Stalking The Night
Author's note: I originally wrote this over three years ago and have re-edited it and added in parts. I hope you like it!
The beginning is not the endIt was a dark and silent night.A black cloaked figure walked swiftly against the cold,dead air. Babies' cries could be heard from miles away. Teens wrenching with laughter can be heard from a drive-in-movie,where John Travolta's voice was beating loud and clear.
The night's stillness brought an uneasy dangerous feeling about the young woman in the cloak. With blond hair, blue eyes, a face so pale it was the color of a sheet, and such a stricken face, she almost appeared as a skeleton. And the closer you got, the more she seemed a skeleton. She knew where she was going and she knew why.