Emmett's POV
As she stood on top of the tombstone, looking up at the full moon, barely holding onto her scythe, you could tell she was thinking deeply. I mean, you could just tell by the look in her eyes. I knew I had seen her before, because I remember that day exactly.
I took a step closer, and heard a light crunch. Her head spun around to where I was standing.
Crap.
Was the bush I was hiding in enough to conceal me? Of course it is, right? Im in the shadows of a tree anyways.
Her expression of curiosity quickly turned into an expression of tranquility and composure. She turned around, and went back to looking up at the dark fall night. Of course, why would she worry? Nothing could harm her. Not anything or anyone. The silence of the night was intterupted by a sudden beeping sound. It was her watch, and as she checked the time and turned off the alarm, she sighed. A split second later, she was gone, flying through the night with her dark black wings.
