Chapter One: Ghosts

"Target is in sight. Shall we proceed?"

"Not until I command." The woman instructed while pressing on her blue-tooth earpiece.

"Standing by."

The woman nodded to herself lowering the volume of the earpiece. She sighed in frustration and peered below from the building. It was nearly midnight and scarce amounts of people were wandering the streets. Her eyes followed the silhouette leisurely walking down the alley several yards below. The woman squatted from the ledge of the building above following her gaze towards the figure. She wore all black attire including an ebony trench coat and long heels. The woman's presence was unobtrusive since the night helped conceal her presence.

The figure below continued its distance moving farther from the stalking predator. The feminine predator removed her black sunglasses revealing her stunning amethyst eyes. The woman squinted and looked below. She lightly touched her earpiece.

"We move in twenty seconds. Proceed with the plan." she spoke in the blue-tooth. A unanimous reply echoed through the earpiece. The woman removed the device and placed it in the pocket of her trench coat. The female figure stood up from her crouching position and lurked over the edge of the roof. She smiled revealing her snow-white canines as her target advanced away from her.

"Let's get this party started," she whispered to herself placing her sunglasses over her eyes.

"Dude! We're going to be late for class!" Garfield shouted to his roommate. His roommate groaned and covered his head with the blanket. "Marshall! Get your ass moving."

"Nooooooo." Marshall groaned in his pillow.

Frustrated, Garfield yanked the blankets exposing his roommate to the cold. "The professors are going to kick myass if you don't go to class. You know why? Because I am your roommate. So get your butt up and come to class."

"Fine fine. I'm up, I'm up!" Marshall shouted as he started to get ready. "God, you're so damn annoying. No wonder you can't get chicks." Garfield huffed and left the Marshall's room.

Marshall White and Garfield Logan were both college students that attended the local university. Marshall was studying film production and Garfield was majoring in animal ecology. Garfield was six feet tall with sandy blonde hair. He was medium lean built and had stunning hazel eyes. His roommate, Marshall, was about the same height but he had dark brown hair and light brown eyes.

After Marshall prepared for class, they proceeded to their mythology class. The professor was surprised by Marshall's presence, but said nothing of it. The class was about an hour long and the lecture of the day was about the Romanian strigoi. Although Garfield was not familiar with this subject, Marshall was surprisingly well educated about the creatures they studied. Garfield found it strange he was familiar about the subject, but neglected to mention it.

Following mythology class, the two roommates walked around the university campus to proceed to their next class. Although they were going to the same building, they had different classes.

"So," Garfield spoke," you were out late, again?"

"Does it matter to you? And yes I was." Marshall said bitterly.

"Calm down dude. I was just asking as your friend." Garfield said defensively. "You have been doing this for about a year. What are you doing anyway? No one can party that hard."

"On the contrary Gar," Marshall replied pointing to his chest "You are looking at him."

"Whatever dude." Garfield shook his head.

"While on the subject, today is Friday and we don't have class until Monday. So I say you, me and Victor go to that new bar."

"Okay, but this time, don't leave us without saying anything. We looked for you for hours."

"Sorry about that again. So I'm thinking we go at nine." Garfield nodded and they continued to walk to class. Abruptly, a feminine voice shouted Marshall's name behind the two men. Instinctively, they turned around.

Behind them was a woman making a beeline towards the men. She appeared around their age. Her dark black hair was shoulder length and she wore a gray shirt, dark jeans, and black flip-flops. The woman also wore an angry expression, and she looked homicidal.

I'm glad I'm not Marshall. She looks like she's going to kill him. But, she is hot.Garfield thought to himself.

The woman stopped in front of Marshall, glaring at him with her amethyst eyes. Marshall appeared terrified from the woman glaring at him.

"I need to talk to you Marshall." she spat glaring at the man that stood before her. The venom in her voice intimidated Marshall. He was nearly speechless, until he gained the courage to speak.

"What are you doing here?!" He emphasized almost in a panic.

The woman raised one eyebrow. "You should damn know why I am here." She glanced over at Garfield and scowled. Garfield mirrored Marshall's fear.

"Okay, okay. Just follow me." Marshall said out of fear ushering the woman in the opposite direction. "Garfield I'll be to class on time."

Garfield nodded and hesitantly waved farewell to the temperamental woman. He walked away and proceeded to his class. Before he proceeded further, Garfield looked back to see Marshall and the woman arguing fiercely.

Later that night, Garfield was lying on the couch watching television. Suddenly, the door opened revealing Marshall. He wore a calm expression on his face and he was unaware Garfield was sitting on the couch. Marshall walked over to the refrigerator to grab a water bottle. Garfield sat up and spoke.

"You okay Marshall?"

"Yeah, yeah. Never better." he retorted opening the cap.

"You didn't make it to class dude." Garfield said worried.

"Gar! Will you shut up about me missing class?" Marshall shouted changing his earlier demeanor. "I had to take care of some business. So, quit acting like an obnoxious monkey and get off my back." For moments, there was a tense silence.

"Sorry dude." Garfield apologized "Who was that girl anyway? One of your ex-girlfriends?"

It took a while for Marshall to answer but he spoke. "Yeah, you could say that. Anyway, I'm going to take a nap before we leave. Wake me up before nine." Then, he proceeded to his bedroom. Garfield sat on the couch with a questionable look on his face, but continued to watch television to keep his mind off of his troubled roommate.