Ghosts!

Venus slept uneasily. Tossing and turning, the blankets twisted around her. And then she felt the strangest sensation, as though someone had touched her, and the Shadow Hunter quickly opened her eyes. Looking about the room quickly for some sign of an intruder, but could see nothing visible. Her sight told her one thing, but her other senses told her another. There was something with her in this room, something not wholly alive nor dead.

Venus' eyes widened when she caught sight of it. A filmy shape like a sheet of tattered lace that floated through the door and hovered slowly towards her. She watched in measured fear as the shape grew closer, a face rising from the shape like a swimmer rising from the surface of the water. The features were hard to make out, indistinct, at the moment, but she knew its attention was focused solely upon her.

"Who are you?" Venus asked, nay demanded, of this being. In return, the shape continued to stare at her, but its features grew more distinct, becoming those of a man.

"Life, so sweet, so delicious," Venus heard in a soft whisper.

That was not the answer she had been expecting, and so she looked over the shape again, thinking back upon her training, "Are you a ghost?"

"Sweetness, so so sweet," the ghost said as it drifted closer to her. Venus scuttled backwards across the bed, surprised by the spirit's sudden movement. As she did, she felt the rough boards of the wall pressing against her bare back. Glancing about, she realized that her weapon was upon the floor, beneath the bed, and beyond her reach.

"Go away!" Venus shouted as the ghost floated directly in front of her face. She moaned as the ghost floated closer, its lips feeling like mist on her skin as it kissed her. Her hands passed through the ghost, as effective as if she'd tried to hold fog. "What do you want?" she whispered weakly, feeling herself becoming lost in the sensation as the ghost licked her neck.

"Sweet life, love and life, life and love, sweetness," the ghost said.