The orange harvest moon was rising as I made my way through the deserted park to return home. I had spent the day with my friend Paige and since neither of us owned a car, I was resigned to walk home. I started to regret my decision as my skirt billowed around me with even the slightest breeze. It may have been summer, but it was a chilly night. The wind picked up slowly and rustled the bushes to my left and I spun around to see no one. The swings on the set swung, with an eerie squeal that curdled my blood. I felt fear coil up in my body, I started to feel it flow in my veins. I began to run. I was gasping and out of breath when I came to the edge of the forest that stood in between my house and me. I paused for a minute or two, looking from side to side, trying to find any reason for my fear. The forest was dense at best when not on the path and almost impossible to manuver through in the dark for each tree looked the same in shadow. I was about to enter the forest when i heard it, a lone wolf, howling at the moon. I could not tell if it was from loneliness, or sorrow, but I could detect a certain amount of sadness in its voice that tugged at my heart. I started down the winding path that would eventually lead me home. I walked slowly at first, I strained my eyes and ears to listen and find the wolf. The wolf howled again, closer this time. I sped up to outrun the wolf when there was is a rustling in the underbrush to my right and I bolted from the path, forgetting of the inescapable maze of trees. I weaved in and out of the lines and clusters of trees. I was running now, full out, and I gasped as I tried to drag air into my lungs. I tripped over a stump and fell, skidding in the fallen leaves and dirt. I rose to my knees, I knew I was done for. I looked up into the black eyes of the wolf. It stared at me with eyes that speak of endless knowledge and almost human understanding. I gasp as it approached slowly. "You are a beautiful creature." I whispered, more to myself than to the wolf. I saw the wolf flinch, almost jump. It turned and ran, leaving me in the dark clearing. Only moments later a man walked up to me. He lowered one hand and I grasped it and let him help me to my feet. "Thanks, there was a wolf here a moment ago, I don't know where he went but I think its best we both leave," I said quickly, most of my words becoming one. He smiled a slow smile, his blood red lips stretched to show perfect skin was pale, as if he had never seen the sun. His eyes though, they spoke both of love and danger. They were like chips of slate, perfectly flat and wholly black. I looked him over and saw nothing it seemed, but one thick rippling muscle. He reached out to me with a speed I could not comprehend and I fell backwards trying to escape him. He scooped me up into his warm welcoming arms and set me back on my feet. Even though his face was an emotionless mask I saw the hurt in his eyes. I reached out to him, offered my hand and he took it with a smile that could melt even the sun. He bent his head to my upturned wrist and his tongue flicked over my pulse. My heart nearly stopped at the erotic feel of it. It flicked again, once, twice, each time my heart skipped a beat. I saw his fangs as they sunk into my tender flesh but felt only the highest amounts of pleasure possible. His tongue flicked over the wound and before my eyes it was gone, healed to perfection. I watched as he sliced his own wrist and offered it to me. I watched his blood drip from his arm and hit the forest floor. A sense of need pulsated through my body but my mind stopped me from doing the task set before me. I felt the mental push and I saw my self step closer and bow my head to his wrist. I felt his blood as it trickled down my throat and I felt my core spring to life, I needed this man now and forever. He smiled as I hesitated to pull away. My mind was finally able to take charge and I stood straight abruptly. He reached out to me and wiped a small amount of blood that had trickled from the corner of my mouth. He looked me in the eyes and in those cold black depths I saw fire, passion, the same sense of lust that I now felt for this strange man. Before he turned and took to the skies he whispered three words into my mind that resonated with the love he felt for me. "You are mine." I was lightheaded and tired then and when I tried to find the path again I collapsed on the forest floor sinking deep into a peaceful slumber.