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Prologue

It was Midnight on a cool November day. The sky was dark and no where in sight was any sorce of light. A young girl, about the age of 23, was walking through a forest. She was lost in deep in thought, until she ran into a tree. She fell back and landed at the feet of a tall, dark stranger. He picked her up and brushed off her back. She thanked him in a trembling voice. She thought she saw him smile, until a ray of untracable light filled the atmosphere. She saw a glint of something shiny in his mouth. They were fangs. Insanely scared now, she backed away form the stranger. He advanced toward her, opening his mouth wider. She tried to scream but nothing came out. In one second she saw her life flash before her eyes, and in the next the stranger jumped towards her. She cringed with fear; only to find him on top of another dark figure biting and clawing at the new stranger. The first man finishes up his attack on the now dead stranger, and gets up to face the girl. There is blood smeared all over his face. "Who are you?" the girl asks. "I just saved your life and you're going to question me? Show some respect for your elder." he replied. “How am I supposed to believe that you won’t kill me too?" She asked again. " Just trust me." and with that he grabbed her arm and started pulling her deeper into the darkness. The smell of the blood on him was lureing. She wanted to lick itt from his cheek, but she kept her mouth closed out of fear of what the strange mans reaction might be. Along with the smell of fresh blood, was a hint of his cologne she guessed. It was a deep masculine scent. It was earthy, and smelled of the woods. It was rather lureing to the girl. After a minute of him dragging her, he leaned in and whispered in her ear. “Sleep now, and tomorrow awaken with no recolection of this night..”…..

Each and every night, Carolynn Gates has had this same dream. Everyone ending the same, with her being drug through the woods in a strange mans arms. His scent and voice luing her into a deep sleep. Well, it would if she hadn’t has already been asleep. No, sadly, this was just a dream. Each day, she woke up with a smile. She was no longer scared of this repetitive dream, after having it for over a year now, what was there to br afraid of. So naturally, this night was supposedly going to be the same. Well, it wasn’t.