Tantalizing Tribulations

" One is never so dangerous when one has no shame, than when one has grown too old to blush."

Storm had ended, the night ripped open painfully dark, the moon tore through the black set night like shredded velvet, the black wispy tendrils caressed the full face of the yellow moon. A faint echoing down the bare city street, a clicking of metallic boot heels against the pavement, down the middle of the road she walked. A stray faint arcing of blue as the steel tipped heels found a pebble in the pavement. Attired in a full black leather trench coat, billowing out behind her as her gait was swift and even, hands balled to fists shoved in the front pockets. Damp curling red hair hung in tangled wayward waves down her back. She was walking home, the buses stopped an hour ago, and well a cab would not be caught dead here in this part of town. To her left the Cemetery came to view, all around her silence not even a rat or alley cat. An odd eerie illuminescent glow game over her, each time she passed under the street lamps that lined the road. Her only source of light as she left the road and turned into the Cemetery, taking the short-cut home, would cut off at least thirty minutes off her walking time. Into the Cemetery she traversed, without really a second thought pushing open the rusted wrought iron gates. Now her boot heels clicked and echoed the Sanctuary of the Cemetery, she had no fear of waking anyone up here, everyone was dead asleep. She snickered and disappeared into the darkness, the low laying mist grabbed and snatched around her booted feet as she went down the narrow lane......