A drop of dark red liquid ran its way down the side of my finger. Just a paper cut. I watched it make its journey, admiring the perfect shade before I brought it up to my mouth and licked it off, sucking slightly on the cut to stop the flow. I'm not some sort of cannibal or something, its just a natural reflex – to suck a paper cut, after all your own saliva is the best thing to heal a cut.

I turned my attention back to my English essay, what's the point? I'll finish it some other time. I put my pen down, exhausted. Rolling over on my bed the clock told it was time to sleep – 2am. It was a Friday night and I felt like a total nerd. I had tried to finish it off tonight so I could do whatever I wanted for the whole weekend. Oh well I could talk my parents into letting me off the hook right? I sighed as I sat up, stretching. I was stiff for lying in one position too long. I changed, brushed my teeth, slumped down on my bed sleepily and closed my eyes. It was dark in my room but the light from my lamp shone through my eyelids making everything red. I scowled moodily and slowly turned my head, not bothering to turn it off.

I would most likely get sick with the icy breeze coming through the open window but right now I didn't care. I groaned as my stomach rumbled. 'Shut up,' I thought at it, 'some people are trying to sleep here'. With that last thought I fell asleep quickly.

If I had had any sense I would've closed the damn window. If I had a brain I would've closed the curtains and turned the lamp off. And I would've, if I'd had known what would happen to me. If I'd known what the consequences of a small cut, an open window and a clear breeze were in a world where the most deadly creatures, the perfect predators were waiting. But I didn't know because it's not true.

I shivered where I lay, still asleep. It was a good thing I was a deep sleeper. I was having a nightmare, I couldn't keep still, I couldn't scream and shout for help and I couldn't wake up, not yet.

"Sshhh, its okay princess I won't hurt you, I'll keep you safe..." he repeated it again, he whispered words of comfort in my ear as he held me tightly in his arms. It was cold here, in his arms, too cold, it scared me but in a way it still felt good on my clammy skin. But I was afraid of this man; he was older than I was, much stronger and far too attractive than what was necessary. He was pale with dark brown hair, straight dark brown hair. It was quite long, combed forward to hide parts of his face. It hid his eyes, going past them to his cheek bones. But with his face so close to mine I could see, feel, hear everything. The soft curve of his lips, pulled up at the edges in a smile, the tender jaw line, slightly feminine, the prominent cheekbones set in the right place, the straight angle of his nose, but the eyes, they caught me off guard and I stopped struggling in his embrace. They looked so-so-so... well lets just say that beautiful is an understatement. They were like stars. They were twinkling honestly at me, telling no lies, suddenly I found myself wondering if what he said before was true. They were purple and they changed colour? The shade was changing constantly, from pupil outwards like ripples in a pond; electric purple, orchid, heliotrope, mulberry, pansy purple, Tokyo purple. Suddenly they turned quite light: periwinkle, lavender, mauve.

It was stunning.

I didn't move and he chuckled, repositioning me in his lap so he could hold me even closer. As he was shifting me I realised that it was just as brilliant when he looked away, when they were partly obscured by his thick, long black lashes. Some part of my brain was still working and I managed to move my hands to his chest in a poor attempt to keep some distance. As usual. Yes I'd had this dream before, every night from my last birthday in July. It's the night before New Years Eve tonight. I was waiting, I should've woken up by now, I always do, just before I see his eyes I'm pulled away. Why is tonight so different? And why does this dream feel so real; his cool breath on my cheek, tickling slightly, his gentle fingers lightly tracing over my lips. He moved closer. My breath caught in my throat. But still I waited.

I stared blankly at the wall behind him, frozen as his lips caressed by ear. He spoke slowly. I gasped as he pulled away and searched his eyes, it was true. I will be his. I have no choice.

My eyes flashed open and I jumped as the window slammed shut.

Author's Note:

Please review, constructive criticism is welcomed. Tell me if I should continue it. Oh and I will be drawing the character and posting it on deviant. I'll give you the link when it's done. Thankyou.