Celina found herself sighing as she brushed her hair for bed, listening to the characteristic creaks and groans of her childhood home. She stood in the small bathroom across from her bedroom, dressed only in a thin white tank top that let the slight draft of her home tease at the soft fabric that was pulled taught over her breasts. Her nipples made pert tents in the fabric covering them, the shirt only continuing half way down her slip waist. From there flowed a few inches of smooth, creamy skin before her center was covered with a pair of tight pink panties, lace decorating around the top of her thighs.
She smiled at her reflection when she finally arranged her red hair to lay straight around her face, the ends reaching between her shoulder blades. She set down the brush, her blue eyes catching a glitter from the bathroom lights just before she flipped them off.
She crept her way through the dark hall, back across to her own room, the lights off there as well. She navigated her way into the bed by memory, falling onto the cool sheets with a contented smile. She enjoyed spending time at home on her breaks from school. She shrugged away her thoughts of homework and boys at school, rolling onto her side and pulled the blankets up warmly around her. She purred at the warmth, finding herself quickly asleep.
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Celina sat up with a start, eyes wide open, not quite sure what had woken her. She looked around the room, her eyes unable to pick up an disturbance in the familiar shadows. After a few moments of looking around, she shrugged and chalked the sudden wake up to an unremembered dream. She curled back up on her side, eyes just starting to drift closed once again.
There was a loud skittering from under the bed. She sat up with a start, blinking hard at the sound. She leaned towards the edge of the bed, her thoughts in a jumble.
The skitter turned into a scrape of nails against the hardwood floor. She sat back quickly, shaking a bit in surprise and fear. Her mind instantly jumped to memories a decade old, nights she spent too terrified of the monster under the bed to get her parents for help. She shook herself out of her cowering, leaning forward with a soft mumble.
"You're too old to be scared of monsters," she shook her head, her foot inches from the floor when a clawed hand the size of her face reached its way out from under the bed, reaching up. Instead of grabbing her ankle as she snapped it back in surprise, it lifted into the air and waved to her.
Her eyes went wide, staring at the spot in the air so intently she missed the second hand pulling from under the bed, followed shortly after by the back of the creatures head. Its bright blond hair hanging from its scalp to the floor finally pulled her attention. She shrank back in terror, her scream caught in her throat. After another moment, the monster had fully emerged into the room.
He stood well above six feet in height, almond shaped eyes accentuating the sharp angles of his face. The beast bore a hungry smirk, leaning forward towards the bed, blond hair falling around his strangely beautiful face. Ears nearly a foot in length stood at an angle from his head, jutting backwards from his skull. The monster took a step forward, bones clear under his dark skin. It held an almost purple hue; spikes of varying length stuck up between his shoulder blades and continued down his spine, their tips tinted an inky black. The base of his spine flowed into a slim, whip-like tail, the same color as his flesh.
He took another step forward, leaning his great hands on the edge of the bed, balancing his form on it in an almost catlike way. The hungry look on his elf-like face was impossible to mistake. His tongue was as pointed at his teeth as it slithered between them. A hand closed around Celina's ankle as she flinched towards the wall. She found herself shaking as the beast pulled her forward, screwing her eyes shut. She wasn't ready to look into the sharp teeth preparing to tear into her flesh.