Infinite Possibilities

Second Birth

Start Again?

Yes.
       Maria, a sleek, raven-black cat, faltered over various leather books and knocked down a candle that sat atop a wooden desk. It fell out of its holder, the wax breaking, and landed with a loud clatter. The sleeping human companion of this cat, Carey, awoke suddenly, staring at the broken candle. Carey sluggishly propped herself up, shifting herself so she was sitting on the edge of her bed. Her feet gently pressed on the wooden boards, the cold stinging her feet. She sighed at the sight of the candle and looked back up at her cat. "Maria.." Carey whispered. "We'll have to go get a new one, now.." The cat meowed happily, and she jumped off of the desk, trotting over to the bedroom door. 
         Carey slowly opened the door, being careful to not make any noise. She didn't know of the risks of being out late at night, so Carey carried on obliviously, joined by her feline companion, who knew more than one would expect. Carey knew exactly where her family kept extra candles and other supplies: in the attic. The attic was accessed in the kitchen to the right of the fireplace, so she turned to face the fireplace and looked up at the rusted metal hatch to the attic. She slowly pulled on the cord connected to the hatch, which opened it, dust clouding the air around her. Carey coughed rather violently but picked up Maria, climbing up the ladder to the dark attic. 
           She gloomily entered, dread creeping up on her small form. The only lighting that was allowed to illuminate the room was the moonlight streaming through the small window at the far left of the old room. Maria hopped out of her arms, flicked her tail, and bounded off into the shadows, her midnight black coat blending perfectly in as if she was never there. As Carey wandered the cold attic, the only glimpses of Maria she could spot was the glimmer of her yellow eyes. 
             Carey stopped at the big, slightly moldy box that held the candles. She opened it, picking up the candle and inspecting it. Golden-yellow eyes gleamed in the shadows, catching her eye. "Maria, come here, I found the candles," she whispered, gesturing to the ground in front of her. The eyes continued to stare at her, but she noticed slight movement in the shadows. Carey stood up, walking towards it, not having anything to light the candles with. About two yards away, she stopped, dropping the candle with a quiet thud. 
              Her eyes widened with fear as the large creature crawled out of the shadows. Its humanoid legs were bent at odd angles, and its mouth hung open, dripping blood and showing its piranha-like teeth. Its eye sockets were sunk in, dried blood encircling were its eyes should have been. Its skin appeared dry and inhumanly pale, and it was almost hairless. The creature made a scratchy growling noise as it stalked forward, slowly advancing on her. Carey was frozen in fear, her arms twitching as an attempt to run. 
               The creature suddenly pounced, spreading out its arms, digging its dull fingernails into her shoulders until they bled. It opened its mouth until its jaw looked almost unhinged, plunging its teeth into her neck, ripping out flesh. Carey fell, and the creature sat next to her, before ripping out her throat with its teeth. It sat next to her cold, dead body, feasting on her warm skin and eventually making its way to her organs.
               The sleek, black cat hopped off of the tall cabinet she was perched on. The creature was too preoccupied with its newly found meal to notice the rather small feline. Maria stretched her slender legs, walked in a circle, and trotted over to the un-opened hatch, awaiting her exit.