my 1st edward fic hope you like!
DON'T GO!
PROLOGUE
Rumor has it, that centuries ago, a man with scissors for hands came down to suburbia from the mansion atop the hill that seemed so out of place amidst such color. It was around Christmas at the time. They say that the snow was made by this scissor handed man. This tale has been told far too many times before so I will spare you the possible in-corrections. Now to the real story!
A/N: yeah its short but i'm workin' on it! r/r please
