I'm sorry if my story sucks, it's my first time writing (this is such a shot chapter). I have more chapters that I wrote to this but I want to see if this goes well before I continue. Happy Reading! =D
Miya's P.O.V.
I never knew that all it took was a glance, a simple twitch of the hand, and a spark. He just happened to be there. Why? There was a number of reasons. First, we both liked the same music. Second, we were both supernatural, him a vampire, and I a shifter. And third, I think, because it was meant to be.
We were at a "Love and Hate" concert (which at the time was my favorite band) and he was right beside me. He, which im guessing money was no issue, had a backstage pass around his neck. I myself wasn't so lucky, I snuck in ...
We were both dancing and accidentally touched hands. In that instant, my whole world changed. By instinct, we both looked up. He was about 6'9" (almost a foot taller than me!) and his eyes were a deep brown. The kind you could easily get lost in, as I did. His eyes held secrets, though what I didn't know. He was mysterious, yet open. It sounds stupid I know ... but it was the truth. His shoulder length dark brown hair was tied back in a ponytail. He was muscular, but not in the sickning way that makes people think he used steroids. In the way that people could tell he visited the gym frequently. He also had a light tan ... He had on a black tight fitting "Love and Hate" shirt, navy blue jeans, and a pair of black and grey converse(yum ... =D)
I knew then, of corse, that he was what he was. A moroi. But I also knew that if I knowticed all those things, that I couldn't forget or ignore him. Or what I felt.
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