She suddenly got up, she then looked around. She was amazed that she was alive but she felt different, very different. She looked at her self and was shocked, she was a human. She had long black hair and pale skin; she wore a black and red dress with a black cat on the dress and black heels. She had a black cat necklace too. Though, she still had her black cat ears and tail and her nails were sharp and pointed. She also noticed red bat wings on her back that were a part of her. She appeared to be eight years old.
She was rather overwhelmed by this and very confused and then she looked up and heard something or someone whisper her name, Black Kitten. She was intrigued and realized that the full moon that was glowing abnormally spoke to her. She was speechless, she was alive and a human.
She shook her head to clear her thoughts that were crowding her mind. She sat down and wondered what to do. Eventually she decided to ask someone. She mustered her bravery and stood up. She wobbled as she stood up; it was hard enough to walk on two feet but in heels. It would take some practice. She fell as she stood up and tried again; she gingerly stood up and walked. She walked over to a woman who was lecturing a child about when to walk on streets.
"Umm…Hi, can you explain to me what's going on?" she asked politely.
The woman didn't seem to notice and turned to Black Kitten. Then she walked right through her holding the child's small hand. She gasped, stunned and disturbed.
"What just happened?" she murmured.
She turned and the woman was still walking as if nothing had happened. Tears welled up in her eyes and she began to cry. She was hurt that she was invisible to them. "Can all humans do that?" she wondered.
She thought she saw movement in the shadows; she stopped crying and stood up. She gazed nervously towards the shadows, curious. Then out stepped a man clad in a black robe, he had black hair that was spiked up and a large nose with dark skin. His amber eyes glowed eerily from the shadows.
"Who are you?" she asked forgetting about the woman.
He smirked evilly and spoke in a confident tone, "I am Pitch Black, but who are you?"
"I-I am Black Kitten, or at least that's what the moon told me," She replied losing suspicion naïvely.
His eyes widened slightly and then returned to confidence as if he had hatched a plan. He stepped closer and spoke in a convincing voice, "You are the spirit of Halloween I do believe. I can help you with making Halloween extra fun this year."
She nodded eagerly; she was told by her mother that Halloween is meant for black cats to arise fear and superstition. She always dreamed of spreading the fright she did every day to children dressed as monsters. If this person knew how to help her do that she would certainly agree with him and trust him completely.
He smirked devilishly and motioned with his hand for her to follow him which he did. He took her far away to a forest were there was a bed over a deep hole.
He turned and explained, "I'm aware that you like scaring people. I have an idea for a very good scare. You need to conjure your minions then there are five Guardians who would are very fun to scare, especially Jack Frost. And after that I'll take care of the rest. So, are you interested?"
She thought of everything he proposed, being able to scare people, but she'd just met him. Her tail flickered slowly and her ears twitched as she thought. She then looked up and answered, "Yep, I'm in."