The harsh wind bit at Jeanette's face, turning her exposed cheeks and nose bright pink and making her lips chapped. She shivered, even though she wore a heavy jacket that only covered her torso and a few inches down her thighs, leaving her jean covered legs exposed. Her snow boots and thick socks kept her feet warm, thankfully.

Jeanette looked around her; trees were on all sides, making the forest seem so confined. Snow was everywhere, creating a peaceful scene. This was what she had wanted to find and she was grateful for the quiet of the forest. No one could annoy her here, not her roommates with their loud TV and music, not her family calling to check in on her, and not her ex-boyfriend who had been calling three times a day to harass her. Out here should could just enjoy life and take pictures for her photography class.

The young woman continued to walk through the trees, treading carefully incase of roots that were hidden by the snow. The sun shone down through the treetops and glistened off of the snow. When Jeanette passed through a break in some trees she gasped in awe. She had come out in a small clearing that looked untouched except for tiny markings made by animals. It was beautiful and in the distance she could see the outline of mountains.

Jeanette uncapped her camera, took a few steps back, and focused the picture. Through the lens it looked so beautiful. She snapped a few pictures at different angles and then took a few pictures of the trees to the side of her and into the forest behind her. Those were going to look great when they were developed later on in the week.

Taking a few tentative steps out into the clearing, Jeanette smiled at the scene in front of her. This was what she missed about her home, the nature. In the city where she went to college there was too much hustle and bustle and not enough relaxation.

Jeanette closed her eyes and just listened to the world around her. There weren't many creatures around but she could hear the wind going through the trees and she smelt the wintery scent that told her Christmas was on its way. She was thinking about where she would go next when a loud rustle in the forest surprised her. Her brown eyes shot open and snapped to the forest.

"Hello?" she called out warily, she couldn't see anything but there was a bad feeling in her stomach. "Is someone there?"

She waited for an answer but none came. That feeling wouldn't leave her and she was getting worried. It was getting later in the afternoon and she still had to find her way back through the forest to the trail that had led her from the road. Jeanette turned on her camera and snapped a few quick shots. As she looked few them something passed by her and lightly tugged at her hair.

Jeanette froze and counted to ten in her head. Nothing happened, no one attacked. "Hello?" she called out again. "Who are you?"

She turned around and nearly fell down at the man in front of her. His skin was whiter than the snow around them. Despite the freezing weather he wore only a pair of jeans and a black, long-sleeved shirt, even his feet were bare. It wasn't the clothes, or lack of, that first caught Jeanette's attention, it wasn't even his looks which were gorgeous. No, the first thing that Jeanette focused on was the man's strange eyes. They were a dull ruby which stood out against his skin.

The man chuckled. "What? You're done speaking to me?" he asked in a silky voice.

Jeanette couldn't speak. Every warning bell in her head was going off as she continued to stand by this stranger. She couldn't move though, all she could do was stare at him.

He smirked, showing off sharp teeth. One of his pale hands reached up and pushed Jeanette's hair away from her face. She shuddered at his touch. His hand was ice cold and rough.

"What's your name, dear?" he asked. Jeanette said nothing, her mouth wouldn't move, the words barely processed in her mind. "Come now, I won't bite…much," he laughed, a throaty sound which didn't seem to match his voice. When Jeanette still wouldn't say anything the man lowered his head down to her level, she shrunk back as he unzipped her jacket. The cold air assaulted her but he didn't stop, the man pulled off the scarf around her neck and carelessly threw it to the ground. "Don't you smell appetizing?"

The words surprised Jeanette so much that one word escaped her lips in a squeak. "W-what?"

This caused the man's sick smile to widen. "So she does speak. And what is your name, dear?"

"J-Jean-nette," she stuttered through chattering teeth.

"What a pretty name for a pretty girl." He was slowly circling around Jeanette. She spun her head around to follow his movements.

"Wh-who are y-you?"

The man just smiled and came to a stop behind her. His hands went to her shoulders and before she knew what was happening he had ripped off the jacket. He dropped it next to them, broke the camera strap that was around Jeanette's neck, and dropped the electronic on the jacket. Jeanette stood in the snow, shivering violently.

"P-p-lease st-sto-p-p," she cried out. She was extremely frightened at this part.

He chuckled, a dark sound, "And why would I do that, my dear Jeanette?"

The next moment Jeanette felt a fierce pain in her neck. She screamed out and tried to pull herself from the man's grasp but it was no use, he was too strong.

"Help!" Jeanette attempted to scream but it was too weak to hear.

She was about to slip under into unconsciousness when a feral growl reached her ear. The man broke contact with her and she crumpled into the snow. Her whole body lashed around in the wet snow, soaking her clothes. She tried to keep her eyes closed in an effort to weaken the pain but they still opened at times to see the white sky.

Jeanette was lifted up and she opened her eyes, fearful that the man at fault for this pain was back. It wasn't him, though, it was a blonde angel.