The Guardian of the Truth

The super market is empty. Not a single soul to hear her scream. Cold fingers clutch at her throat, squeezing the last of her breath from her cold body. She tries to fight back with all of her strength but she is already weak from lack of oxygen. She sobs as she feels the life drain from her. At least the baby is safe. That was all that mattered. And as darkness floods her vision, she could almost hear the pitiful crying of the child. She calmly succumbs to the numbness entering her body, for she knows that her murder will never get his hands on the child.

Marcy gasps awake, shivering in the cold.

'What a weird dream' she thinks to herself. As she gets out of bed and trudges to the bathroom she cant help but feel like something is wrong, a fuzzy eerie feeling in the back of her mind. Even under the blistering shower, she can't shake the goosebumps on her arms. Marcy stomps downstairs with a heavy weight on her shoulders. She looks out the window to find a ferocious snow storm. She groans, she has work tonight. How is she supposed to get there? She sighs and settles down at the table with a steaming cup of coffee. She glances at the clock and almost chokes on her drink. It is already four o'clock and she has to work at six. She quickly runs upstairs to get ready. Shoot. She forgot that she has to run to the super market to pick up the cake for her nephews birthday party tomorrow. She scowls at the swirling snow through her window,

"Don't suppose you could stop anytime soon, could you." The wind screams in response. Marcy's scowl deepens,

"Great."

The snow is falling even harder as Marcy pulls into the vacant parking lot of the super market. She finds this a little eerie, but she HAS to get the cake. So she marches through the slush snow and into the store. She shivers and blows onto her hands to warm them. She glances around to find the bakery, there isn't a soul in sight. A chill runs down her spine but it has nothing to do with the cold. A sleeping baby lies in the middle of the floor completely naked except for a diaper. Marcy runs to the child and scoops him up wrapping her coat around him to keep him warm. The baby opens his eyes and stares at her with admiration. Marcy gasps aloud, the babies eyes are so blue and so bright they glow. He grin's and coos at her, showing off his very sharp and pointy teeth. The baby's ears are pointed at the ends, poking through tufts of golden hair. Marcy is so shocked that she almost drops him. She stifles a sob as the baby snuggles deeper into her coat. Even though the child isn't human, Marcy feels a connection to him, and a sense of love and protection. She looks around once more and calls out,

"Hello? Is anyone there? I have a child without a mother. Please someone! Help!"

A dark figure zips by at the back of the store, making Marcy's heart jump in her throat.

"H-hello?" She stammers, "Please, if you're there, come out." A dark laugh rings out through the store, bouncing off the walls making it seem the voice came from everywhere.

"Why what a pretty picture we got here, an innocent mortal holding a fey child." The voice remarks. The laughter rolls off the walls surrounding Marcy and the child. Although Marcy quakes with fear she stands her ground masking her fear with courage.

"Who are you?" She snaps. A figure steps out of the darkness in the back of the store. Dark brown hair stands as spikes over his sharp features. He peers at her with bright yellow eyes that glow like cats eyes. He wears a black long sleeve shirt that hugs his ripped arms. With black ripped jeans, and black combat boots he looks like a super model gone goth. He smiles at her showing sharper and pointier teeth than the child. Marcy gasps, he is terrifying.

"You can call me a demon, beautiful." He chuckles. She bolts to the door and races across the lot to her car. She places the babe inside the car and locks the doors. She rips out her phone and calls an orphanage located at the nearest church.

"Hello? There is an abandoned baby locked in a car. He needs help! Come as soon as you can!" She hangs up and runs back to the store, hoping to distract the demon man coming after the child. Although she has no idea who the man and the child are, she knows that the child needs to be protected from the man with glowing eyes. The demon is prying the doors open as Marcy runs toward him at full speed. His eyes widen as she slams into him knocking them both inside the store. The man shoves her off and wraps his cold hands around her neck.

"That was a big mistake girl!" He spits at her," Now you will have to pay with your life!" Marcy tries to scream but nobody is there to hear her.

"You will never get the child!" She croaks," He is being taken to a church right now, and you cannot step into a church without disintegrating, demon!" He glares down at her and squeezes her throat harder, sucking out all of the air left in her body. She tries to kick and punch him, but she is weak from lack of oxygen. Although her mind is fuzzy with weakness, a strong feeling of deja-vu washes over her. Marcy's vision starts to blacken, she stops fighting and lets the darkness take over. At least the child is safe, that is all that matters. Marcy calmly succumbs to the numbness entering her body, for she knows that her murder will never get his hands on the child.