• Sitting on the cracked sidewalk, Amy rocked herself back and forth in a comforting motion. The Blood Moon did nothing to light up the sky, but the cemetary glowed with a burning light. Eire silence filled the night as she waited. There was no wind, but the grass moved. With great effort, Amy stopped herself from whipping around and lashing out.
    Did that headstone just shift? Everything around her was abnormal and creepy. It made her want to peal off her skin or burn it. To distract herself, Amy twirled her shoe laces between her glossy black fingernails. Then she pulled at the weeds growing over the sidewalk. Wipping the dirt from her fingers onto her jeans, she stood just as a small flame apeared behind a large headstone. It flickered blue and orange and seemed to hummed her name. Slowly she made her way to a smaller head stone near by the glow. After a moments hesitation she tried moving closer, but it moved away just as quick. So, she fallowed it around headstones and random rocks until it stopped again by a statue this time. Blue light flared from the small flame to illuminate what she took to be the Angle of Death. Behind the flame was another shape. A black blurr that came in and out of focus. Amy could just make out the blue-black hair and the sharp facel fetures.
    She recgoinized his hawk like nose and high cheek bones. The flame died down as a sigh passed over her thin lips.