After I finished dinner, I loped away to my digital sketchpad. I took up animations as a hobby and seeing how I did not want to go to my room any time soon, I started a basic outline. My thoughts drifted away as my hands- on their own accord- with the mouse. I wonder why that guy was staring at my pendant… Didn't he go to high school? I never saw him here bef- OH! He probably is the kid that moved here with his parents a few days ago. The Ventosas. Weird name, doesn't that mean "sucker" in Italian? Shrugging off my bizarre thoughts, I glanced at the screen. I wasn't even paying attention, and a set of wings were spread delicately across the page. It was beautiful, and I never thought I was capable of something like it. I stared for a few more moments before saving it and glancing at the clock. It was 10:00 at night. I had a weak metabolism and that meant less energy. Without thinking, I picked my way to my room. It was spotless, and organized. "I think you may have OCD," Sarah joked every time we had a sleepover at my house.

Spent, I didn't even bother to change into my pajamas and fell into bed. Sleep apparently decided this night of all nights to be elusive, so I changed into comfortable cotton shorts and a tank top. I kept the light on just in case I saw the strange shadow- or what I hoped was- again. My thoughts once again drifted back to Jace. Huh, never saw him in school either. As a matter of fact I don't even know his last name. Well, he seems pure, innocent. But looks don't mean anything. Now that I think about it, there seems to be a lot of really good looking guys popping up into town these days. Not that there weren't before but the changes are frequent. I mused this for a few more hours before falling into a sleep-induced coma.

UNKNOWN POV

Poor, naïve little thing. I stared at her form while she worked on a design on that contraption called a computer. Her fingers clicked repeatedly, as if she was in deep concentration, but her mind was wondering somewhere else. Even that was apparent to a foolish Omului. Was she really thinking of that goody-two shoes? I pity her soul. As she got up to cautiously lope to her room, and dropped down from the window ledge. Omului are so boring. Running from her house, I ran past a boy that was staring at the mundane. He was leaning against the wall in an alley. Got you, I slid through the shadows to his unmoving form. His ears pricked, and before an Omului could blink he was gone. Damn, so close. Ah, well I'll just have to get him next time. For now, I shall plan on how to confront tiresome humans and work my way into their lives. Elli, isn't that a nickname for Ellisa?

ELLI POV

I awoke to the sounds of banging downstairs. Uh-oh. Moms putting on make-up again. I turned around the snuggle up into the bed to drown out the sounds but was stopped by something hard. Panicked, I looked up, and the beautiful face of a boy that could only be described as an angel as he smiled down at me. "Don't scream, or you will regret it," his voice was soft and calm, but the underlying threat was unmistakable. I sucked air in to scream, but before I could produce a blood-curdling screech that would surely alert my mother, my vocal chords contracted. Unable to make any sounds, I stared at the boy for a split second before scrambling up out the bed. I made my way to the door, but as my hand reached the knob I heard the conclusive click. Meanwhile, the boy was still laying in my bed, looking amused and agitated at the same time. I banged on the door, and the easy smile slipped off his face, his mouth forming a grimace. His let out a hiss as if I he wasn't expecting me to do that.

"I told you not to do that you scrawny Om! What were you trying to do? Get your mother? She can't help you no matter how hard she tried. I can overpower an army of men easily." The predator hiding in his eyes and the look of hostility that passed over his face told me he wasn't joking. SCRAWNY? SCRAWNY? DID HE JUST CALL ME SCRAWNY? I was about to reply with a smart retort that rhymes with "Cupid, glass, mole" but my vocal chords were still taut. I huffed and stomped my foot. What in the world am I doing that for? There is a potential stalker/thief/kidnapper/murderer/psycho in my room and I'm stomping my foot?!? Clearly finding my outrage amusing, he chuckled in response.

"Omului actually do that?" he questioned, his chuckle quickly turning into a chortle. Why does he keep calling me 'Om'? What does that even mean? Instead of wasting my precious life analyzing him, I turned the lock on the door as inaudibly as I could manage. The stranger, still seeming to be laughing, didn't notice. Or he could be pretending not to notice, but instead is waiting to give me the illusion of escape- I seriously need to stop thinking these thoughts. I slipped out of the room and ran as fast as I could out the door. I made it downstairs to find that my mom already left for work. At least she won't be trapped in the house with a psychopath, I thought as I rushed through the living room to the front door. Before I could get past the door frame that led to the stranger suddenly appeared. Sleep, a voice whispered in my ear, and the last thing I saw was his arms outstretched before blackness enveloped me.

I woke up again sweating in fear. It was only a dream. I shuddered thinking of the boy's grey eyes. Instead of considering this for longer, I staggered downstairs. I glanced at the clock hanging up on the wall. 4:30 in the morning. Since I feared dreaming about the boy again, I settled on watching a movie. At 7:00, my mom walked into the living room and sat down to watch the movie with me. Having woke up before I was supposed to due to the nightmare, I fell asleep with my head on my moms lap.

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