Shock in the dark

This may have content that is considered racist and while I tried to write it in a manner that would not be taken as such it may still be found offensive to some people if you do find it offensive I apologize as I am not a racist person but as for the story you have officially been warned.

I awoke suddenly in a strange bed with blood red curtains pulled entirely around it a gold trim running along the very top of them adding a sort of border. The blankets for which I found myself covered in as I sat up gazing around slowly taking in my surroundings were matching to the curtains. I had also noticed I was in strange clothes both a black T-shirt and black sweat pants. The only difference was a large black pentagram in the center of them a demonic pentagram to be more specific.

It was then I noticed laying next to me still asleep or unconscious I hadn’t determined yet was she who I called my truest friend and lover, she too wore what I did.

However not knowing where or why we were in wherever it was we were I refrained from talking for fear of what I could smell outside the curtain.

It was a rancid odor that smelled of something rotting or like a dead thing was half decomposed in the room.

Gently running a hand through her smooth pinkish white hair I managed to wake her in the manner I usually did in the morning but it wasn’t yet morning.

She stretched herself out under the blanket while taking a deep breath then looked up at me slowly and smiled. At that moment she had gained wind of what I had already smelled and say up suddenly looking around much as I had at first.

Being the both of us were shadow demons the night was a play ground for us if someone was looking to kill us as in the dark we had practically limitless power. In the day time it was greatly limited as the most we had to work with were weakly casted shadows which weren’t nearly as dark as night itself.

“What is happening?” she mouthed quickly.

“I have no idea but we need to get out of this space if nothing else.” I mouthed back; lip reading wasn’t difficult especially for two who thought much alike.

The ability to manipulate the darkness was a powerful skill mostly because at night it made you impossible to kill at night if you could bend it to the level we could.

Grasping her hand tightly we turned into shadows ourselves then slid quietly out of the bed through the gap between the curtains and the bed side.

On the outside of the bed we turned back into what we noted as a normal form rather then a shadow form discovering what we had smelled the odor now thicker and more rancid then before.

Kida, my lover cupped her hand over her mouth suddenly as if to stifle a surprised scream as we looked upon the source of our smell. The many bodies of what we determined were men and women brutally slaughtered. Body parts were scattered throughout the room and the remains, big or small lay in a pool of blood spanning the size of the wood floor.

She grasped me suddenly a tear running down her cheek as she buried her face in my neck, my eyes how ever didn’t look away from the slaughter. It was not something she had ever seen before, but I had many times over through the ages I was without her.

What happened here was a total blur I had no way of knowing if we had done it or someone else that aimed to frame us or that was trying to warn us off their territory.

“What happened here?” Kida spoke in our demonic tongue while trying to fight back tears of honest grief for the slaughtered; I however felt no compassion for humans.

“I don’t know, but I do aim to find out.” I replied an empty feeling coursing through me as I looked onward at the pool of blood. I was trying to think, trying to remember anything about the night. Finding myself looking around closely again and without realizing it I noticed the house had the touch of an old southern plantation home.

The room walls were bordered with the mural of black men picking cotton as what I gathered were their owners holding whips behind them. My eyes followed the mural past a fireplace straight across from the bed to a white oak wood door. The door was hand carved by the looks of it and the only way out as the window I had realized I saw as cemented over.

“Come Kida, let’s find away out of here.” I spoke gently to her as we made our way through the mess barefoot and disgusted by it.

“Balthazar-“ she looked up at me as we made our way to the door. “Do you think we did this?” she said looking at me with a need of assurance in her eyes.

“We had no reason to that I know of but I can’t remember anything yet. Time will tell.” While it was not what she wanted to hear it was unfortunately the best that could be done given the current circumstances.

I placed my hand on the door knob and paused for a moment.

“Be careful please, we don’t know where we are and I have no desire to lose you.” She looked at me nodded once just before I opened the door slowly.