Rosalie slid back into bed and tried to sleep. She succeeded.
The sun peeped out of the sky casting a pink tint to the otherwise blue sky. Her thoughts were occupied by the dream she had last night. Those bright red eyes and the childish features, he looked scarily familiar. She opened her eyes to the blinding light and stood up. But, where there should have been the fluffy white carpet, there was emptiness. Her foot fell through and she landed rather roughly on the floor surrounded by dark. She blinked and saw those eyes staring at her amber eyes. She groped around for her bed, those eyes never leaving hers. It was like a trance, they pierced through her. She finally stood up, the only sound, her frantic heartbeat. His eyes turned coal black. She had been holding her breath since she first laid eyes on him. He was glaring at her. She shivered slightly, wincing.
His skin glistened like diamonds were embedded into his skin.