Julie took a heaving breath, trying to get her wind back. She was amazed at herself, at how hard she hit Dirk, and the pure fury with which she fought him. Where had it come from?
She sighed. Chasing him was pointless, and she couldn’t bring herself to touch that staff. She looked over Demona, still paralyzed and groaning.
“You going to be okay?”
“No…staff…like sunlight…drained my power…couldn’t you…feel it?”
Julie shrugged, nodding slightly. She hated to ask the next question, feared the answer, but Demona was her only hope of stopping her demonic transformation. “What can I do?”
“Need…strength…”
Sat May 4 07:09:45 2002