AN: Hi guys! :)

I wrote this a while ago and stopped because I had writer's block. Truth be told I forgot about this until recently.

I'm not even sure its that great but I'm posting anyways.

This story was inspired by "Edward Scissorhands."

What year and decade this takes place in will be a secret for now. There is a reason for this.

None of this beta'd. I tried to catch my mistakes. Please let me know if you see any mistakes. I appreciate it.

I am also looking for a new beta for now. So please, if anyone wants to help me, PLEASE PM me. Thank you. :)

Anyways, on to the story. Its short. I know. If I continue it it will get longer. :)

It has drama, romance(in later chapters) and angst. This talks about religion but not so much.

Thank you to everyone that supports me.

Please review. Please be kind.

Enjoy!

Have a great day!-ILOVESMESOMEGLEEX3

Chapter 1

There's once was a man who was born with eyes that glowed red, red like the blood sea that Moses had parted, red like fire that dances gently on the woods as it burns giving you warmth and love. That love tranfixes and gives you satisfaction that you are never alone and warmth that wraps arms around you and hold on to you and the security it gives oneself.

His skin pale as the moonlight and he stood tall as tree or giant, tall and proud. His heart was a pure as angels playing in snow. He wouldn't dare hurt a fly.

He was ridiculed, mocked and shunned every day for having such a infliction, so much so that he was nick named "The Eyes" or "Devil".

But this man's eyes were both a blessing and a curse.

When he was just a few days old his birth mother threw him in a lake leaving him to drown, hoping the god's would take care of the child.

But the God's above had a different plan.

Father Nicholas Karofsky was on his way to the church when fate intervened that fateful Sunday morning.

Father heard the sound of a child crying on his morning walk and immediately dove in and saved the child.

The poor child was wrapped in a blanket and frightened.

"Oh dear... What in good god's grace is this?" Father said dripping wet and frightened but not deterred as he unwrapped the chid and saw it's eyes.

"Our father who art in heaven-" The priest began his prayers and blessed the child from what he was certain was illness. He sat on the dirty ground for several minutes praying the swelling would go down. It never did. Father pursed his lips in a disappointment.

Suddenly a loud thunder banged across the sky and the priest had to make a decision right then and there.

"I can't just leave you out here in the cold, can I?" Father said. Just then the child yawned and curled its little body closer to the priest for warmth. The father smiled and pulled him closer. He was a lonely old priest with no previous children. He always wanted a son, it just wasn't in the cards... Until now. This was fate to him. God, sent him here for a reason. He just had to have. He knew what he had to do.

"Oh OK, let's get you home...Dave...Allan...Karofsky. You like the sound of that?" Father said as Dave, his new son cooe'd. Again father smiled, got up and off they both went to a unknown future.

AN: So, what do you guy's think? Continue or no? Thank you. If you have questions, let me know. Have a great say!-ILOVESMESOMEGLEEX3