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Wilona had no idea
when she went to bed that night, she would be ripped out of sleep by a true seeing. See Wilona is a witch, one of many that stay hidden from normal humans. Many have powers that are beyond anything would ever imagine a person could have. In the past they were hunted almost to extinction. So they stayed in hiding.
But Wilona knew she had to talk to someone about the vision. She was not a detective. She had no idea how to go about solving crimes. And she had also had a feeling...something less concrete then a vision... that a detective was going to play a large role in solving these murders.
For it wasn't just anyone she saw killed. It was one of her coven members Trina. And if the vision came true, she would be the third witch killed in as many months. |
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Squinting over at her clock, she saw it was 2 am. "At least there won't be many people out and about to point at me and ridicule me she though".
She decided to dress in her favorite steampunk outfit, with her sacred keys of wisdom in her pocket. The police wouldn't realize they were talisman's to protect her from evil, and well, she always felt better in the clothes. |
After she arrived at the station, told why she was there, and put in an office to wait, she had no idea the argument going on in the hall about her. Wilona might have walked right back out again had she known.
"Why do you want me to talk to her captain? I'm tired, I've worked 12 hours today trying to solve these murders, and I don't have the time..."
"I don't care what the fuck you don't think you have the time for Butch, if there is even a slim hope that this could be a lead, I want you to listen to her. |
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Pulling open the door, Butch stuck his hand out getting ready to greet "the psychic." He found her asleep in the stiff chair that suspects sat in when they grilled them. 'What is that she is wearing?' Hesitant to wake her despite his urgency he was talking about just moments ago to the captain. He felt...something... She was petite, yet curvy under those clothes. And Butch felt something stir he hadn't felt in a very long time...attraction. |
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Quickly he got the basic facts from her. Name. Address. Phone number. Then he asked about her vision. "I'm a psychic, and I have dreams that come true unless something is done to prevent them. This dream was about....Trina. A wit... woman I know. I saw her dead in an alley. Her throat had been cut, but I saw very little blood on the ground. I didn't see any other signs of struggle. No bruises, no marks, and the weirdest thing was, I swear she had a smile on her face..." |
"Let me get this straight. You saw this happen in your dream. Are you sure you saw this in a dream and not, well, in real life? Out a window? Or why some guy you knew jacked this lady and did her in?" ...
...as she turned to go in a huff, Butch grabbed for her to ask her what that last part was all about. And everything changed, for Butch touched her skin to skin. Their emotions were riding high, and the attraction that was simmering despite the anger blossomed into a full grown shared vision. Winona had heard of people sharing visions before, but she had never experienced on before. And definitely not one that involved being fucked so hard up against her dresser, the drawers were coming open. |
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