This is a story that shall kinda play out with a phantom of the opera-e feel. Well harsh reviews welcome, my grammer and paragraphing skill suck but it is a rough draft, I just had an urge to write and these are the words I came up with so enjoy.

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I opened the door as quietly as I could. My mom may as well have been dead when she was asleep, but my dad would be up if I had so much as dropped a playing card in front of his door. I manage to shut the old door with out is squeaking. A miracle.

We had moved in three days ago. Yup that’s right moved right in the middle of no where, Fallston Maryland. There were some pretty thick woods behind our house and it was amazing I had waited this long to sneak out. If I was moving into the middle of nowhere then, I was gonna get to know it. Fall was just starting and I was so used to Florida’s hot temperatures I had my checked sweatshirt pulled around my tiny frame.

I looked up, trees. Actual pine and oak, taller than any other I had seen before. They actually were sorta beautiful. I walked a little more leaves crunched under my black plaid DC shoes and branches slapped my ripped up black skinny leg jeans. A gust of crisp air blew past me and I shivered again, tugging my sweatshirt even tighter.

I was wicked skinny, almost underweight. My boobs were a pretty average size for a 16 year old. I had ashy colored eyes with thin brows, hick lashes and shoulder length auburn curls, my mouth was soft and pink, shaped like an American Girl Doll's and just a tad to small. My eyes just a little big larger than the average gal, making my eyebrows permanently raised up. Giving me a perpetually suprised appearence. My hair curled out crazily and you could say it complimented my the oval shape of my face, but then again it's dark, rich color made my already fair skin take on the term 'pale'. I wasn’t beautiful, or even pretty. Cute was a more appropriate term.

I walked farther in to the woods, it was interesting you didn’t come upon a mini mart at ever turn. Just crimson and gold leaves and a few flowers still holding on though their stems and leaves were brittle and frost coated. The crack of twigs made me jump, I turned around and a small breeze whooshed past my face. But no one was behind me. Again came the sound of cracking twigs.

“I know your there, might as well just come out.” My voice was filled with more courage than I actually felt.

I stood still, not moving. It was most likley just an animal and I was scarring it. Yes, that was the only sensible explination. Who would be in the woods at one AM? I turned around again, scrunching up my nose, a habbit of mine. My heart was hammering in my chest, and I allowed myself a little nervous giggle. Of course no one was out here. I repeated the phrase over and over in my mind. Then I saw him.

He was dead sexy. Well, no, you could not call some one that looked like him sexy. He was handsome. Eighteen hundreds handsome. Long raven black hair fell to his shoulders, twigs and dirt were clumped in it, yet it still managed to seem and shimmer. He was crouched down on the ground like some kind of animal. He was thin, but not a creepy anorexic thin. He had some build to him especially on his chest. No shirt covered this man’s torso so a snowy white chest was showing in the pale moonlight filtering though the trees. His pants looked like they would have once belonged with a tailcoat but now were ripped and stained. His face was sharp and held a sculpted nose. It held two eyes so blue they were nearly white. His mouth was the perfect shape and size and redder than any thing I had ever seen. Those same lips were pulled back over teeth so white they seemed to glow. All were perfect rectangles all accept his canines. They were long and lethal, they belonged on one of those shark tooth necklaces that they sold in tropic gift shops.

I sucked in my breath and took a step backwards as a growl ripped out from between his teeth. But his beauty and primitive nature enthralled me.