Dark night

The sweet wind of nocturnal Verde ran though its small stone streets. Its way lightened only by the bright moon that tinted the landscape of a chilly blue. And making no more sound than a panther closing in on the prey.

Against the common rules of the town, little Ahna was awake, her long hair thrown in her face as she balanced over the edge of the sloping roof of her house, slightly over a two stories high height. Her eyes were closed, and her small red mouth bleached from color, and not only because of the light, was closed in fear. She didn't seem to have mush problem walking around the edge of a most probable death if she slipped, making her way with ease, as if her feet knew the way and made it without consulting her head.

.one feet. She was nearing the unconnected edge that would drop her to her neighbors' garden, the tall shrubs cut into a dozen different animals seeming to call and move in the light, even the elephants wanting Ahne's flesh.

A chuckle rises in the wind, a poisoned and twisted sound capable of stopping the blood of the most blood-heated and of killing the feeble of heart. As soon as the sound spread through the town, rising from their sleep a dozen men, sixteen women, and all the children in it, little Ahne's deep violet eyes blinked into awareness and made her a step from the edge.

It was all like a bad for the poor shrubs bereft of food who'd gone back to more normal unmovement.
Ahne Port, still trembling of fright, lied on her bed with eyes half-glazed in shock, several sheets and a thick comforter pulled up to her chin to cool her down. It was just barely early morning, and an unshaved man talked to her parents in hushed toned.

"Doctor? Are you sure she's fine? She looks horrible." Her mother questioned while being hold by her husband in an effort from stopping her of shaking in fear for her suddenly mute daughter.

"Yes." answered Dr. Falange while scratching his chin, his tone not completely reflecting his inner doubts. ".'s just in shock. She should be fine in a couple of hours. Though it stretches to days in some cases." He coughs quietly and looks at the girl through the little space left by the almost closed door. "make sure there's someone with her at all times, and that she doesn't stand up until you can talk to her, we don't know what she'll do. From my guess, she was sleepwalking, but it could be something else."

"Alright doctor." Is all Ahne's father answer as he leads the doctor to the door and thanks him. Her mother staying behind and watching her daughter, wondering what she did up there last night while the girl fought the 'greenies' in her dreams.
"Go away! Go away!" Ahne cried, running over an unending roof lighted under a huge red moon that seemed to be about to fall over her. 'Better that than to end fed to those things' she thinks, not daring to look back on the figures that followed her, not completely in sight, camouflaged in green behind the thousand chimneys this roof seemed to had and nooks and crooks it provided for hiding only to them.

She had to she kept running. From time to time she though she heard the voices of her her neighbors', and even of the town's doctor. She shouted back, pleading for someone to help here, to wake her from this horrible nightmare, but no one seemed to notice.

Her face was all dirty by now, her beautiful hair made a mess. She'd been crying while she ran for hours, or at least that's what she'd felt it was. Time meant nothing here, and only she felt the strain of the run. Her followers just slinked from shadow to shadow formed by the ever-still red moon.
" God, my Ahne." Ahne's mother sobbed, lying on her daughters bed trying to make her stop shivering. By now, her lips were blue, her eyes bloodshot and her heart was racing like that of a wild horse. Her father, was also crying by now, his footsteps loud on the stone roads of Verde, heading for the doctors house again.

Half a block away he started shouting rousing from their beds the owners of all near house, which came out in pajamas and an assortment of diverse find nothing but a size 44 shoe.

"What the heck.?" whispered out the doctor, a long rifle in his hand, his wife peering from over his shoulder into the darkness.

"Come to bed 've been ." He voice shaking as she tried to pry her husband back into the security of their home.