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Her astral body zoomed away. Fannie had made no conscious command to leave but
it did anyways. The creature she’d locked eyes with was a demon. A real demon. One
who was in possession of another’s body.
Demons scared the shit out of her. As far as Fannie was concerned, the only thing
worse than a demon was an angel. As an astral projection she could see all things. It
sounds good to most people the idea of being able to see the truth of all things, but in
reality, it sucked ass.

Fannie could see ghosts and demons and angels and vampires and so many other
things people dismissed as bullshit. It took all Fannie had to send out a message she
was harmless to those who lived outside of the normal lives of humans.
Brother Tomas taught Fannie to leave the supernatural to the supernatural. It was
best that way. What he failed to tell her, and her other teacher did, was Brother
Tomas was feared among the ones who lived on the fringes. Brother Tomas was a
powerful entity. One even the angels feared, and angels don’t fear anything or anyone.
They are creatures of God, but they stay as far from Brother Tomas as they can.
A shiver worked its way up Fannie’s spine. At least it did in her empty human form.
The sight of the demon inside a person always horrified Fannie. It was why she had
Esmerelda.

Seems demons are afraid of cats. They can’t enter a body if it is guarded by a cat and
Ezzie guarded Fannie’s body so well it sometimes took an effort for Esmerelda to
recognize Fannie’s own astral self. The cat had issues that was for sure. However,
Fannie would have a body to go back to when this was all over.

The scent intensified. Once Fannie found an aura she was searching for, it never left
her. She could find it anywhere in the world. And this aura was powerful. More so
than a normal human. Fannie let her astral self flow along the scent. Let it carry her to
its owner on the other side of the country.
Fannie almost squealed when she saw who the scent belonged to. It was none other
than Drake Lords. Perhaps the sexiest man alive. Fannie adored Drake. Watched all
his movies. Drooled when her father introduced them when Fannie was in the throes
of puberty.

Fannie wished her body was here so she could reach out and touch him. Grab a bit of
his awesome butt. Her fantasies over Drake had led to many a late night or even late
afternoon session with her vibrator.

Something stopped her. Made her move away. Drake’s aura was different. It
possessed a golden hue. An undulating undertone of the scent she followed. The scent
of an animal coated in the aroma of sex.
Drake stopped talking to the members of Congress. For one intense moment, Drake
looked at her. Sniffed with his nostrils and turned to follow her as she floated around
the inside of this chamber filled with people and cameras. When she stopped, he