It was the first time anyone has ever struck me the way he did. I knew that no one else would put the same warmth in me. No one could unleash the same rebirth inside me....He made me feel...like I belong...

I didn't know his name...or his voice...or anything about him...He just walked through me and took half of me away with him. I knew I had to be with him...That I would be with him.

The weather was unpredictable in May; especially in the town of Winchester. The day was still and birds sang a soft lullaby in the dead of the afternoon. The sky was a dense blanket of white and gray clouds; so smooth that it look like a picture from a book.

I remember the reflection of the sky showing in the hidden lake. The waist high weeds surrounded the lake. You could walk through them and not notice the secret water. Near there was the path no one knew existed.

It was an ancient olive grove that smelt of wet oak bark and dead leaves. The grove's path was perfect after all those years of no one setting foot on it. The olives never fell from the tree. I remember how quiet it was.

I crouched in the towering olive tree on the twisting branch. The damp dark bark's scent filled my calm mind. The ravens perched in the near by old oak tree; singing the song I know too well.

The day let off an eerie whitish blue fog in the air that drifted like a kite flying through the grove. Everything was still. Listening to the sad song the raven sang. I fingered the pale green leaves of the tree and that is when the hunt began.

I heard a sudden crack of a twig down below. My grey-blue eyes widen at the sight of someone on the path. No one ever came here. No one dared to. He didn't know of the dangers that lie ahead.

It was a tall blond teen with crystal blue eyes. He had a pair of headphones in his ears and he was walking...alone. I moved closer down from the canopy of the tree to get a better look.

My movement was so graceful that a pin dropping in a busy airport was louder than me. The blond didn't notice me and a headphone fell out of his left ear. My eyes never left him. I never seen anyone like this before.

A raven hopped down the gnarled oak branch and whistled a haunting tune. The blond turned off his headphones and shook his hair. A smell arose my senses and my eyes turned black.

I clinched my teeth but the sense was too much for me. My hands choked the branches as I tried to fight away. His smell was so. . .good. I closed my eyes and tightened my clinched teeth. It was too much for me to handle. I hissed and I caught the blond's attention.

He turned his head sharply around with his eye piercing hard at the tree. He saw nothing. I was already far off in the endless acres of olive. I was gliding from tree to tree with my feather-like steps.

My eyes could still see him through the maze of tree branches. He was staring straight ahead at me but I knew he couldn't see me. The blond kept a still face and breathed quietly through his nose.

He turned around and went away from the dark route. The fog twirled around his quickened steps. He knew something was wrong because the ravens stopped their lovely song.

My eyes focused on him and my face was as hard as stone. His scent drove me mad. My teeth clinched together until he was completely out of my sight.

I leaned back against the long branch and put my hands behind my head. I looked up at the sky's blank face. My pale skin remained frozen like ice. I rubbed my still marble face with my hands.

It happened so fast but it was so much for me. I inhaled the damp scents of the woods and tried to regain my control. My eyes were still as black as the depths of the lake.

I began to recover and my body remained lying against the branch. My mind tried to focus on something else but it was following the path and what he was doing now. My mind imagined the future...of what will happen.

The blond was like a ghost...like an angel...It has been so long since I've seen someone who I knew...It has never happened...something like this could've never happened. Ever. But it did.

My mind slowed and my face was fierce yet unreadable. I will never forget that day. It brought me on a different road in my journey. All because of him.

I put my hands back behind my head and they pressed into the pale moss of the wet tree. The rain would begin. I could sense it. My eyes turned back to their normal state of grey-blue.

The hunt would begin. I couldn't refuse it. I had to find him. He was the one. He is the one.

He was unaware of what could've happen. He was unaware of what had happened. He was unaware of what will happen.