Preface
I crept out into the night, the moonlight blazing on my porcelain skin. The frost-covered grass crunched under my bare feet, scattering the pristine crystals. The light, frigid breeze whispered as it caressed my skin and whipped my satin wrap around my arms; tendrils of my hair licked my face.
"He's coming," it breathed, almost crooned. "He's coming. . ." the wind whisked its voice into the thick cover of darkness. A soft smile played at my lips as I concentrated on the sound of approaching footsteps.
"Melody?" a harsh voice whispered into the darkness.
"Yes, I'm here." My cool voice was smooth and alluring; the velvet of it pulled him closer. He stepped into the clearing, and we stared at each other amid the quiet gush of the stream.
"It's cold. Why are we here?" Seth complained. He was almost touching me now.
"This," I whispered; my eyes flashed and my lips parted gracefully over my sharp, gleaming teeth.