Something that doesn't exist fell in love!?

Long ago it was well known of the creatures who stalked the night, who dared

count them, name them why bother. For years people had tried first to name and

categorize, then curiosity quickly turned to dread. How many of these creatures

had turned on their fellow but human inhabitors of the earth. Till all the humans

lived in fear of the creatures. The werewolves, the vampires, those were easy;

they could be fought with special weapons. A human could keep out of their way;

not go in the forest, not go out after dark, the cautious lived, the unlucky died. But

life could not be that simple for the creatures the humans feared the most.

Those that came from their own kind born of their own dark desires that lifted them

out of their graves to stalk the homes of the villages.

The ghosts, out of all creatures, only they called the human village, the very homes,

their own. The ghost, though malevolent creatures, lived their lives as though they

were very much alive though a bit out casted from normal society but they seemed

to enjoy it. The fear of the humans for the ghost came from one main source,

these ghosts could like you.

A simple thing though it may seem, when a ghost liked you they married you.

Though a human giving consent to such a marriage had never been heard of; but

the ghost didn't care much about consent or human laws. Why should they, they

were ghosts living in a type of sub-society feeding off the human population. For

you see a ghost never married a human, ghosts only married other ghosts, so if a

ghost liked a human there was one very simple solution, in order to marry it

....the ghost killed it.

The ghosts always killed at night and no one knew who would die if anyone

though no one could remember a night when some poor soul had not been "loved"

by a ghost.

With the ghosts came another problem, a villager could not discern whether

a relative or loved one who died of natural causes stayed dead or became a

ghost. Those with greed in their hearts and a want for blood, who bore no fangs,

soon found great opportunity. If something were to happen in the night to an

enemy, to a rich relative, to anyone they pleased, who was there to say that it

was not the ghosts. Soon the ghosts were not the only monsters of human-

making prowling the night darkened streets of the villages. The night's darkness

hides a great many things, sometimes things that no eye should bear to see,

other times to protect the small hope of virtue in a world of hate. The darkness

performed its duty as though honoring the woman, there at her bidding for her

mission as the night seemed to wrap around her pale form. A queen among

creatures who only the night dare touch, though even then, only to pay tribute, a

strange creature who yet had no name. Her paleness tribute to her virtue, her

darkness the bowing of nature to her mystery, had she been but seen she would

havebeen mistaken for a goddess. In that night her pale arms reached through a

small window to a sleeping child, whom she held to her chest away from both cold

and prowling creatures.

Taking a moment to allow her white cape to slide off her shoulders she encircled it

around the child and disappeared into the night.