PROLOGUE
Five nails evolved into sharp black claws. The force of her hand thrust them through a soft surface. She felt the touch of perforated human skin on the upper joints of her fingers, as a few thin streams of blood started to flow down. As she pulled her hand out, she heard a thud. The sound of a lifeless body dropping on the ground. On her hand she felt an oily touch. The touch of a human heart, whose mass was still rhythmically beating, squeezed among her claws.
On her bare and cold forearm she felt the flow of blood. Its scent was strong and penetrating, hot like molten chocolate. She watched that dark red liquid falling, droplet after droplet, on a hard black surface. The surface of a videotape. The fall of every droplet echoed in the dead silence.
Soon she heard her own voice making a malevolent giggle. The sound was gradually deepening into a loud and evil laughter. The laughter of a voice that had to belong to some inhuman, demonic creature. A creature that could not have been born from a mother from Earth.
A sudden scream broke the dead silence of the darkened bedroom and Tota Livell woke up from another nightmare.