Prologue
She was lying on the dewy grass; blood gushing out of her neck. The silent figure was long gone, but his sweet smell still lingered. No one was around within a forty-mile radius.
The girl was beautiful. Long golden hair with hazel eyes, still open. On her shirt was a nametag that read: Izzy. Izzy was walking home from school after her first day of tenth grade, only to never return.