Nightshade

The beat of my heart resounds in the depths of my eardrums as I stand at her front door. Or at least it would have if the girl I'm waiting on, Christina Blake, hadn't literally robbed me of it last night and pulled me into this absurd world of undead killers and braindead eaters. Yup, I got screwed over big time.

A loud and solid thunk that sounds like it belongs to a home much more ancient than the neat, suburbian one I'm shivering infront of now echoes. The door slowly creaks open and the sillouette of a tall, thin teenager comes into sight. "Wow, don't you look like shit," she jeers at me with the wicked yet beautiful smirk that only she can pull off.

"You'd look the same if some psycho put her hand in your chest and took your heart out." I respond with a tinge of spite.

"You know you liked it." There she goes with that smirk again. " Come on in, I bet you're hungry."

How the hell did she know that? Despite eating several bowls of cereal and one whole turkey leg left over from thanksgiving, I've constantly been panged by this weird feeling of hunger. No use thinking about it I guess, better ask her. "How did you know?"

"You're a Shade now, a heartless monster that exists solely for the extermination of the human race," she giggles, "or at least thats what our books tell us. We haven't had a proper hunting in years." I think I catch a glimpse of a smirk on her face when she said proper hunting but I'll let it slide. Theres much more important things to address. 

For one, the interior of the house looks like something out of a 15th century architecture showcase at the museum. Ridiculously high stone ceilings, stone center pillars larger than my own body and a staircase that would make the Romans jealous. Secondly and more critical to the situation is the random, unnatural shadows that litter the entire living area, making the space look like a giant dalmatian.

"This way, try not to step on them, they get cranky when they're interrupted." She says as she wisps smoothly through the black dotted minefield. Her beautiful long red hair trailing hypnotically behind her. My stomach growls so loudly that a shadow next to me stirs and I catch the sight of something, something I will always remember. Something that I would soon become.