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night after night she began to get pissed.
    That anger she’d begun to embrace had been a godsend because it had spurred her into action. She’d spent night after night researching the evil shadows and was astounded by the amount of information she’d found on the internet. And then she’d begun to prepare.
    It had taken her months to sculpt her body until she was fitter and healthier than she’d ever been and then she searched out someone to teach her how to wield a sword. At first she’d felt clumsy and inept but her hired trainer pushed and cajoled until the sword felt as if it were an extension of her arm. Persistence or pure stubbornness on her behalf paid off and she began to fight back.
    First she battled the beings in her sleep and then she battled them for real. Night after night, she'd driven around Nevada searching for those feelings of evil. She'd followed the dark, oily feeling until she was so close, she could almost taste the acrid disgusting sulfur on her tongue. She wasn't giving up until she'd eradicated as many of the shadows as she could. The moment she felt those evil beings she got out of her car, sword in hand, and waited. She had no idea how they found her but they always did.
    Sometimes she felt as if she was a honing beacon to evil and while that worried her, she was also glad. Those evil shadows came to her and she was able to take them out one after the other. She didn’t care that she ended up with cuts on her body if they touched her or that her blood seeped out to soak into the black or dark clothes she wore. All she cared about was making sure none of those evil beings escaped to terrorize another person, the way they had her.
    After finishing her cup of tea, she perused her sword and then picked up the sharpening stone.
    Krysta ran the whetstone over the edge of the blade, honing the edge until it was razor sharp. When she was done she tested it with the pad of a finger and sighed with satisfaction. She then cleaned the sword with a soft cloth, getting rid of the small shavings of metal from the steel.
    She reached for the bottle of holy water she’d stolen from a church font and trickled it over first one side of the sword and then the other. This time she didn’t wipe the cloth over the steel blade, leaving it on the table to air dry. She always made sure to not touch the steel blade of her sword after she covered it in holy water. She’d learnt the hard way that if any part of the blade was touched by her or another person, that the holy water was somehow wiped off. Luckily for her she’d been able to slash the black shadow with the other side of her sword when the first slash she’d made hadn’t seemed to injure it.
    The last time she'd fought those shadows, she'd been wounded. It took her over a week to heal from her injury and blood loss, but as soon as she was fit enough to fight again, she was out searching to take those evil beings down.
    Krysta had first thought she was the only person aware of the evil trying to kill innocent people, but one night she’d been standing on the edge of a copse of trees waiting for the shadows to find her when all of a sudden eight tall, muscular men and three women appeared out of nowhere. Two of them made her breath catch in her throat. Their muscular bodies had moved with such a fierce grace and strength, she’d been almost mesmerized. What had surprised her though was when her body reacted to them. She’d never felt arousal before and she’d been a little shocked, but no matter how hard she tried to look away from them, she wasn’t able to.
    She’d watched them fight and destroy the evil ones from behind the trunk of a large tree, sagging with relief that she didn’t have to go to their aid. She had no idea where they’d come from or what they were, but she knew they weren’t just ordinary human beings. No human could move as fast as they could. She lost sight of the group countless times until one of the women cried out in pain