No Light Within The Dark

[Rose Scarlet]

A loud screech range wroth the empty graveyard. The shadow of night had brought along a fog that covered the dead ground. Corpses rested under her feet as she took heavy steps, struggling to stay on her feet. Her pale hand was wrapped around her also pale, throat. She gasped for breath as she found it becoming a great struggle to breath. Her red lips were spread apart taking in small breaths. "Give in Rose, times coming to an end." Rose shook her head violently as she stumbles upon a large tall gravestone. She rested her head upon the cold stone marker and closed her eyes. A tall, muscular, red fleshed demon flashed in her mind and her eyes shoot open. "The time is coming Rose." Rose screamed, it was high pitched and filled with terror and confusion.

She could feel a sharp pain on her lower back as thick black wings tried to break through her flesh and skin. Sharp nails began to dig into the side of her head she held it tightly. Blood started it trickled down her head and into her mouth where sharp fangs began to grow. Keeping her eyes shut tight she shook her head violently once again, trying to shake of her fear. She brought her jaw together, and with an immense force, threw her hands onto her face, trying to hide from the demon in her mind. "Shut up! Leave me alone!" The fierce, heart dropping, creature would do no such thing. He wrapped a large force around her body, but he didn't use his, and began to tighten it. Rose fell to her knees and crossed her arms.

The black shadow liquid finally broke through the skin and sent blood flying on the surrounding gravestones. It floated around her body then finally formed into a solid mass on her back, forming two wings. Her white nails grew long and sharp. Sharp white fangs grew out of her mouth and rested on her bottom lip. From under her midnight black hair grew long, curled, black horns. Her body began to relax and her eyes slowly slide open. What would have been purple eyes were now blood red eyes, that glowed brightly with in the fog.

The sound of soft footsteps on a gravel road made her turn her head. A elderly man, with a shovel resting on her shoulder, was taking a stroll with in the graveyard making sure everything was in order and no young kids were messing around. His mind was not ready for the sound that he girl gave off. It was high pitched and made the word death appear in his mind. Before his old body could turn around she was running towards him, hunched over, arms swaying from side to side, head low, jaw open, and eyes wide. The force of her impact sent him flying to the ground a good few feet away from were he had once stood. He tried to lifted his heavy head to see what had attacked him, but it was already looking down upon in. "Death." Rose spook with a voice no louder then a whisper, but it was filled with a terrible sound.

Rose stood over then man and raised her arms high in the air. She then brought them down onto the man's body and dug deep into his flesh. She scooped up skin and flesh, which got stuck under her large nails. The man cried for help and out in pain, but Rose didn't seem to be worried about such help coming. She continued to tear at his body picking up more and more flesh. Blood flew upon her face, chest, arms, and on all the surrounding objects. It began to make a pool of blood and the elderly man fell limp. His body grew cold as chill of death covered his body. Knowing that he had died, she continued to claw if his body, releasing a hidden desire and rage.

[Kat]

Her back rested neatly against the stone slabs, each one engraved. Kat had seen the man, watched him die in fact, by the hands of evil. But who was she to talk? She'd seen the transformation of a bad dream to a real nightmare. The now demonic girl hadn't seen her, or smelled her if she had those kinds of abilities. Kat was a Mancer of Shadows. She neither lived nor died, Jasper had seen to that. She could be killed, but for now she could not age, which in it's ow way was bad.
The long haired gilr cringed slightly, the man's long echoing shreiks muffled as blood filled his throat, dripping down his cheeks like salty tears. The shredding of claws through flesh was just as bad.
She stood, her body hidden in black. She disappeared beneath the shadow of the grave, the fog as well did good to conceal her presence. But she moved in, sliding silently up the tree that the girl had previously been in.