My name is Elizabeth Ann Bryn (pronounced brin); I was born on October 16th, 1990. I'm technically American because I was born there, I have an American citizenship and an extremely strong American accent but when I was just three years old I moved to Britain. I'm an orphan and I have been all of my life when I was just a few days old I was found outside of the Raeburn orphanage. I was left on the front step in a basket with only a thin blanket covering me and a silver locket around my neck. I have always been unusual, strange things always happen around me it scares some people but I'm use to it because it's always been like that, the one constant in my life.

I've always been a loner of sorts simply because I'm nerdy which usually scares people away and if it doesn't then my appearance does. I'm extremely short and I always have been. I'm currently 5' 2" and at 18 years old I probably won't get much taller. I have dark brown hair that falls in loose ringlets to my waist. I'm pale, really pale. I wish I could say I have a wonderfully curvy body but I don't. My hips are basically non existent and I while my breasts are average for my height that doesn't mean their very big. You're probably thinking why would that scare people away because that sounds pretty ordinary? No the strange thing about me are my eyes. I have very unusual eyes; there is a ring of dark green around my pupils then a ring of silver and then another ring of green. I've been told countless times throughout my life that they are 'witch eyes' but I don't really mind cause their unique and I like being unique. Of course I have no problem with that.

I have powers. I'm not trying to sound like some crazy person now but it's true. They've always been there something just beyond my consciousness that's different. When I'm feeling strong negative emotions they come out. It's hard to explain it. It's almost like there are two me's, I named them when I was little and the names kind of stuck. The normal me is just Elizabeth or Lizzie but that other part of me is Fox. I know strange name but it was what my young mind came up with and in some ways it fits. Fox is the part of we that is cunning and sneaky that hides it's self from me but is always there when I need it. The first time Fox really came out was when I was six. I was mad another girl at the orphanage had decided to cut my hair while I was asleep. I was so mad at her that my hands seemed to get encased in ice. It didn't feel cold to my hands; it actually felt kind of warm. After several more accidents I found that I could control the ice and make it do what ever I wanted but it was only there when I was really angry or sad. I learned the hard way when I was thirteen that it worked with positive emotions too. It was my first ever kiss, his name was Rory, I'd fancied him for a long time and when he kissed me I was so happy that I wasn't paying attention and the ice came again. They found his dead body the next day they didn't know how exactly he died but all the symptoms pointed to drowning even though he was on dry land, I had filled his throat with ice without even realizing until it was too late.

There's this other part of Fox that attracts strange beings. The first time it happened I thought that I was hallucinating. I was walking back to the orphanage from the small shop down the street and I turned to go on the short cut I always take down a dark alley. Most people would be spooked by walking down a dark alley on their own but not me because for some reason I felt safe. I was half way down when I saw this man, well I thought it was a man at first because it looked like he had this horrid Halloween mask on, but it wasn't a mask. He had blood dripping from his mouth and I thought that I was going to die but then he stopped moving towards me and I stared him in the eyes and he stared back into mine. It was like he was looking into my soul and I was terrified, absolutely terrified. They say that dogs can smell fear and I was praying that this monster couldn't either. I was expecting Fox to take over like she usually did when I was really afraid but she didn't. The thing moved closer and I felt myself shaking all over. I thought about running but I knew that I had no chance of out running that thing and so I closed my eyes and got ready to die. I felt something brush against my hand and I tensed up. I felt it brush against my hand again and I opened my eyes to see it rubbing against my hand like a kitten wanting to be petted. I did the first thing that popped into my head I ran my hand along its head. I was expecting it to either bite me or run away but it didn't it started to make this low noise in the back of its throat so I stopped. As soon as I stopped the noise stopped and I realized that it was purring.

That wasn't my last encounter with those creatures. I would see them almost every time I walked along those paths. It didn't take me long to realize that they lived in dark alleys, abandoned buildings and the sewers. It didn't really surprise me considering they couldn't really blend in with people. They all acted the same way around me as that first one had. They all tried to get my attention and affection. They weren't the only strange beasts that were attracted to me. There were hundreds of others but they were the only frequent visitors.

The day I turned 18 I was told I had three days to leave the orphanage and that's where this story truly begins.

AN: Hope you like this so far. Some of the chapters will be in first person and some will be in third. All of the first person chapters will be like journal entries while the others will actually show what is happening to her. Please review if you like!!

-Jack (no not the certain captain you are all thinking of)