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Johnny wasn't alone in his bed. Having just received a rude wake up call, she also let out a huge scream.

"Johnny, what's wrong?" asked an attractive girl about his age with wild green hair.

"I'm sorry, do I know you?"

"We met last night at the party." Johnny remembered something about a birthday party that his friends had thrown for someone in the band.

"What's today's date?" he groaned putting a hand to his head in pain.

"It's the 14th. You really did have too much to drink last night, didn't you?"

"I must have." He replied, remembering the fact that the birthday party last night was his.

"My names Kathleen Erickson, but my friends call me Kat."

"Wait, you're not another groupie, are you?"

"No, my cousin Eddie hooked us up last night, remember?"

"No, or else I wouldn't have asked." He said playfully. "Say, you wouldn't happen to have anything to make this hangover go away, would you?"

"I'll be right back." She said as she got out of bed, put a long t-shirt on over her topless form, and walked towards the door.

"Kitty got a nice tail." Johnny muttered, checking her out. "What say you and me go out for a drive tonight, just the two of us on Lucky, my motorcycle?" he asked as she walked back in with some Advil and a glass of water.

"I'd like that." She said as he washed the pills down. That night, as the two of them were leaving Denny's, Kitty remembered she left her purse at their table. "Don't go anywhere."

"I won't, Kitten." He said as he leaned against his bike awaiting her return. "Ready?" He asked as she approached, purse in hand. Just as she was coming closer, he saw a black cat cross between them. No, it must have been the fact that it was backlit that made it look black. He reassured himself.

"Ready." She said, climbing over the back seat

"Then let's go." He felt the engine rumble to life in his hands. They drove for what felt like hours, along highways and byways, just the two of them. "I hear the city lights look beautiful from the cliff. Want to go see?"

"Sure." So away they drove. They had only been driving along the side of the cliff for about half an hour before something black darted across their path. "Johnny, look out!" Kitty screamed as Johnny swerved, busting through the guardrail that separated them from the abyss below.

"Shadow," said one of the Observers, "for the murders of Kathleen Erickson and Jonathan Trent, you are hereby ordered to be his slave for all eternity."

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A/N: Ember had nothing to do with their deaths, just to clear the air. BTW, the ghosts (including Ember) aren't actually their souls, but their likenesses, copies made of them posthumously, which is what I feel your typical "haunted house" type ghosts are. Also, I'd like to remind everyone that any types of reviews are encouraged. I hope you enjoyed my story! I would like to thank L'ange-Sans-Ailes for making this my most reviewed story as of 8/18/2006.

P.S. Notice how many chapters there are. (Grins evilly) Muah-ha-ha-ha.