• Long black hair and faded blue eyes were the only thing that could be clearly seen behind the large hardcover book that seemed to be hanging in the air. The library was dead silent, nothing to be heard but the soft ripple of a page turning and the almost silent ticking of the clock that was perched upon the wall behind the black haired teenager. If a quick glance was all that was taken he would seem lifeless, his figure remaining perfectly still, not so much as a muscle quivering but when close enough it could be seen that his gentle eyes were shifting back and forth, filling with a quick and silent anticipation every time the page had to be turned with soft hands.

    The silence and solitude remained constant for several hours before the gentle voice of the aging librarian broke the atmosphere with a careful 'call back'.
    “It’s closing time my dear”

    When no response was received a hunched old woman hobbled her way towards the section the boy was in. “Alastar, dear, it’s time to leave for the night.” While the words slipped from her lips she placed a finger on the inside of the book and carefully pried it away.

    Alastar’s whole upper body gave a shake in correspondence to his head, snapping him away from the world that entrapped him every time. “I did it again…didn’t I?” His voice was soft and timid when he spoke; when he received a nod from the old lady a weak smile played his lips. “Sorry about that Mrs. H.”

    “Don’t apologize; it’s very rare to see some on your age so interested in books…It’s quite an honor to see.” Her kind smile was genuine as she watched Alastar stand and stretch out his limbs. “But I would’ve thought your time was better spent with the girls.” She gave him a coy smile.

    Letting a soft blush cover his cheeks, Alastar looked to the ground and smiled, his straight white teeth slightly visible behind his lips. “Well, I’m not that kind of person…” This time he held a slightly firmer tone as he spoke in modest embarrassment.

    The two of them talked about other small things while they walked to the door of the library. “Alright, I’ll see you tomorrow.” With a final wave to the kind woman Alastar set off into the darkened night, the pale shine of the moon being the only source of light while the black clad teenager walked quickly through the streets – looking for a shortcut through an alleyway. ‘Better spent on girls’ a slightly mocking and sarcastic chuckle left his lips. ‘I’m too shy to sit with a girl, let alone talk to one.’ The thoughts hurt more than anyone would ever find out but he shook them off, looking up at the full moon and letting it calm him down.

    While he passed by the next alley something caught Alastar’s attention, just the slightest movement but it was enough to spark a fast growing curiosity. With a few minutes of wagering with himself he went towards the alley – everything seeming to go silent as he got closer, every shadow getting bigger, all of them but his own, which seemed to get smaller the more hesitant he became. He was starting to realize that it could be anything in that alley, and he had watched enough horror to know a dark alley illuminated by nothing but the full moon was nothing but a bad equation.

    Once again everything went silent but his own body, his breath rang through his ears and every step on the loose gravel sounded as if a hammer was just brought down upon a damaged bell, causing it to ring out for a second before crumbling beneath the weight. Pushing forward, his steps became slower - noticeably more hesitant; His muscles tensed instantly as the shadows met him – the first spread across his chest, the second along his legs and the last swallowing his face and hair. The shadows seemed to drag him further into the passage, lifeless eyes hidden behind the darkness and unfelt hands clutching onto his fearful curiosity as an anchor.

    ‘Just a cat…Maybe a rat…nothing to be afraid of.’ The thoughts were the last futile attempt at reassuring himself as Alastar’s slim figure emerged into the center of the now seemingly abandoned alley. His eyes darted back and forth, searching for movement, his ears strained to hear any noise ‘nothing.’ With a soft smile he turned to leave, but as he turned it was as if something heard his thoughts and he heard the clatter of tin cans tumbling to the ground; without a second thought, he turned on his heels, swearing to himself that he did not just see a shadow dash across the wall. Trying to run, he found his feet rooted in place, no strength of will was moving them. While he stood there he found himself looking around ‘Trapped!’ he just realized it, even if he could run, he couldn’t get away.

    Once again, as if to answer his frantic thoughts a shadow spanned out in front of him, but this time it didn’t race away, this time it stepped into the light provided by the moon.

    The sight made Alastar both gasp and blush. Standing in front of him was the most beautiful woman he had even seen, looking no older than nineteen. His eyes couldn’t pull away, he started with the hair; it was long, waving slightly as it cascaded down to a spot between her shoulders and her waist – colored a fair brown but with a noticeable blond accent. Next was her eyes, they were odd but enticing – they were a soft emerald but had a distinguished red tint. When he gazed at her body he turned a darker red, she was dressed in nothing but a red sports bra and a short black skirt, showing off her “perfect” hourglass figure, the kind that would make any man stop and stare without any reason; after that came her legs, so slender and graceful they made Alastar bite his lip - starting to get overwhelmed with her glorious body.

    When his gaze finally made their way up to her eyes he saw her reaching towards him with one of her long, gentle looking arms. Her hand was extremely soft, though quite cold; for a reason he couldn’t find, he couldn’t move in the least, even more so that now her eyes had been centered into his. “I-I...uh...” His voice died out for he now saw her stepping even closer – within seconds she had her arms around his neck and her body pressed softly against his own.

    When her body touched his, he smelt a soft scent fill the air, it was that of vanilla and rose blended together. When the smell caught him his body suddenly felt extraordinarily warm and he was instantly happier than he had ever been.

    “I’m sorry about this… I’ll repay you if we ever meet again.”

    Her voice sounded the how an angel’s should. He felt himself overcome with a degree of affection and lust he had never known; as he finally registered what she had said, he found his voice. “Sorry for wha-”

    But again he was cut off, this time by the mysterious teenager pressing strongly against him, forcing the both of them against the wall – at the same time her hand’s grip became firm and she pulled his head to the side. All he could see was the girl lean in towards his neck, all he felt was the hand gripping his hair and a soft kiss on his neck before he felt two pin-like stabs where the kiss had just been before all went black.