Descriptive Writing By Kirsty Oliver
He started to walk towards me; his walk was too graceful for a man yet very lethal. I studied his features from head to toe; slowly moving up his body. His charcoal black military boots tapped too lightly on the floor that you couldn't hear a sound, even the crunching of the leaves were silent. For a minute I was sure I'd gone deaf, until I heard a crow caw somewhere in the distance.
My eyes looked up from his boots to his black skinny jeaned attractive legs. The black skinny jeans clung tightly to his legs and were tucked into his black military boots. On his upper body he wore a raven black t-shirt that was plain and quite tight, showing of his decent muscles. Over his top he wore a loose murky black leather jacket that I probably wouldn't have liked on anyone else. That was when I realised everything he wore was black, but it looked good.
His long arms dangled at the side of his muscular body. Encircling his long thin hand was a lapis lazuli ring, dazzling everyone with ocean blue stone flecked with gold, encrusted right in the middle of the silver ring. The ring was thick and the lapis lazuli stone dug deeply into it. I gazed at the ring in awe at its beauty, it was clearly hand made centuries ago. It had patterns engraved sharply into the resplendent silver. The lapis lazuli stone danced in the sun, shining as something around his neck caught my eye. Around his neck he wore a small fragile silver chain, hanging from the chain was another ring matching his own. The ring, supported by the chain, clung to his neck tightly like a snake trying to strangle its victim. There was defiantly a story behind the ring and I wanted to know it.
My eyes detached themselves from his neck and fixated themselves upon his face. He stopped walking and stood completely still about ten feet away from me and winked. I was shocked by the darkness in his eyes; they stood out from the whole of his face. His eyes were a starless black; they were so dark they almost merged in with his pupils. He was standing there motionless glaring at me as I studied his every feature. His eyes, emotionless and unreadable, were framed with long, thick, black lashes that girls would kill to have.
He smirked at me, showing off the long, sharp, startling white canines as if he was taunting me, trying to show his power, trying to scare me. It worked; I could feel goose bumps rise on my arms just from looking at this beautiful, but deadly creature. He then closed his mouth and stood there silently with a grin on his face, clearly knowing he had startled me. My eyes traced his lips noticing how full and red they were. A small ruby red droplet of blood dripped from the side of his mouth down along the side of his chin. His fine, long black hair framed his face perfectly showing off his handsome features. He took another small, deadly step towards me daring me to come closer, from some strange reason I wanted to, I felt as if something invisible was pulling me towards this gorgeous man. His sadistic eyes looked me up and down as if he was taking in every detail of me too and at this moment, for the first time in my life, I felt very self conscious stood in front of this beautiful man. Some were deep in the forest a man's deep harsh voice shouted "Damon!"
So Damon was his name, he grinned down at me and kissed me softly on the lips making my head explode and for the first time I heard him speak "We'll be crossing paths again soon." He whispered in a dark, sultry tone. I took one last look at him and closed my eyes for the slightest second and felt the wind blow around me. When I opened them he was gone, disappeared some were deep into the blackened forest. I knew I wouldn't forget the way he kissed me, or anything about him, I also knew when he said we'd be crossing paths again soon, he wasn't lying.