Bloody Bedtime (2) I fiddled with the brown braid of my hair, pulling it over my shoulder, staring out the window. Waiting. It had been months now since I had dashed down the stairs and had a pair of cold hands touch my skin, looked up into a pair of red-brown eyes and felt the need to brush the midnight black hair from a young man's face. I had fallen hard for the self-proclaimed undead I had only met once. "Please... Please let him come back today..." I whispered to myself. A silence. Then. A twig snapped. My face lit up and I practically flew out the door I was going so fast, My auburn eyes lighting up with hope and excitement. I ran to the spot I had been standing in so long ago, spinning in a circle, finding only a small, black cat with glistening yellow eyes staring up at me. Slowly, I sank to my knees in disappointment. "Nice, Kitty... You got me so excited over a twig snap. The cat let out a soft meow, rubbing against my leg. "You seem well fed for a stray." I said, a sad smile tinting my frown. The cat mewed again as if agreeing with me. Hesitantly, I lifted the cat, surprised with how social it was, and murmured, "Why don't you come on over to my place and stay a while?" The small animal climbed onto my shoulder and settled around my neck, purring in content as I took it back to the quiet structure I called home to settle in. I brought the black cat into my house, the animal dashing off to discover the new surroundings of the house. I set out a bowl of last nights shredded chicken and some water. I had only just gotten up, but I was already tired. I slipped up the stairs and into my room, discovering the cute, little, black, ball of fur curled up on my pillow. I smiled, pulling my braid over my shoulder again on force of habit. Careful not to wake the cat, I crawled into the bed, yawning. Closing my eyes as soon as it hit the bed.