back up the stressful, frightening slope
again.
"Is the thing really gone?" she asked.
"For now." He opened Alex's door. "Come on."
She followed and observed the signs of chaos that
went beyond a young boy's normal messiness:
books knocked onto the floor, the Captain Picard
poster lying on the bed, some of Alex's framed
soccer award certificates hanging askew on the
walls.
"Do you feel anything?" Damien asked. "See
anything?"
Reluctantly, she sent out tentative mental feelers as
she looked around the room. "No."
He held out his left hand. "Give me your hand."
"I don't know if I want—"
"Damn it, Kara, I know you're not a coward. Give
me your hand."
She took a deep breath, placed her hand in his, and
felt the static electrical shock of touching him.
"Now what?"
"Close your eyes. Use your other sight."
She closed her eyes, but she didn't want to tap into
that dark part of her that she had always despised,
that ability to see actual events in her dreams. She'd
worked at walling it up all her life.
In addition, the sexual energy from her physical
contact with Damien was slapping at her. Her body
tingled and her breasts felt heavy. She tried to pull
away, but he tightened his grasp.
"Just go with it, Kara. Ignore the physical
sensations, and focus on the non physical."
Resigned, she did her best to push away the sexual
energy; to open her senses to the other energies in
the room. In her mental vision, tendrils of gray fog
swirled and snaked, luring her deeper into an
unfamiliar dimension. The fog began to dissipate,
and she 'saw' Alex's room, only it was distorted, as
if she were looking at it through a camera lens.
A flash to the right caught her attention, a trail of
light in a zigzag pattern along the walls. It looked
similar the pattern Tinkerbell had made in Peter
Pan.
Then she realized the light was still moving, in
streaks that would end one place and then begin
again in a different location. There were also
flashes of light, these more like the pattern of light
made by fireflies at dusk in the summer. A faint
humming sound permeated her mind.
She tightened her grip on Damien's hand. "What's
happening?"
"Our energy link is allowing you to see what I see."
She was so startled, her eyes flew open, and the
images vanished. Instead, Damien filled her field of
vision, big and solid, dressed in a royal blue
sweater over black slacks. "You're conducting for
me?" she asked.
"No. The conductor/Sentinel link enables our
energies to merge, but this isn't a conduction. That,
as you know, involves the third eye, which all
humans have, but few can access. In a conduction,
the third eyes of both the Sentinel and the
conductor are activated, and the individual powers
of each are merged and then magnified
exponentially. You're not seeing through your third
eye right now, you're seeing through mine. There's
no expansion of energies through the chakras, and
therefore no magnification."
She should have realized that, from the simple fact
that the sexual surge was absent. She simply felt
the pull of the sensual energies that always
occurred when Sentinals and conductors were in
close proximity. "So what did I just see?"
"You saw the energy trail left behind by the entity.
Much the same way you see the remaining vapor
trails of jets in the sky. Because it was in spirit form
rather than physical, you won't see any clear
images. Did you feel anything dark or
threatening?"
"No," she said slowly, trying to recall what she'd
actually felt. "It didn't feel good or bad, it was
just... there."
"You'd have known if it was a Belian. The negative
energy would have been very strong. That's why I
believe this was a benign entity. Sometimes you
can also smell things, usually unpleasant."
She hadn’t noticed any odd odors, although now
she picked up Damien's scent—that same soap and
sandalwood blend that permeated his duster. He
smelled enticing, probably a side effect
again.
"Is the thing really gone?" she asked.
"For now." He opened Alex's door. "Come on."
She followed and observed the signs of chaos that
went beyond a young boy's normal messiness:
books knocked onto the floor, the Captain Picard
poster lying on the bed, some of Alex's framed
soccer award certificates hanging askew on the
walls.
"Do you feel anything?" Damien asked. "See
anything?"
Reluctantly, she sent out tentative mental feelers as
she looked around the room. "No."
He held out his left hand. "Give me your hand."
"I don't know if I want—"
"Damn it, Kara, I know you're not a coward. Give
me your hand."
She took a deep breath, placed her hand in his, and
felt the static electrical shock of touching him.
"Now what?"
"Close your eyes. Use your other sight."
She closed her eyes, but she didn't want to tap into
that dark part of her that she had always despised,
that ability to see actual events in her dreams. She'd
worked at walling it up all her life.
In addition, the sexual energy from her physical
contact with Damien was slapping at her. Her body
tingled and her breasts felt heavy. She tried to pull
away, but he tightened his grasp.
"Just go with it, Kara. Ignore the physical
sensations, and focus on the non physical."
Resigned, she did her best to push away the sexual
energy; to open her senses to the other energies in
the room. In her mental vision, tendrils of gray fog
swirled and snaked, luring her deeper into an
unfamiliar dimension. The fog began to dissipate,
and she 'saw' Alex's room, only it was distorted, as
if she were looking at it through a camera lens.
A flash to the right caught her attention, a trail of
light in a zigzag pattern along the walls. It looked
similar the pattern Tinkerbell had made in Peter
Pan.
Then she realized the light was still moving, in
streaks that would end one place and then begin
again in a different location. There were also
flashes of light, these more like the pattern of light
made by fireflies at dusk in the summer. A faint
humming sound permeated her mind.
She tightened her grip on Damien's hand. "What's
happening?"
"Our energy link is allowing you to see what I see."
She was so startled, her eyes flew open, and the
images vanished. Instead, Damien filled her field of
vision, big and solid, dressed in a royal blue
sweater over black slacks. "You're conducting for
me?" she asked.
"No. The conductor/Sentinel link enables our
energies to merge, but this isn't a conduction. That,
as you know, involves the third eye, which all
humans have, but few can access. In a conduction,
the third eyes of both the Sentinel and the
conductor are activated, and the individual powers
of each are merged and then magnified
exponentially. You're not seeing through your third
eye right now, you're seeing through mine. There's
no expansion of energies through the chakras, and
therefore no magnification."
She should have realized that, from the simple fact
that the sexual surge was absent. She simply felt
the pull of the sensual energies that always
occurred when Sentinals and conductors were in
close proximity. "So what did I just see?"
"You saw the energy trail left behind by the entity.
Much the same way you see the remaining vapor
trails of jets in the sky. Because it was in spirit form
rather than physical, you won't see any clear
images. Did you feel anything dark or
threatening?"
"No," she said slowly, trying to recall what she'd
actually felt. "It didn't feel good or bad, it was
just... there."
"You'd have known if it was a Belian. The negative
energy would have been very strong. That's why I
believe this was a benign entity. Sometimes you
can also smell things, usually unpleasant."
She hadn’t noticed any odd odors, although now
she picked up Damien's scent—that same soap and
sandalwood blend that permeated his duster. He
smelled enticing, probably a side effect
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