fingers. Men__ hands. Nails blunt and dirty with oil and grease and burning and- The cars were on fire. Paper burned and curled and rags ignited, the cement floor pockmarked by flash fires. Meat withered in her nose and she realized it was her. Him. Dancing embers blackened and burned bone. He screamed and she hoped she was not. He writhed and she really hoped she was not. He was dying, dead, and-

__hat the hell happened? I keep replaying everything and returning to the point where you held a dead man__ head in your hand and a sharp bloody knife in the other. That wasn__ the Katie I knew from college.