Hi everybody! This is my own story. My characters, my storyline. Isn't it exciting? Now NO ONE can take any credit for this but me… Muhaha. Well, I happen to have an ego the size of Texas. Live with it.

So, let's get going, shall we?

Prologue

She looked like a warrior.

He had never seen her before. It wasn't that strange; he had only been there for a couple of days, and was still adjusting to his new home. This one was special, though. It wasn't just another place. He was going to stay in this school for quite some time.

It was raining, today. The October air was chilly. Not that it mattered to him. He barely felt it. But the humans were hurrying, some shrieking as they ran, trying to cover their heads. Trying not to get wet.

He found it amusing.

And that's when he saw her.

He was walking slowly across the inner yard, attracting looks because of his thin, short-sleeved shirt. They thought it strange that the temperature didn't bother him. Some of the younger girls giggled. They always did.

She wasn't giggling, though.

She was walking towards the main building, almost as slowly as he was. Wearing a long, thick, black jacket, the hood lined with fur. She had short, light-brown hair, and almond shaped blue eyes. High cheekbones and black lashes.

Underneath the jacket he could glimpse a black T-shirt, a pair of black jeans and black leather boots. Around her neck hung a silver cross; he couldn't help but to flinch ever so slightly at the sight.

She looked like a warrior.

Long legs, long steps. Determination. He had seen many humans during his lifetime, so much longer then theirs that it seemed like eternity. But he had never seen one like her.

She disappeared through the big wooden doors before he had time to react. It wasn't until then that he realised he had stopped walking. His hair was all wet. He growled – not as much because of the hair in question, but because he was confused. He didn't like it.

After all, you shouldn't have to be confused after hundreds of years walking the earth.

Please R&R!

Yours truly,

Mickasala