Prologue
He could see her in her room. She was drawing on that pad human`s call a drawing/sketch pad. His family had called it a dream pad for whatever you drew also existed in your deep self-conscious, or in other words, your dreams. She was really skilled in drawing; she moved her writing utensil as if it were a second hand to her.
He`d heard she was beautiful but not to this extent did he believe it. She had waist long hair that shone a chestnut soft brown that brought out her pale but softness of her skin. She was averagely tall but not really, although her extraordinary legs made your attention want to direct away from her height and onto them. Those legs with the combination of her delicious curves could do crazy things to a man.
However what was most radiant about her were her rare violet purple eyes. They shone out with gray flecks that just made you want to swim in them forever. It was almost like they ripped away all of the walls you put over and around your heart and soul and looked straight into you and into the depths of your soul. Someone could get lost in eyes like that.
It was almost sad that he`d have to mark her. But he had to do his duty as a tracker, so he set off. He slipped in her window without a sound, at first notably mesmerized by her graceful movements. Then by the curves of her young body. She was but seventeen but in Vampire a year was nothing besides a number.
She must`ve finally sensed him because she suddenly froze and whirled around. And then he knew he had to do what The Goddess sent him here to do.