Nighttime, and it was lonely within the dorm room, there was another presence living within the realm, however she hadn't seen the hide nor hair of another of her sisters. For all that she knew, they were scattered across the realm, she hoped that it wasn't as a plaything of one of the many tormentors that they had fought off.

The night breeze crept throughout the room, even though there was reason for her not to the open the window. A flash of a memory came through as the one of the werewolf that used to perch upon the window sill while her and her sisters had slept through the night.

The only illumination was coming from the screen of her laptop as one leg had curled up to her chest, pressing into the bosom of her chest. The long bottoms of the pjs patched from the various times that they had been ripped of the petite framed girl. The long length of hair was down and hung over the back of the chair, as her fingers diligently pressed against the keys upon the computer. The white tee-shirt was clinging to those medium sized globes, as she pressed onwards trying to find something to fill her time

Ginny was bored. There was not one person she could relate very well to yet upon the island. Her family had left some sort of void upon her soul. Even though she swore, she could smell Kite within the room, that scent had left, neither had Lor or Sol’s. They were all intermingled although the lampshade that been scuffed and destroyed by Kite’s home-cooking was still there. The walls had been cleaned of the marking, murals and other ways they had made this home was gone. What in the hell was she going to do now.

Her family was out there somewhere and yet, she was stuck here with the others. Trapped, monster-fodder and for all she knew, there was still something that she couldn't remember that was bothering her now, as she did research upon bacterium. Yes, she was still plotting within her head, wondering how to raise nine kinds of hell without a one way trip to becoming a bio-computer.

The hunger would be maddening, if the thing possessed still the capacity for either sanity or madness. It possessed only the hunger, the yearning, and the smell of pain. Its cognition pared down to the simplest of desires, it floats around the towers it does not know to name as dormitories, wrapped in the invisibility of night.

The twisted apparition finds the smell it has come to know, here... here is one to its tastes. Pressing its distorted senses into the room, it knows its shelter will not be accepted. The pretty must be made to understand before she will allow herself to know peace. The pretty must be distracted.

And so there is the sound of a knock upon the door. But the creature's perceptions are far from perfect. It is, without any shadow of a doubt or capacity for debate the sound of a knock upon the door. Emanating from a patch of empty air in the centre of the room.

And it was there, the hair-raising feeling of being watched prickled along Ginny’s. And then the knocking sound from the center of the dorm room, underneath her breath she began to quote The Raven.

As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door—/"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door-/ Only this and nothing more."


However Ginny knew that it was nothing like that as her body scuttled backwards within the chair as she spun around and then using the bottom of her foot to push the chair forward in a push kick to the center. Her senses were hyper aware now, whatever it was, it was not going to find her unaware.

Her hands made some marks within the air, mainly for protection, but she didn't feel the usual warmth that had accompanied that actions like within the past. The magic that she knew was basically probably now useless to her, since the Labs had probably figured out way to control that streak within her. Well she had been good for something at least.

She couldn't see what was within the room but however she was on high alert, the glow of the laptop was the only light within the room for now.

Circling the room within the walls, intangible, unpresent, but the hunger demands invasion. A sizzling sound of heat and fluid from the carpeted floor, reaching through the darkness to take hold of shape and form, it is dark here now, but this place reeks of wounds, it must drive the pretty one away from the falseness called light or else subdue her quickly..

It drifts insubstantial through the wall behind her, faceless spectral mannekin reaching with a hiss, "Miiiiine...... My pretty one..."

Ginny took a tentative step forward, her hand trailing along the edge of the desk. She knew better than to step fully into the dark. There might be dragons there, who knew what could happen within this school.

Hell, she had been one to somehow chuck a fish into outer space and bring a ship down. Mind you she had paid for it in the end. Her right fist clenched into a loose fist as she heard the beeping of her laptop.

“Bloody hell!” she exclaimed as it definitely wasn’t her day as the battery gave out on the laptop and the whole room was flooded by darkness. Her fingers kept trying to get those symbols to work which was another source of her frustration... whatever was within the room with her, now had a better chance at getting her in the dark as she stood there to give her eyes a chance to dilate fully so she could see within the dark.

Within the dark, the true Dark, it is not that there is nothing to see, but that there is no need to see. Solidity is an instant's thought, a moment's measure, and the hot black ooze leaps from the floor around Ginvera, grasping stickily around her feet and shins, bunching and jerking sporadically as it starts to climb slowly higher in fits and starts.

Though Ginny is provided something else to draw her attention as well, the stark white hands just barely visible in the tiny traces of light seeping under the dorm room door, take hold of Ginny's upper arms from behind!

Her eyes hadn't even grown accustomed to the dark when she felt the sticky black blob latch on and begin crawl up her legs slowly in that jerking motions as she began to buck her feet in an attempt to get it off. In fact, she didn't scream murder as she felt the jerk of hands wrapping around her upper arms pulling them back as her balance was compromised. Making it harder for her to fight back.

She screamed, although that wouldn't do much since the noise dampeners would have already gone into effect making sure that that the dorm room she called home feel unlike home. She began to, in vain, squirm and buck trying to find a pressure point of which she could get away from whatever it was within the dorm room with her.

"Pretty one... do not fear..." the whisper comes from everywhere and nowhere, certainly not from the cold, slightly clammy cheek grazing past Ginny's ear, whatever the thing is, it does not breathe, no air passes from it to stir across Ginny's skin. No lustful pant nor longing sigh, merely a frigid grip contrasting with the aching heat in the goo that tries to separate Ginny's legs even as it climbs "Mine, pretty one... all mine..."