A/N: Hello. I am not new at this i have at least two stories out, this one id for our young authors book at our school, this doesn't have to be done 'till next year, but I want to know how good is it. I will accept flames, anything. Please R&R and Enjoy! All characters are owned by high tides.


Chapter 1

There he stood, his jet black hair quivering stlightly like a bowstrings pulse. His was giving off an elegant presence, he turned around slowly, my breathe was caught in the back of my throat. His facial features were. . . perfect. His coal black eyes were filled with hatred and bloodlust and a low growl erupted from his throat, I was frightened, very frightened. His pearly whtie fangs were uncovering themselves from their protective sheaths awaiting for the cool rush of the crimson liquid.They glistened with radiance in the moonlight of the night. I made the sacrefice to turn around and run, my shoes crunched against the the fallen leaves on the dark path. Leading from the crime filled city to the solitude forest, My house was in my view getting closer and closer with each step I take.Relief rushed over me, knowing that I shall soon be safe. I lunged for the door and disarranged through my pockets for my keys. They weren't there, I forgot to bring my keys! I started to bang, kick, and punch the door, but it only ended with myself getting bloody knuckles. Snap, crunch, snap! The noises echoed toward me filling me with fear and anger, then I was thrashed against the door with a immeasurable amount of force.

My vision started stared to fade, I feel a cold hand wisp by my face. It sent chills up my up my spines. I thankful that I had the strength to at least pick myself up and stand. I looked around.


CLIFFIE!! Mwahahaha! Please R&R. Flames are accepted.