This is a small excerpt from the prologue of one of my books I have been working on. Enjoy
A small black cat with golden eyes that had just a touch of green, slowly, and quietly made her way through the dark farmhouse. Sniffing as she stalked through the quiet home, she seems to be following a certain smell, following the smell up the stairs and down the hall. She came to the end of the hall where a door is just slightly ajar. Using her snout, she slowly pushed the door out so her body can fit through the small opening she created for herself. She took a few small steps inside the room and waited, after a minute or two she is certain nobody heard the soft creak of the door opening. She lifted her head and sniffed again, then looking around the room she saw a bed with a small lump hidden underneath a pile of blankets. Slinking forward ever so quietly she came to the foot of the bed and gracefully jumped up onto the corner of the bed. As soon as her paws touch down onto the bed and blankets her eyes are on her prey, never taking even a second to watch where she was stepping. Crouching down as she neared the head of the bed, taking a few more small steps to ready her body and legs to pounce. If someone did not know any better, they could have thought her a small panther, stalking her prey. Licking her upper lip as she pushed her claws out to give herself more traction and ensure her attack was fast and true. Lowering her bottom end closer of the bed while at the same time lifting her left paw just slightly, she jumps. In a flash she is just a blur of black fur flying at the child, who seems to be sleeping ever so peacefully.
What the cat had not anticipated, is that this young boy could move just as fast if not faster than her. And he had heard her open the door. He had heard, and almost felt, her landing on the bed by his feet. And now the cat had shown her hand and made her move, time for him to make his. Quick as lightning his eyes snapped open and he had his hands in the air and caught the small ball of fur mid-leap. Then just as quickly as he reached out and grabbed her, he rolled over onto his side while tucking the cat into his chest. Holding tightly, but not too tightly he murmurs to the feline. "Oh Morgan, I was wondering if you were ever going to come to bed." Not struggling the small cat, tucked tightly against the small boy's chest, meowed softly. The boy loosened his grip on her, and she stretched out, then made herself comfortable relishing the boy's warmth. After a few minutes of soft scratching the boy and the cat both fell asleep, keeping the secret of the would-be ambush, between them and the stars.
As the boy falls deeper and deeper into sleep, the world around him fades. Slowly a black void envelope the room they are in and every second takes more of the world around the boy into a black nothing. Soon it is just the boy and the cat, suspended in a black void as the bed fades from view. As the black started crawling up the boy's legs and taking him into its dark grasp, the small child grimaces and brings the cat closer to him as the void continued up his legs and started its way up his chest. Soon all but the small boys face and the cat have disappeared into that void of nothing. Now there is nothing, just a dark blank space, void of everything. There is no malice in this void, though there is neither happiness nor sadness. No feelings of any sort, no thoughts, nothing, either living or dead. Just nothing. Nothing.