It was a misty day and Amy was sitting on the gray pavement that lined her town, watching the sun set in the west ( her usual actions everyday) after a long day in her little French town.

Night was already beginning before she could process the beautiful sunset, it upset her every time but she knew another day would come and she would see it again. She sighed and stood up and headed toward the back alley where she would sleep into a deep slumber, but when she got there a guy was stealing her favorite neck lace. "Hey you!" she squeaked and ran toward him and he flinched and looked up "Oh is this yours squirt?" he asked putting his filthy fingers all over her neck lace.

She became red.

"Don't touch it!" she yelled, now running toward him with a pace only a cheetah could maintain for long. As she neared him though he placed both of his hands on her teeny shoulders and gripped her to hold her in place "what do you think you're doing darling?" he asked and pushed her onto the ground. He bent down now, a dagger in his hand now pointed toward her throat "don't you dare touch me with that" she threatened.

Amy suddenly kicked him in his private parts and he staggered back now moaning in pain "you bitch.." he whispered and she ran off grabbing her neck lace.

20 miles away from last part…

She was panting, nearly scared to death.

She couldn't keep this up! Her running and panting made her nearly faint as sweat lined the under-part of her eyebrows. "Oh God please guide me" she huffed trying to at least mutter to herself without totally falling over. Amy glanced behind her now seeing that the thief had stopped following her.

She decided to sit down for a little so she could regain her strength. As she looked up toward the mysterious sky she noticed that there was absolutely no movement around her, not even a squeak of a mouse and that factor of silence made her quiver. At the same time she felt like she was being watched, she had had enough with this deep dark fear in the pit of her stomach.

Then she heard a twig snap in the distance.

Her red curls flung around hopelessly as she spun her porcelain, fragile head to look at the person who was watching. Her eyes only met with deep illuminating red eyes from the shadows but when she blinked the eyes were gone.

Amy shook that thought out of her head.

Soon afterwards she fell into a deep sleep.

"Amy get out of here!" a voice yelled over the burning flames of her now ablaze village. How did anyone even know her name since she was just a nobody anyway? Without any hesitation though she ran toward the great sign that was like an arch to enter her small little village, but then suddenly it collapsed right before her feet. "AH!" she screamed and when she turned around to run the other way a tall figure stood over her small helpless body with sharp teeth.

Amy woke up to the heat of the newly risen sun on her face and a nice scar on her neck from the man's dagger from last night. "Shit.." she mumbled and forced herself to sit up off the surface of the now sweltering wood. Her skin felt burned all over.

Nightfall again….

Once again she had come to terms of her now regular schedule it would be sleep, watch the sunrise, walk aimlessly around town, then watch sunset, and then go to bed.

Every-day!

Tonight was different though, she felt another presence in the dark shadows of her eyes when they closed.

Tonight was also different because she was walking to her usual sleeping spot when she saw a man standing in the shadows, awaiting or something for her to come towards him.

Amy shrugged the thought off but was quickly brought back to reality not only because of that but then the guy from the night before was now standing in front of her,

With his friends.