Rachel began her trek through the long darknened streets of the city,
which was as new and as fresh to her as this need she could not deny,
no matter how much the rational side of her wanted her to.

"You should have listened to me Rachel...." The Shadow told her.
"Have I ever let you down before? No one cares for you as I do. No
one is as interested in your welfare as I am. Don't you understand.
If you die, so will I."

Rachel had long since gotten over the fact that most people would
term her condition schizophrenia. When you strolled along and
suddenly you began to talk to yourself, it was a bit crazy. Yet,
though initially she had struggled with that, Rachel could not deny
after a time the naked truth of the matter. Her shadow had never led
her wrong. Her shadow had helped her adjust to what she became, and
her shadow eased the long lonely nights of torment for her.

"I am the only true friend you will ever have
Rachel....listen....listen to me........you thirst. You need to
eat.....you have put it off since what happened the last time, that
was a mistake. You did not mean to do it."

Rachel responded to the Shadow. "No......I wont risk slipping again,
I wont risk another mistake, I wont risk killing someone..."

She would hold out a little bit longer, before she fed on the soul
that she not only craved, but had to have it she wanted to survive.