This woman must be crazy. Prophecy, haven, apocalypse, what the hell is she talking about?
"You'll believe me as soon as you let me kill you," she said impatiently.
I almost choked on the coffee I was sipping. "Okay, I think you need to leave now." No matter how hot this chick was, I wasn't into the whole crazy business. She was obviously getting pissed. If looks could kill, I'd have been dead a thousand times over. But whatever. This chick was insane.
"I'd kill you now, but Adam says you need to die willingly."
"Riight..." I said. "The centaur from another world." I was so done with this. "Look," What was her name again? Alice, Ariel? "Alliera, was it?" Her hazel eyes bore into me. "Tell you what. You bring this Adam guy--thing--to me, and you can do whatever you want." I silently congratulated myself for my smug remark.
It was wet and cold and I was tired. My muscles ached from spending all day being tossed around the back of an ambulance. She was blocking my exit, so I made a move to push past her.
Strangely, I didn't feel anything. Weird. She must have moved aside at the last second. It was dark, and I couldn't tell.
"I don't think you want to go that way," she said from behind me.
"Whatever." I turned to give her my best smart-ass sayonara wave. When I turned back towards the street, I nearly lost my shit.
"What the fuck is that?!" I screamed like a little girl. Standing in front of me, literally inches away from my face, was a dragon. But it wasn't like a real dragon. It was a creepy, greenish ghost dragon-thing.
I nearly pissed myself.
"It's not quite the centaur you wanted, but I assume it's a fair substitute." She was the smug one now. Not wanting to turn my back on that thing, I walked backward into the recess of the alley. My hands lead me along the wet brick wall.
The only response I could give her was a whimper of pure, honest-to-god terror.
"Now if you'll excuse me," Alliera said tersely, appearing next to me without making a hint of a sound, "I believe you agreed to let me kill you."