++Like Running in the Rain

[Shiloh]

Sunlight shone brightly over the upper half of the town, its rays glinting and dancing on the glass window panes of the many mansions that littered the ground. I wrinkled my nose as the lawyer drove us through the city in a shiny black Aston Martin. I sat beside Liberty, our things piled in the trunk. Really, we didn't have much when it came to personal belongings. The houses started thinning out as we drove towards the countryside, the size getting smaller and smaller. However, as we drove along, we came to a long, winding driveway that was fenced in by rows upon rows of aspen and birch trees. I looked out the tinted window, out across the spacious green lawn that spread out towards a forest on both sides. I couldn't help but smile; good old grandma. She had never been afraid of the Werewolf rumors, and she knew very well that if they existed, they existed in her very backyard.

My emerald eyes widened in shock as the lawyer, a tall, balding man with a beer belly and an ill-fitting gray suit stepped out of the vehicle, opened the door and exposing the stone mansion. Mansion, my ass! It more-so resembled a small castle, actually. I motioned for Liberty to follow as the man lead us around the back of the place. There was a lily pond and several fruit trees, bearing colorful blossoms that seemed to light up the whole yard with a sense of delicacy and surrounded us with a gentle nature. I snapped back to reality as the lawyer held a clipboard and pen in front of me, clearly looking annoyed. I hastily signed the dotted line, watching him waddle his way back to the Martin. Yeah, as if you have anything better to do, buddy, I thought as I tossed the little golden house-key up in my hand, catching it easily.

Smiling at Liberty, I intertwined my fingers with hers, leading her up the granite steps to the towering oak door. Giving her a playful look, I twisted the key in the lock and pushed the door open. It swung open like a revolving door, revealing a spacious room with black and white tiled floors. "Wow," I wasn't aware of the word leaving my mouth until I heard it suspended on the air.

Thank God for grandma.

[/blockquote][/blockquote]

[Liberty]

I stared at all the beautiful mansions along the road as we traveled along in silence. I watched a middle aged clearly wealthy man eye the car as we drove past out to the country side of the wealthy part of the city. I wondered what the snobs would thing of two young adults moving in to their posh part of the city. I took a moment to glance at Shiloh in full Emo/Goth/Rockstar dress that I've learned are typical for my beloved Shiloh. Yeaaah. we're gonna be a freaking hit with the whole Neighborhood!

I stared at we pulled to to the mansion- No ,wait. Mansion is an understatement for the place. Its a small castle. Yes, small castle. That works better. How on earth did Shiloh's grandmother afford this place? Screw a president?Marry wealthy? Work hard for it? Or simply invest wisely? Either way this was simply amazing.

I stayed close to Shiloh as we were shown around this magnificent property. It felt good to be out of the city and in to nature. I inhaled deeply taking in a strong breathe of fresh air. It took every bone in my body not to start dancing around singing "the Hills are Alive" from the Sound of Music as Shiloh signed the papers turning owner ship of the mansion and everything else his grandmother had left, to him.

I grinned at Shiloh , snuggling up closer to him as we wondered up the steps to the large beautiful door. I stared as the door opened and the amazing foyer was reviled to us. It was so grand. Only thing I'd ever seen that looked this beautiful was the Four Seasons Hotel moms current boyfriend had taken us for dinner for my nineteenth birthday.

I let Shiloh lead me in. It felt like we were both a little dumbfounded till he spoke Wow. I couldn't help but nod in sever agreement. " Wow is right. How did your grandmother afford all this? When you said Mansion I thought you meant a mansion like those we drove past on the way here. This is a junior castle!" I couldn't believe this was all for me and Shiloh now.

[Shiloh]

My sensitive ears picked up the sounds of birds chirping and fluttering in the trees, some squawking, others singing a melodic sing-song that made you want to hum along. I wandered into the house, suddenly overwhelmed with the sheer size of the room. To our left were a pair of oak doors, much resembling the front door. Except, on each door was a cursive L. Library, maybe? The walls beside the door were accented with large bay windows with black drapes. Grandma always did like the color black. To our front was a large, wide staircase with red carpet draped over the steps. White Greek pillars stood from floor to ceiling, giving you the feel that you had just stepped into a palace and you were the royalty arriving. To our right were more pillars (there were four of them total in the room) and a silver metal door; what was she keeping in there, the Moors Beast? I snorted at the thought. Maybe we didn't want to know, eh? Several delicate houseplants were scattered around, trailing a path of green and tropical colors up the elegant white railing.

I took Liberty's hand, squeezing it to reassure her. Actually, I was more so reassuring myself than her. I had never been inside such a spacious house. The largest house I had ever been in was the single wide trailer that my dad lived in. And, it was made even smaller by the large amount of clutter he always had lying out. Clutter ranged from paper, to empty cardboard boxes to old electrical appliances. Either way, he always had something laying out in the middle of the walkway. My mom, however, had been a neat freak so I had been told. She couldn't stand anything messy. If it hadn't been for the complete mess that the apartment was in when Liberty had arrived, I would have argued that I was a neat person, too. Which I was. After the fight with psycho-ex 2008 I had fled to the forests, where no one judged you for anything. It had been just me and the animals by which I was surrounded.

Loneliness was something I had enjoyed up until now. Now that I had met Liberty, it seemed that the lonely part of my life was gone and would not return. Unless of course she turned into psycho-ex 2009. I shuddered inwardly at the thought. Without thinking of her reaction, I yanked Liberty close and began twirling around the floor in a ballroom fashion. I had learned to ballroom dance when I was young; the lady who worked down at the local grocery store often would take the time to teach me little things like that. She had never been able to have children, the poor woman. Just by watching her with the kids around the store you could tell she loved them. I had always fancied I was her favorite, though. There was something motherly about her, even though she had no mothering or parental experience whatsoever, that I knew of anyway. I had often thought of her as a mother of sorts to me, so I guess you could say I hadn't entirely grown up without a mother figure.

Jolting out of my reverie, I held Liberty close and pressed my lips to her forehead. "Can you believe this, cher? Our very own place and it's not some shitty apartment in the slums," I murmured, surprised to hear the words coming out of my my mouth. Our very own place, all to ourselves. It was ours and we were free to do what we wanted to it. Upon hearing her questions I looked at her, emerald eyes dancing with playfulness and excitement. "This house has been in our family for years," I said, "It's been kind of handed down from generation to generation. My mom was next on the list, seeing as she was my grandmother's daughter, y'know, but then she died." A certain sadness washed over me as I thought of my mother. I glanced up momentarily, hoping she was in heaven and happy.

Thank You, Jesus.

[/blockquote][/blockquote]

[Liberty]

I wondered around the amazing place as we could now call home. it was so beautiful and gorgeous and transparently well preserved. His grandmother must have taken splendid care of this place. I blushed brightly as he grabbed me close and began ballroom dancing with me. I watched out feet nervously. I'd never danced before, accept in clubs when I was hunting for the next one night stand like a female cat in heat.

I was pretty sure I was messing it up but I was avoiding stepping on his feet so hey, Not as bad as it could be."sorry. I, don't know how to dance.Lest. nothing classy. Want me in a club grinding,sure. But, This,sorry not capable of such a thing classy thing." I pulled away sheepishly. Playing with my hair in a nervous manor.

I watched him as he got lost deep in thought yet again. Something else I've learned is a rather typical Shiloh thing to do, which was just fine with me because I end up doing the same thing all to often. At lest He didn't zone out when I was talking to him.

he grasped my attention again as he answered my question about how his grandmother acquired this mini castle. "Oh, really? Must be nice to have this sort of thing as a family air loom." I smiled at him and stroked his cheek lovingly.

"Shiloh. I have a question to ask you, and its alright if you don't want to answer it at all or even want me to ever mention it, but I'm really curious and I've gotta know. Why did you and the ex girlfriend break up?" I'm pretty sure I just broke four of the international girl rules.

[Shiloh]

I grinned as I watched her explore the house. I hoped she liked it here; I really did. She deserved a place to settle down. I realized then that, if it came down to it, I would probably leave her the house and the property if we broke up or something. Which, hopefully that wouldn't happen. I wandered towards the metal door, finding the key in the lock. I twisted it and it swung open with a soft and quiet screech. I stepped onto the metal platform, staring down below at what seemed to be hundreds of thousands of plants, of all shapes, sizes and colors. We really had our hands full. I glided back out of the room, closing the door behind me. "Well, my beloved. Ready to explore?" I asked her, a coy grin crossing my lips. Without waiting for her answer, I took her hand and tugged her up the staircase, leading her down the hall. The carpeting was royal red, as if someone had permanently stained it with blood. I nearly shuddered; what a thought that was.

I stopped in front of a wide door with intricate carvings in the wood, and a pale green stone in the middle. I twisted the key in the lock once again, (did Grandma feel she had to install locks on every single door there was in this house?) and pushed the door open. It swung aside without much persistence. The room inside was full of astrological and astronomical things. Star posters, stars and moons lining the cobalt walls; the carpet also a deep sea blue. The room seemed so innocent, it almost reminded me that of a small child, a little girl perhaps. A large window faced us, the drapes pulled closed. In front of them stood a rather large telescope, aiming at the sky. A large king sized bed stood to our left, the sheets matching the dark blue color, resembling a night sky. The fabric was dotted with stars and on one pillow case a moon was delicately woven into the fabric. "Grandma loved astronomy." I explained. "She was always talking about the stars, how beautiful they were and such," I wandered over to a small box sitting on a chair. On it was were several different animals, each bearing a different color. I shook my head and set it on the fireplace mantle.

And the stars will bear your future, said the woman...

[/blockquote][/blockquote]

[Liberty]

I noticed he chose to ignore my question. Maybe it was just to painful for him to talk about. Either way, his past as his past. I, in all honesty wouldn't be all so comfortable with tell my beloved Shiloh the shames of my past.

I smiled as he lead me up the stairs and on the blood red carpet. His grandmother had so very interesting tastes. I wish one of my grandmothers had this sorta cool tastes. With my luck I'm gonna get Nona's recipes and Grandma Nolen's old river dancing uniform. Which acutely is very beautiful so I'd be happy to have that.

I stared as we walked in to the beautiful room with all the blue and the stars and star related things. I feel I'm gonna end up dubbing this room "the star room" . I listened to Shiloh's explanation on why this room is decorated the way it is. "Really? She sounds interesting." I loved to watch the stars as well. Its an all to relaxing hobby. I have a problem being in cities because I can't see the sky really. I think Shiloh and I are going to enjoy ourselves out here simply because there is so much more space for us to just be us and enjoy life and relax.

I began to muse about if Shiloh would want to change anything about this miniature castle. Redecorate maybe, or leave it as is. So far I'd be perfectly fine leaving things as they were, Minus a houseplant. Or twelve. I wasn't a major house plant person, maybe Shiloh is. Who knows. I'm still trying to learn about this fascinating guy I've fallen for.

" So Shy, baby, Is this gonna be our home now? Or back to the city we go?"I asked. Almost gagging at the word city. I preferred country life, although i'd been in the city majority of the time I've grown very fond of the country all because of the short period I spent in Greece and Ireland. Amazing how a few short months in a different country can change your preferences, isn't it?

I stroked Shiloh's hair. He always seems to be lost in such deep thoughts. He's such a change from any other man I've ever been with or even considered being with. But, I like this change. Its a good one, I can feel it is. And I think I might be a change for him. The way he acts and treats me it feels like I'm a change from what his previous girlfriend was. I hope I am anyways. I don't want us to have some psychotic break up where I throw a knife at him and get it embedded in the damn wall that the landlord charges you 10 bucks to get the hole fixed.

[Shiloh]

I smiled as I watched her facial expressions. She was such a happy soul, it seemed. I wandered over to the king sized bed, sitting on it and sinking down several inches. Yeesh; no wonder Grandma had back problems. It was surprisingly comfy though; it was one of those snuggly beds that made you not want to move in the morning, unlike the rock-hard, squeaky mattress that was at the apartment. I motioned fro Liberty to come sit beside me. "Bed's nice, come sit for a while before we explore further," I grinned, proceeding to tell her about the supposed secret tunnels underground and such. Was she even into that sort of thing? Oh well, too bad. I was into it, and I was most definitely going exploring later. I could only hope that she'd be in for the ride, too. I folded my hands in my lap, looking at the silver and black telescope. "We should try that tonight, if it's starry out." I said randomly, nodding along with my statement. Wasting no more time, I bounced up and began searching around the room, kind of amazed that it was so neat. Did the cleaners come and muck it out, or was Grandma just a naturally clean person, like my mom had been?

I wandered out of the bedroom and down the hall, calling out, "Y'coming, Lib? I'm gonna explore a bit," I exclaimed, not able to mask the minor excitement that leaked through the tones of my voice. The mansion in total was four or five stories high; did the place have an attic? Only one way to find out, right? Another set of stairs led up to the third story, or was this technically still the first floor? I supposed it was, seeing as the first set of stairs wasn't long enough to be considered a flight. Hearing her question, inquiring as to if we were going to stay here, I laughed. "You kidding? Why would we go to that ratty old apartment when we can live here? Oh, do you want to do any redecorating? I personally don't see the point, it looks nice to me. Personal opinion!" I added quickly, just so she couldn't get mad at me if she chose to. I hated to admit it, but I still didn't know her very well. I knew where she hailed from, I knew her name and that she had a little brother. Her mom was a gold digger. What about all the little things, like her favorite color? What kind of music did she like?

I frowned upon realization that she didn't know any of these things about me, either. We would just have to have a little sit down session and talk about it, wouldn't we?

I'm Just A Thorn in Your Side, The Disrespect in Your Eye...

[Liberty]

I watched with slight amusement as Shiloh bounced around happier than a kid at christmas or hanukkah(depending on your religion) with a grand new gift, or a teenager who got a brand new car for his birthday. Very similar. I laid back on the mattress as he motioned for me to do so. I purred softly, and rubbed his back gently as he sat there, but only for the briefest moment before he was back up on his feet within in a few seconds after I sat down.

" That would be nice. Or we could just talk. I wanna get to know you better seeing as we're gonna be sharing a miniature castle of your deceased grandmother." I replied as I teetered back on to my feet and followed him closely. It was really thrilling to see him so giddy,giddy is a word you can use to describe a guy right? i'll check latter.

A huge smile lit up across my face as he said we were staying here, my little Liberty-ish heart leapt out of my chest and did laps around this whole property, twice. I squealed happily and jumped in to his arms, flung my arms around his neck and kissed his lips lightly. I giggled softly in slight embarrassment." Sorry. I'm just happy to be out of the city. And No, I love the house the way it is. Only thing that could change is, y'know, get rid of a few house plants. Or Fifteen." I grinned sheepishly.

I linked my fingers with his as we wondered threw the amazing hallways. I spotted a few pictures of Shiloh. One large Square frame with a gold plaque over it that had the engraving "Shiloh. 0-18" I grinned and looked at the pictures of Shiloh, the first one was of him in his assumed mother's arms. She was Beautiful. He has majority of her facial features. I giggled at the picture of Five year old Shiloh covered in mud and happily in his birthday suit." Awee!" I cooed " You were so darn cute!"

I smiled and wondered down the hall a few more steps and stopped at a large beautiful picture of Shiloh and his mother at the Lilly pond when he was still fairly young, probably not much older then six months or so. I guessed it was around spring or so. I stared at her, Oh my god. She was beautiful." She was beautiful Shy. How did she die?" I don't ever recall him mentioning how she died,simply that she was dead.

I observed around the hall. None of any man that might be Shiloh's dad that I saw. Maybe she had some on another floor or something? I was very curious to see where the other half of my beloved Shiloh's looks came from. " Shy, I don't see any pictures of any guy that might be your dad or might possibly be taken for your father figure. Did she not like him or something?" I didn't want to pry but I was so very curious about him, seeing i didn't know very much or really anything about him. I knew his first and last name, that his mother was dead, he had a miniature castle as a family air loom, and his crazy ex girlfriend had a strong throw and possibly deadly aim. OH, and that he was a werewolf. But really. nothing else.

[Shiloh]

I felt the all too familiar heat of the blush creep into my face, and I turned away from the pictures quickly, only to be faced by a large portrait of my mother and myself in the back by the lily pond. My emerald eyes studied her round face, pale cheeks accented just a bit by a natural blush. Her hair was just past her shoulders, medium length and pitch black. She wore tight fitting jeans (as I recalled my mother was always thin; never larger than a size 7) and a black spaghetti top. She held me in her arms like I was her world. My gaze traveled to the bubbly, smiling baby in her arms. A light dusting of his mother's hair brushed his cheek; he was staring up at her with bright emerald eyes that had seen so little yet so much. I frowned slightly, then looked back at Liberty as the mentioned how 'cute' I was. "All babies are cute," I dismissed, gazing at the numerous pictures of my mother and myself. Liberty was right; not one of my father.

I turned and looked at her, a small frown on my features. "My father killed my mother in a drunken outrage. When my Grandmother found out, she was devastated, naturally. She argued for custody, but my father got it because he was my 'rightful parent' or something. For years my Grandmother fought, but she never won. So, she settled for daily visits." I paused, chewing on my lip lightly as I dug my hands into the pockets of my jeans, gazing about the midnight blue walls that were dotted with numerous star patters. "Eventually," I continued. "My dad got a restraining order against her, stating that she was harassing us or something. Which of course she wasn't. She only had my best interests in hand. We soon grew apart and she was pretty much erased from my life after that." I shuffled my feet a bit, before looking up at her with a smile on my face.

She was right; country life was better than city life. The city was too crowded, too full of poison. The country was pure, rural even. Except for the odd monster running around here and there.

A Hand Grenade With No Pin, A Razor Blade Going In

[/blockquote][/blockquote]

[Liberty]

I looked at Shiloh when he dismissed that he was cute as a baby. I shook my head in full disagreement. "Not all babies are cute. but you definitely were. And you've grown in to an extremely hansom man, in my opinion." I smiled softly as I gently placed a kiss on his soft lips, gently stroking his sweet cheek. He was cute now, but more than just cute. he was sexy,hansom, an amazing man.

I stared in shock as he told me how his lovely mother died. How on earth could a man ever do that to his wife? I rubbed his back gently and murmured "I'm so sorry Shiloh." He was such a sweet and wonderful man. I couldn't begin to wonder how on earth such an amazing man had turned out so amazing after experience such things. I wondered briefly if it might have been best for sweet Shiloh to have not known his grandmother in her last days, this way he might not be so very hurt over her passing.

I yawned tiredly, shooting shiloh a weak smile. I hadn't meant to yawn, and it couldn't possibly be late enough for bed. I glanced outside the nearest window and realized that it was already very dark and in fact the stars were already out." Shiloh" I murmured tiredly. " Can we go find a bed to sleep in for the night? I'm really tired, and as much as I want to keep exploring you may be dragging me around." I laid my head on his shoulder. I was so content to just be any where near my sweet Shiloh.

[Shiloh]

I stared out the window at the end of the hall in surprise. The sky was already dark; I heard a grandfather clock chime eight from somewhere in the main ballroom. Had we really been here that long? Then again we had gotten here at around 5 or so, so we'd only been here roughly three hours. Yeah, that sounded about right. I felt her hand touch my back and I purred, feeling at ease. I yawned involuntarily as she did the same. Why did that happen, I wonder? I'd read something about it in a science book once, but that was a long time ago. I took her hand and led her back to the bedroom with the telescope, pulling her right over to the bed. I flopped down on the mattress, expecting it to be hard - instead I sunk down several inches as I had before. I squeaked in mild panic, floundering around momentarily before I got my bearings. "I'm okay," I said sheepishly, heat rising in my face as I turned scarlet once more. Y'know what, how about we just get a paintbrush and paint me red? That way I wouldn't have to put up with this annoying show of emotion. However, if I used paint I might have bigger things to worry about. An allergic reaction to the chemicals in the paint, for example.

Lying on the bed I realized just how tired I really was. I felt my eyelids start to droop as I rolled over onto my back, staring at the black canopy. If I turned the lights off I half expected those little glow-in-the-dark stars to be glued to the fabric. Maybe sleeping here, in a room that was so familiar yet so foreign, would prove peaceful instead of nightmarish as it had been when I was alone. I had Liberty now and she had...kind of proved useful in that respect. Not the best choice of words, I understand. She was extremely useful. She made me happy; an emotion I had not felt in ages. "This will have been the earliest I've ever gone to bed," I murmured, a ghost of a smile on my face. Of course I wasn't technically in bed - I was still fully clothed and hadn't gotten under the covers yet. Then again, I'd often gone to bed fully clothed and not hidden by blankets before. Most of the time, when that happened, I'd been intoxicated.

I frowned as I thought about the drinking problem. That wasn't even my number one problem. I had two problems that I was mainly concerned about - the cutting and my other dark little secret.

Step Into A Fairytale that Has Come True

[/blockquote][/blockquote]

[Liberty]

I smiled at Shiloh, he was so adorable when he blushed. I watched the bed of doom practically eat poor Shy. " Shy love, if you wake up tomorrow. I think the bed ate me" I said with a pinch of seriousness. I laid down on the sinking bed,and curled up contently next to my dear sweet Shiloh. 'Night Shy Love." I murmured softly and kissed his freshly shaven cheek, rather impressed that he'd shaved today. I pulled the covers back,and helped the half asleep Shiloh crawl under them before I snuggled up next to him in contently.

~*~*~

A few hours after I'd laid in bed in an attempt to sleep I had finally given up the struggle. I'd laid there for a few moments watching Shiloh sleep, he acutely seemed peaceful for once. I've started to watching him when he sleeps a bit more and noticed he rarely seems to have a peaceful or even really restful night sleep. I hope maybe being here and having a chance for even him to start over to a degree would help him in a few ways. including his few habits I'm not so fond of.

I stretched tiredly and meandered out of the bedroom; wondering down the hall and out threw what I presume is a back door threw the black marble floored kitchen with a very chic feeling about it. I wondered out to the lilly pond and perched contently on a fair sized rock that had clearly been carved out as a bench. I watched the orange koi fish swim carelessly around the lilly pads. I smiled and briefly wondered what it was like to be a carefree koi fish.

[Shiloh]

Here I Am Again, Hey Now, Hey Now

Golden eyes flickered in the pale moonlight, dark hair framing a pale face. The figure, not but a silhouette against the waning moon, made his silent descent towards the mansion. He was investing in a place for the current members of the coven to stay; he'd heard that the elderly woman that had lived here had passed. With skilled precision, the man picked the lock to the door and stepped inside, prowling through the house with cat-like grace. Right foot, left foot. Right foot, left foot. He walked with one foot in front of the other, footfalls silent despite the heavy combat boots that he wore. His eyes danced about, silently approving of the mansion. Now, hopefully there wouldn't be any heir--

He froze mid step, muscles tense and body poised to disappear. Suddenly a smell hit his senses like a ton of bricks. He shook his head to clear the smell, hissing silently in distaste. What, had they just left the woman here to rot? He made a beeline for the door, taking a deep inhale of the cool air. Technically he didn't need to breathe; it was just something he did automatically. Suddenly a movement caught his eye. He whirled around, staring as the young girl walked out and sat on the boulder by the pond. The corners of his full lips tugged in the beginnings of a smile as he stalked forwards, ever silent. His body was now a mere few inches from hers. He leaned down and breathed in her ear, his cold breath chilling her skin like an ice cube pressed to her jawline. "Little girls shouldn't play outside in the dark. You never know what kind of monsters are lurking in the shadows." He breathed the words, his tone dripping the sweet poisons of seduction. A deep purr rumbled deep within his chest as he shoved his hands into the pockets of his jacket, side-stepping gracefully to face her.

"Please," he drawled, "Don't try to run. Predators like to chase." A sharp grin crossed his stone face, thick lips stretching over glinting white teeth.

I'm the Motherfucker of the Year

[/blockquote][/blockquote]

[Liberty]

I sat there in the calming silence of the calm evening. I was calm and practically oblivious to the rest of the world accept for the beautiful night sky, and soft sound of the koi ruffling the little lilly pads.

I shivered as there was suddenly cool air blowing on my neck. It wasn't clicking in my sleep deprived brain that if its warm out, there shouldn't be any cold air on ones neck. yet here their was one. I went stiff as I heard an attractive voice that didn't belong to my Shiloh. I made a strong attempt to keep my composure, replying to this stranger in a very calm tone. "I'm not scared of someone who doesn't bother to make proper introductions."

Don't try to run. god. the pond had to go up at lest to my knees. I'm not exactly sure how fact I can travel in slightly wet blue jeans if i choose to run. My only concern was. This wasn't a were. Were's weren't that silent. Shiloh had filled me in on that. And no human, no matter how graceful, could not move threw here being completely silent

[Shiloh]

The blackest cat on the street

I watched her with mild amusement. She was a strange creature, that was for sure. Beautiful but strange. I stood still as stone, my eyes boring into her face curiously. Did she live here now, or was she simply here for the scenery? Most certainly not. "Oh?" I inquired, arching a fine brow. "And why is that? Are they not the people you should be most afraid of?" I purred, stepping closer and leaning down so that my face was inches from hers. She had pretty eyes, I noticed. Green. I'd always liked green eyes. I took a seat beside her, never taking my eyes off of hers. "So tell me, what's a pretty young thing like yourself doing out here all alone?" I asked, studying her features. She wasn't one of those size 0 girls, that was a nice change. Auburn curls flowed down her shoulders like a twisting waterfall, her face was round with plump lips and large, fawn-like green eyes.

All in all, she was extremely attractive. However, there was something about her that I couldn't quite place. The people of Portugal had legends of the Filhos da Lua, Children of the Moon. Werewolves...? I looked at the moon, which was full. Well, no dramatic bone crunching, no gnashing teeth and dripping saliva - well, that ruled that theory out. Although, maybe no completely. My eyes narrowed into slits as I watched her. Maybe they didn't shift just on a full moon. Maybe it was voluntary; maybe they could change by their own will, whenever, wherever. "What are you?" I asked, my voice calm and flowing over the words like a river. "I know you're not human, so don't throw that one at me. I can tell by your scent." In one graceful movement I brought my legs to my chest, watching her with immense interest. I purred then, cocking my head to one side. "Aren't you curious," I whispered, "To know what I am?"

You'd Better Watch Yourself

[/blockquote][/blockquote]