Authors Note: Yes. I've posted this story before and Yes I have taken it down before, but I'm really wanting to attempt to start writing again. I have edited it and am continuing to go ahead with this story. Please Review so I have motivation! Thanks!
Prelude.
Sitting in his office Tristan listened to a relentless girl that seemed to never go away. Every day at dusk a short, cliché blonde, somewhere midway in her teens would sit outside the front door of his 317 year old estate. She never seemed to get tired of coming to his home but never went this far. She would always just sit on the porch and gaze at the windows. All of which he would avoid until, she had given up for the night and left. She most definitely was not like the teens he had socialized with in the past nor was she like the ones he had seen on his late night prowls for "food". This girl was special. When he would sneak a peek of her on the porch Tristan would feel a pull towards her. Never had she actually got this close and never had he allowed a human to get this close to him. That was until this time when she opened the door. "Hello, is anyone home?" Roamed the halls of the Schecter Estate.