Queen of Darkness
Chapter 1: Can't Sleep
Carmen pov.
An ear-piercing shriek filled the damp night air. Carmen knew what that meant. Trouble. She quickly somersaulted out of her 2-story apartment's windows. She landed with a pose that would make even the toughest soldiers go crying to their mamas. Oh, I love the way my body is so flexible and strong. She stalked off to the source of the horrible sound. As her feet made a too-tap-too-tap rhythm that echoed through the streets, she let her mind wander to the day she became someone known as "Queen of Darkness."
Flashback
I could not sleep on that cold night so I walked out of my creaky red door, and walked through the plain and simple neighborhood. (I was living in the suburbs then.) Then I heard the faint sound of someone begging "Get away from me!"Desperately nearby. I had decided to see what was going on, which I now knew was the biggest mistake of my life.
By then I had started running so fast I swore I was traveling the speed of light. I realized I was getting closer and closer to the source, so I had started walking quietly then. I was finally able to see the person who wanted help. It was a woman in her early twenties, and standing in front of her stood a man also about twenty. He actually looked kind of cute, with brown hair and a toned body. If it wasn't for the fact that he was DRINKING from her neck I would have thought he was dreamy. I quickly hid behind several garbage cans, because if he saw me, I would also be a victim.
I knew I had to get the guy away from the woman, she was already looking unconscious. Okay, think. What could I use? I saw a garbage can lid and a broken lamp. Yay! The heavy artillery. While I was getting the lamp, my eyes caught on a beautiful teal colored mask that could have been used at a masquerade ball. I put it on, and I could tell I looked great wearing it. Aargh! I hated it when I got off track. Okay, get the lamp under the lid. Right.
When I reached over though, I knocked the lid down. To me it sounded like an atomic bomb explosion. "Mission accomplished," I thought to myself miserably, "that got the guy's attention." He looked disoriented and enraged. Soon, he was coming over. The last thing I saw was a cloth over my mouth, muffling my screams.