Prologue
Bitter. That was the formality of the nights cold air as I wandered through the streets of France. I could almost hear my mothers striking voice in my ear as I slipped through each side street. "Never go out alone, especially not at night, you never know who will be lurking". I growled under my breath at that, I was no longer a child, I was a fully fledged adult and honestly it wasn't that bad for a woman to be walking around on her own at 2am. My eyes darted down each street before I passed through, quickly ensuring nothing was around. Yeah sure, it was safe but I still wasn't an imbecile and checking them only took moments. My arms came around my petite form and my hands grasped just below my shoulders as I shivered from the icy air. As I came to round a corner, a harsh blast of wind forced me back some as I closed my eyes against it. Before I even had time to blink I knew I had made a major mistake; I had not checked this pathway, and a shadow was slumped to the ground, almost like it was leaning over another body. Quickly, I gasped and backed out before tripping over my own feet and falling to the floor, the slumped form then snapping it's head up and glaring at me. I could just about see the persons eyes through the shadows, the piercing glare causing me to freeze with fear. Slowly the form started to rise and walk towards me, it was then I noticed blood soaking his entire form and the wild eyes that held nothing but bloodlust. When he reached me, I looked from his shirt to his face and it was then that I fell unconscious.
He knew.