A/N: I'm working pretty fast on this story. I just want to get it done and over with though. But, there is a looonng way for it to be finish.

None of these characters are mine.

If you don't like these kind of stories all paranormal and whatever, DONT READ IT! that's all there is to it. If you do like stories like paranormal stuff, continue to read. This chapter and the pervious chapters are just the beginning :)


Carmelita walked into the bathroom as she continued to strip off her long dress. It slipped off like a glove. She took off her heels and started the shower. The fox ran over to her dresser in her room and pulled out clean pajamas and underwear, then went back to the bathroom. She stepped in the shower tried to get done as quickly as she could. Carmelita didn't wan another attack to happen. She had a good evening, can it just leave it at that? But no, it can't.

The door closes, not as hard as the last time but it still stunned her. Why me! Why me! Carmelita thought as she smelled the presence in the shower with her. It smelled like a dead cat, maybe even wrose. Maybe gallons of blood. It was right behind her, she turned around. nothing! Than it slapped her across the face, harder than before! Carmelita's head flew back as she took the impact of the smack. She rubbed her cheek trying to relax the pain. Low growls, not just any growl, demonic growls filled the bathroom.

"Leave, alone! bitch!" it said to her, then the smell was gone.

Even after her shower, Carmelita lied in bed wondering, why did it say that? Who is this it? Why did it want her? She glanced at the clock, almost eleven. She has to get to bed so she can work tomorrow. She needs to work tomorrow, then again, she can't deal with the stress that is coming to her! Mr. Barkely is pressing her buttons again and again as he keeps on piling on work for her. Carmelita needs to relax, just one more day then she will go back to work.


Morning came, no attacks. What a relief. Carmelita sat up, the sun was hiding in thick clouds of Paris. Looking out the window, no one was out. Looks like its going to rain. She got up and walked into the kitchen and made some coffee for her and sat down to watch the news to see what happened today. There is always someone dying. What a shame.

The bell rang, Carmelita wasn't expecting gueast but she got up and opened the door anyway. There in front of her was a female snow leopard Neyla. She had a pretty smile on her face as Carmelita had a bed head. She invited her in and they both sat down at the kitchen table to drink some coffee. It was silent for a few moments but they soon broke the silence.

"Why weren't you at work yesterday?" Neyla asked as she sipped her coffee that Carmelita made.

Carmelita shrugged and did that same, "I have been going through a lot lately."

"Like what?"

That question scared Carmelita nearly to death. She has no idea what is going on with the attacks. She tried to answer simply. "Well, I...I don't know." She started to notice her own scars showing to Neyla. The vixen was about to change the subject but Neyla broke it.

"What is with the scars? What happened to you sweetie?" she asked lightly.

Carmelita's face got hot, her cheeks buring, her eyes watering. She didn't want to cry in front of her partner but the tears were coming so fast to control. She cried softly, putting her head on the table. Neyla rubbed Carmelita's back for her to relax and console her. Once Carmelita found her words she rose her head and faced Neyla, tears rolling down her cheeks.

"Promise, not to tell anyone, please? I don't want anyone to think I'm crazy," the fox cried out. She was desperate to talk to someone.

"Promise, Carmelita," Neyla answered.

Carmelita let a few sobs out before she gained control then told her. "Just two nights ago, I was attack. Violently. That's where the scars came from."

"Who were you attacked by? I'll kick their ass!"

"I don't know. Nothing was in my room at the time of the attack," Carmelita said.

"Are you sure? Were you trying to sleep?" Neyla asked.

The vixen nods.

"Well maybe someone was there but it was dark and you couldn't see anything in your room," Neyla gave a suggestion.

"Yeah but, it happened again! Last night before I went out to eat. I was in the bathroom, with the lights on, then it raped me! I felt it penetrate me but nothing, no one was there infront of me! Then when I came back from dinner, I took a shower and it slapped me across the face. Telling me to leave alone, bitch."

Neyla was shocked of what she was hearing. "And the lights were on. Nothing, you saw nothing but it raped you and slapped you?"

Carmelita nodded frantically, "Yes!"

Neyla sighed, wondering about life. How was this happening to Carmelita? She swears no one was in the bedroom was with her at the time on the first attack and the second, well she certainly felt somthing. "Did you bleed on the second attack, Carmelita?" she finally asked.

Carmelita sighed and nodded, "I'm no longer a virgin, I can tell you that," she softly said. "Please don't think I'm a nut. Please!"

Neyla shook her head, seeing the fear and horror in her partner's eyes. She felt so sorry for Carmelita. The snow leopard has no idea how to console her espically when she has no idea if the situation is a real one or she is imgining it. "Whatever happens, Carmelita, I'll be right with you. I have to go otherwise I'll miss work. See you tomorrow?"

Carmelita nodded as she watched Neyla leave her apartment.


After having the whole day to herself, Carmelita was wondering maby she should see a doctor. Not tomorrow, maybe this weekend. Maybe a phsycologist. So he or she can determine wheather if Carmelita is actually feeling these things or not. Then again, she might loose her job. Her job as a police officer she must be completely sane for her to don her job. Carmelita loves it. She can't be herself without her job. Going on disability will ruin her! If that's the only way, she is not willing to do so.