This night is sparkling, don't you let it go
I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home
I'll spend forever wondering if you knew
I was enchanted to meet you

Enchanted by Taylor swift
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The first time I met him was on a cool January morning while driving down the abandoned 403 highway that had once been the spark of life in this sleepy old town. He was walking along the side of the road, his hands lay limp at his sides, and his eyes stared down at the pavement that lay underneath his crimson covered feet.

The blood that dripped from his feet had smeared against his fingers and cheeks, leaving him looking almost savage like, he was no younger than me; seventeen. His faded blue jeans hung lazily at his hips, slightly torn at the knees, and fraying in places where they caressed the pavement.

I slowed as I came closer to the mess at the side of the road. I rolled down the passenger side window watching him closely for a reaction. His head slowly turned towards me, his face was emotionless, and besides the blood almost immaculate. His jaw bones were held high underneath his olive skin, and his brows were slightly arched.

His eyes are what had startled me the most. The image of them burned into my memory; green with flecks of red and gold. The intensity of fire was what had scared me, and what had made me feel drawn to him. There was a fire behind those eyes, a secret, a passion, something deadly and frightening, but also warm and exciting.

My breath caught in my chest, and I fought against the fluttering wings in my stomach for words. The boy smiled almost knowingly, as if daring me to say the first words.

"Do you need a ride somewhere?" he seemed to consider my words at first. His muscles tensed in concentration underneath his black shirt as he seemed to weigh his paths.

He looked towards me then, and with a nod he responded with a slight and unknown accent "yes." He opened the passenger door, and for the briefest second, he hesitated. When he was finally seated in the car, he sat completely still; his only movement were his enticing eyes, which scanned the interior of the car.

"I'm Anna" I said unsure of how to relieve the awkward silence that had suddenly taken over the tiny interior of the faded red truck. He turned his head slightly in my direction, and looking me over he responded with his name.

"Daviel"