Lady Termaine's School for Girls was falling silent on the freezing winter night. Female students from ages six to eighteen were falling asleep in their beds. The school had grown since it was established in 1893. Since then three additional buildings had been added to the campus. In one of the outer buildings one particular woman was toweling off from a hot shower. Across her shoulders lay her towel hiding her nipples while still showing off her round breast. She pulled on black yoga shorts that had a decorative green band. "Did I really forget my shirt?" She frowned looking around the steaming bathroom and sighed seeing that she did. Shaking her head, she left the bathroom after gathering her dirty clothes and towel and quickly hurried to her room down the hall. A flip of the light switch and the room was a glow from a bright lamp in the far corner. Tossing the bundle of dirty clothes and towel on her shoulder to the floor, she opened a drawer and pulled out a large white t-shirt that had Run DMC across the front with the members of the group near the bottom.
The young woman was a Teacher's Assistant in the Math Department. She was finishing the last part of her degree that would get her to being a real teacher. There were times when she was mistaken as an upperclass student due to her young features. Stepping out of her room, she saw two girls giggling at one end. "Hey! It's past lights out, do you really want a detention?" She called out, seeing them freeze. "No Natalie." They sighed annoyed that she had caught them. Natalie Bernet was twenty-two years old and in addition to being a TA, she was also a mentor to the girls and monitored a few of the floors in the building, making sure the girls got along and stayed relatively happy. Like most nights, Natalie was walking the halls, making sure all her girls were in bed and not up and getting into trouble like the two she had seen not long ago. She started on the floor beneath her own, peeking into each room and then moved onto her floor. Starting at the end of the hall where some of the young girls stayed and would slowly make her way to the end of the hall. She expected it to be a quiet night, but expectations didn't always turn out the way one hopes.<|im_end|>
The darkness watched her quietly... A shadow of hidden desire... It slowly followed her across the floor down the tile hallway, hiding under her feet with each step... She was beautiful... It longed to touch her, to feel her, to smell her... Oh yes...
But it was patient. The shadow merely followed and waited... It was weak in the bright fluorescent lights of the hallway. And so it waited. The young teacher's assistant unlocked her door with a coded card key, and stepped into the room. The shadow followed her, and with blinding speed, it slithered up the wall and behind the wall light switch place, severing the power wires, bathing her room in darkness...
It then flowed outward like an inky velvet blanket across her bed, eager to envelop the gorgeous woman in its dark embrace, completely hidden in the lightless environment.
It waited for the girl to test the light switch several times... The darkness heard her rich voice utter a few choice obscenities... It waited patiently for her to get close enough to the bed, at which point it would strike... And she did. The shadow lashed out with a black velvet tentacle, wrapping around her leg tightly. She struggled, but it was immensely powerful. It managed to cover her mouth quickly before she could scream, and pulled her down tightly onto her bed. Its black fold caressing and fondling every part of her body with complete abandon...
A sultry, masculine voice emanated from the direction of her desk. "Let her go..."
Abruptly, the light came flickering on. The Shadow emitted an ear piercing scream of extreme torment... It tried to dash out of the open window, only to have it slam shut... It attempted to hide in a drawer, but it suddenly closed as well...
A black leather gloved hand reached out and grabbed an inky back tentacle of the shadow, and held it tightly...
The hand belonged to a mysterious young man who was perched on his tip toes, high on the back of her wooden desk chair. He was clad in dark clothing, with longish shiny black hair that framed his eyes. His mouth smiled cruelly, his lower lip framed by two snakebite type piercings. And oddly enough, he did not cast a shadow of his own...
"Hello my shadow," He murmured to the writhing insubstantial darkness flailing before him... "Just what have you been up to?"<|im_end|>