Redsnake

“You haven’t heard the stories?” Katie said incredulously. “I thought that was the whole appeal of the place.  Who goes camping in some random forest if it’s not haunted?” She swung her flashlight around to emphasize the point. The beam cut weakly through the clinging mist, creating monsters out of shadow as its beam crossed hanging moss and craggy rock.

Sonja shivered. “I do.” She reconsidered. “Well, I mean, it doesn’t really have to be haunted, you know, if-“

There was a flash of fire at the foot of Mallory’s bed, and when it abated, the demon stood silently there. She wore the standard outfit, which is to say, not much; stiletto boots buckled around her ankles; a spiked choker around her neck; a pair of long fingerless gloves running up her forearms; and what might charitably be called a bikini - all in standard velvet black to accent pale, shimmering skin and long, flame-red hair. In one hand she carried a compressed air tank, which she placed softly at the bedside before sliding gently onto the covers to straddle the napping girl.