the first one was so easy....standing outside the smoke filled club, trying to get some air and a sense of balance while leaning precariously against the light standard, she had no idea what was to come...
the shadows were transparent at first; through them one could readily make out the backdrop...the cars down the street and the sidewalk...curb...everything was normal and still, even as the sounds and vibrations from within the club coursed through the night breeze.imperceptibly the shadows started to gel, solidifying and shape shifting, sharpened edges forming as they approached from behind her...were she to have noticed she would have thought this to be taking place in a quick-paced slow motion-thanfully she wasn't made aware, at least not until it was too late, where the pain was an intense yet brief descent into a death immediate and final. and extremely messy, as the blood splattered the wall of the club and gushed out of her throat and chest cavity, spraying the sidewalk, forming rivulets that ran towards the gutter, down the curbside and disappearing into the darkened abyss.
her heart still pumped out its plea even as her body slumped down to the pavement, death answering its call, though not soon enough to be merciful...the sweet scent of fresh blood masked by her perfume.
the pooling blood mingled with the shadows cast by the yellowed light...briefly, since it soon became one...all shadow as the blood trails became shadow themselves. her body was also beginning to recede by now, as the shape shifter absorbed all the fluids that were just moments earlier the essence of what was once a life-hers.
and then, a silent calm descended between the smoke and the driving bass riffs emanating from within the club, as the shadows once again were a black transparency....
