The cloaked figure, dark, and tall stood upright. I could see the tension in what I assumed was a 'he', he was about to take flight.

"Don't Go! I need to know who you are!" I pleaded desperate, confused. and pathetic. Then the cloaked thing turned to face me. I gasped at what I saw, it was the strangest color of eyes, something I've never seen (all I could were his eyes.) I stride back at his scary coal black eyes, not the kind from dark brown eyes, just flat out black, then, they slowly, but surly turned the brightest blue I've ever seen. The kind you only get in the expensive felt pen packs. Then, at the same amount of time it takes to snap my fingers, he was gone. I didn't understand. I was sure they were black turning blue, but the blue was so bright, seductive, memorizing, I was sure it couldn't of been my imagination. I was all by myself, in this strange alley way, memories to hunt me, unanswered. I stood back up, using my hands to push my upwards. I staggered backwards, every muscle in my body protested. I walked to the longer than I remember exit from the alley way. I got to the edge, peeked my head around the corner, expecting to see another large thing crush my sides. I tiptoed beside the brick wall of a shop, pathetically trying to stay hidden. My left wrist touched something and I screamed. I took my right hand, like it was the hand of another, over my mouth to shut me up. I forgot foolishly about my broken wrist. I carefully moved my arm so it was safely, but gently pressed against my body so not to touch anything. The street lights were off, a horrible time, but they were.

I awoke the next morning in uncomfortable, thin, sheets covering me. Definitely not my bed at home. The room smelt of old people, medicine, and I heard little bells ringing everywhere. I had a killer headache. My eye lids fluttered open, revealing to me a hospital room. My mother was over me, staring worriedly over my face. She saw my face come to life and relief flooded over her face. She looked like a mess, she is is such an over reactor, I mean it was just a broken wrist.

"Annbeth! Your alive!"

"Mom, its just a broken wrist."

"What Happened?"

" I heard a meowing at night, it sounded like a cat in distress so I went to investigate and I guess I fell from the tree trying to receive it." Damn, I was a good liar! I couldn't help but feel the proud swelling up inside from the easy, quick, believable lie.

"You had me worried sick!"

"How did you know where to find me?"

"I didn't. Somebody helped you to the hospital, said they have to be on their way because they had some business to attend to. You were asleep in his arms and continued to sleep when we put you in the bed. He was a very nice young man. He said he found you and brought you here, very nice indeed."

"What?! What did he look like?" I asked, who was this guy The same black thing that practically attacked me but saved at the same time?

"I don't know, the doctors just told me the story. Are ready to go home yet? They have your cast on." I looked down to see thick white thing where usually I would see an arm.

"Sure. What time is it?"

"3:00."

"In the morning!?"

"No silly, in the day. You deserved a day of rest."

"Wow."

"Well then lets go." I got out from under the uncomfortable sheets. I was still in my clothes from yesterday. They smelled like sweat and the earth. Mud was smeared all over my clothes and I'm sure I looked like a mess. I was dreading brushing my hair later.

The next I was safely, or so I thought, sitting at me and my so called 'friends' table. People asked me what was up with the cast, I, assuming they were just trying to be polite, everytime I answered I said, 'Trying to save a cat." They would nod, bored with the topic and turn away to their own business. I guess I just wasn't good enough. I traced to cafeteria's tiled with the tip of my toe. People who sat around the table talked on the party last Saturday. i didn't go, I sat home reading, and enjoying it. I knew that if I told anybody they would think I'm high or something of that sort. Once again, I was on my own. The bell rang, creating most kids to depart and other who didn't care to just shrug the loud, annoying, blare off. I was the only person of me and my friends who had English last hour. As I made my way down to halls, taking only a couple of turns toward the English room I recalled what some of the conversation I had been involved in during Lunch hour.

The Conversation.

I had been lazily scanning the room full of children bored to death. My mind raced on about that one night of my life I was curtain to never forget. It didn't make sense, no matter how I looked at it. Nobody would ever want anything from, who would?

"So have you guys seen the new kid yet?" Amy, the only friend I could ever trust, the best, but no mortal would ever be able to know about what happened that faithful day. I decided I might as well stop being such a poor sport and get on my life, I doubt I would ever get the answers I need. So, I attempted to become part of the conversation. "No, why?" Amy turned her attention towards me, rolling her eyes, not in a mean bratty way, just an 'omg! I can't believe you way, while smiling, gushing.

"He is so hot! I can't believe you haven't heard! I had him last block, the bluest eyes I've ever seen! And really smart. We were doing History and he knew every single answer! He is the best thing here." I didn't think twice about it, Amy tends to like any guys thats something new that walks by.

"Awesome, maybe I'll have him next hour, or something.". Then that was it. That was the conversation I had been the most involved in that hour.

I entered the English room, most of the kids sitting patiently, well, for kids, at their desks. I walked over to a desk at the very back, the one I was assigned to alone, there wasn't enough students to fill all the seat, I didn't mind though. I liked not being near most of the kids in this class. None of them took Literature seriously enough for my taste. I slung my backpack on to the ground, pathetically excited for the next lesson. I sat down on the hard chair of the two that belonged to the two person desk. I stuck my hands down the side of the bags, my fingers feeling around for a curtain notebook. I took it out with a black pen in hand, ready for the lesson. Mr. Tim was scurrying threw his papers. He was probably my favorite teacher. He was kinda messy, long white hair tangled out in random directions. but he was arty, bold, intelligent, and best of all, different. He had his own unique views of the world. I always enjoyed his lessons, always so thought out. Never going where I expected, probably due to the fact he is always jumping to things he didn't even know he would go, and, not being organized. All of the students were seated at their desks, or so I though. Mr.Tim Stood up, straightening himself, ready in his own terms for the next lesson. Opening his mouth, getting ready to speak when the door unexpectedly opened, revealing the 'new kid'. He walked in, black hair messy but perfect, perfect features, but best of all, dazzling bright, familiar eyes. They were blue, the brightest blue ever possible. When he walked, the way he held himself reminded me of somebody familiar. Then, like a giant tsunami, realization flooded threw me. He extended his long, muscular. pale arm out to the teacher, handing him a note. He stared at me, I knew it was him, it was the clocked thing. He stared at me, expressionless. My mouth hanging open like a moron, not able to concentrate enough to close it. Mr.Tim pointed a stubby finger towards me.

"Class, this is Miles, our new student from Transylvania. Please welcome him."

Miles, walked towards me, setting himself comfortably on the chair next to me. I gawked at him, memorized my my knowledge, and by his beauty. He stared straight forward, only glancing at me from the corner of his eyes. It looked like he was smiling, but his mouth moved none.