I lay in the field of flowers taking in the glorious scents. Violas were littered around me acting as a warm blanket to shield me from the cool night. The beauty of the shades of glowing purple and yellow pulled me to them. I plucked one up, put it to my lips and took in a deep breath. Their fresh scent soothed me, making me feel at one with the earth.

Small white clouds formed against the sharply contrasting royal blue sky. I traced the edges of one with my fingers. I wanted to reach out, grasp it and cuddle it to my body.

Rolling onto my stomach, I propped my chin up with my arms. My hair got caught under my elbow, and I freed it to relieve the tension on my head. From the corner of my eye I caught the fluttering of a small butterfly. It hovered above me a moment and I put my hand out towards it. Perching lightly upon my wrist, it sat motionless.

The white cottony clouds that I had been so desperate to hold turned gray. Suddenly, the sky grew dark and ominous. A crackle of thunder made the earth beneath me vibrate. Wind circled around me, pulling at the tiny blue sundress I wore.

There was a sharp pain in my wrist. I looked down--a gold snake lay in place of the butterfly. Like two tiny daggers, its fangs were firmly planted into my skin. Most people would flick the thing off, right? Well, I'm not most people. Besides, this wasn't my first go around with the dream. I'd been having the dream long enough to know what was to come. I braced myself. The ground below me gave way and I found myself spiraling into a bottomless pit. Darkness surrounded me, and I knew better than to bother to scream.

The familiar sound of a woman's voice whispered to me. "You are the balance. You will bring light to the darkness."

I pulled up outside of the main gate. The blood red sign that stood high in the air read "Necro's Magik World & Supernatural Theme Park." I hated the idea of being here but you do what you have to do to make a living. Prior to working as assistant to the City's Chief Paranormal Prosecutor, I hadn't been able to keep a job to save my life. I'd tried a little bit of everything, from being a marketing director to stripping. Hey, a girl's got to make a living, right?

My friend Sharon got me the job at the Paranormal Regulators Law Offices. She'd worked with my boss and now ex-fiancé, Ken, enough to pull some strings and get me an in. He hired me as his personal assistant, sight unseen. After a year of working for him, he caught on to the fact that I had some special skills. I began showing signs of extrasensory perception, ESP, at the age of sixteen and still hadn't quite gotten the hang of using it. My ESP would manifest itself in the strangest ways.

I spent one week home from work because I couldn't stand the noise anymore. I had begun hearing others' thoughts and I couldn't block any of it out. The inside of my head had so many voices going on I thought I was schizophrenic. Ken came knocking at my door after my third day of missing work. I confessed my problem to him and he took me to see some friends of his. They helped me learn to shield myself from outside interference, so to speak. Now, I was able to gauge someone's feelings and thoughts fairly well without being privy to every sordid little detail.

Ken then asked me out for dinner. I felt like I owed him a huge thank you so I went. We made a better couple then I thought we would at first. After a few months he finally managed to get me into bed with him. We were in his posh two-story townhouse, going at each other like animals. When I climaxed, I threw my head back as a burst of energy come over me. It was like my body was being ripped into a million pieces, not pain so much as it was pressure--a pressure that I had no alternative but to release. Pictures flew off the walls, dishes crashed to the floor in the kitchen, and all of Ken's paperwork blew out of the window.

That was my first brush with psycho kinesis, and it scared the hell out of both of us. That's when I revealed the fact that I was of magical descent, most likely faerie. I'd feared it would scare him away. It did the exact opposite. He asked me to marry him.

Being a romantic fool, I believed I was truly in love. Things were good for almost a year--that should have tipped me off. Then one night he told me he was going to stay home from the office. He said that he hadn't been feeling well and was going to rest. During my lunch hour I stopped off and picked up some lunch for him. I used my key and let myself into his place. When I walked into his bedroom he was busy pushing his long hard body into some redhead. Needless to say, I broke the engagement on the spot, along with two of his bedroom windows.

Mess with a magical chick and you get some major cleanup when she's pissed, just a little motto I think all should remember.

Ken spent weeks trying to make it up to me. He claimed that he couldn't control himself, and he didn't mean for it to happen. I asked what the redhead's name was, and he didn't know. I gave him the choice of being friends or being enemies. He settled on just being friends, and that's the way we've been for the last six months.

Work's been keeping us pretty busy with the rapid rise in the number of supernatural-related homicides in the city in the last few months. I thought Ken's promotion was a curse. We'd been working sixty-five hours a week since he made Prosecutor, and there seemed to be no end in sight. We not only had the supernatural cases to deal with, we had everyday human cases to handle as well. It was the only way the city could justify having another prosecutor. Tax payers would wonder why it was they had to pay for a prosecutor who never saw the inside of a courtroom.

If they only knew.

I focused on the task at hand, taking a look around Necro's Magik World. It had only been open for business six years, but in that short time frame had managed to corner the market on ticket sales for theme parks. Someone had come up with the brilliant idea of having a theme park that revolved around the supernatural. By doing this the area had become a Mecca for the undead and magical creatures. At the park, demons didn't have to hide who they were. They were able to live among humans without fear of persecution and mass pandemonium. I'd even seen some of the "employees" walking around downtown one night. No one looked shocked to see a vampire roaming the streets--they just ran up and asked for his autograph.

Teenagers were heavy into imitating the undead, and of course, dead attire was all the rage. I wondered if creatures of the undead ever thought of sending thank-you notes to rock stars that ran around looking like death on stage. The more I thought about Hollywood and rock stars, the more I wondered how many of the images weren't an act. I knew that there had to be a few celebrities that fell into the category of supernatural, I just didn't know which ones they were.

Necro's Magik World was huge, or so I'd been told. While the park spanned over four hundred acres, it wasn't all developed yet since they'd left room for expansion. They had picked the location wisely. They were close enough to the city to generate business, but far enough out to remain secluded and away from the watchful eye of others. People were eating up the idea of a supernatural theme park to the point that various spin-offs were popping up all around the world. There were restaurants, clothing stores, and, believe it or not, a website. But hey, who didn't have one of those, right?

A computer literate vampire, funny thought, huh!

The park only operated during nighttime for obvious reasons. I didn't know too many vampires that would be willing to sit out in the sunlight to greet guests. Here's your ticket, excuse me while I burst into flames.

I still wasn't sure about the outfit I had chosen. I'd decided on a pair of dark blue flare bottom jeans that made my legs look longer and at five foot five I took all the help I could get. I'd debated on wearing long sleeves or short because of how cool the summer nights could get, and finally settled on a red short sleeve top. I'd chosen jeans because I always felt most comfortable in them. I had also been told that red brought out my best features--my eyes and my hair.

I was ticked that I hadn't brought a brush with me. I'd left the house in such a hurry that I hadn't taken time to blow dry my hair. I fumbled around in my purse until I found a hair tie. Gathering up the front and sides of my hair, I pulled it loosely behind my head. Wrapping the tie around it several times, I did a quick check. Little black wisps fell from it and framed my face. That was just the way I liked it. I'd been thinking of cutting my hair off again. It seemed rather silly because every time I did it, my hair grew back to just above my rear end within two months. My hair liked to be that long and didn't take kindly to my attempts at doing anything else with it.

Being awakened out of dead sleep by Ken's phone call did not suit me. I looked like crap. Sure, I was grateful that he'd ended the nightmare I was having, but peeved that he'd wanted me to go out in the middle of the night to question a master vampire.

I touched my face and decided that I didn't have to fuss with much. I'd been blessed with flawless skin. It was, however, rather pale. I tried tanning beds and hitting the beach every day for a summer, but I couldn't get myself to burn, let alone tan. I did my best to make up for the lack of color by adding a touch of blush to both cheeks and some lip gloss to my lips. I was so sick of everyone asking if I had collagen implants. I wanted to get a t-shirt printed that read, "Yes, I do see the light of day, and yes the lips are real too."