Chapter One
The night blew a chill wind across the unoccupied streets of the small village in England. It was the dead of night and the leaves shivered in the darkness. The temperature had dropped unusually low for what was predicted to be a warm fall night. It was mid September and it seemed as though winter had decided to make an early appearance.
Against the wind a young girl could be seen walking up a slight hill at the dead of midnight. She was five feet and five inches tall with long, straight black hair. She looked as though she were being frozen alive as she shook all over with the cold. She wrapped herself up in her robe and fought to stay warm though it seemed impossible.
All of a sudden a howl, like that of a werewolf, could be heard though the trees. The area the girl walked though was heavily forested on either side of the street. With a glance around from her deep green eyes, the girl continued on her way.
A house could be seen off in the distance, what seemed to be her destination. A twig snapped to her right in the trees. A flash of pale blue light could be seen, if there had been anyone around to see the light besides the young girl of seventeen.
Adrienne Potter was never seen again after that night. Those of her time were unable to find more than one trace of her. The next morning her family found her scarf lying on the ground next to the spot she had disappeared from. Extensive searches were performed for days, weeks, even months after her disappearance. The village, her school, mostly everyone who knew who she was mourned her disappearance. It was unclear whether she was dead or alive, were she had gone, if she had struggled from an assailant…