• It was 1935. I was merely a 15 year old girl with more curiousity with a newborn child.
    I had set myself out for a stroll in the darkest of nights counting my steps as I go "28, 29 30, 31, oof!"
    I had ran into an absolutly gorgous being, though he wasn't human. He looked human, he talked human, but his smell was so ... antichrist, and his eyes were glowing!
    More scared than I had ever been in my life, I managed to stutter, "Excuse me, uh, s-sir, I'm terribly sorry,"
    "Relax, my dear, it is narry a problem, for I was not watching my steps,"
    "I, uh, forgive you sir, have a grand night,"
    "What do I call you ma'am?"
    "Marybell Kathryn Broadfoot, but you may call me Mary," I said with the biggest smile i had mrgreen .

    By then, he had already won, for I had fallen to his wicked spell. "Lady Mary, do you mind finishing this stroll with me?"
    "I will, good sir,"
    He took me into a dark alley telling me how beautiful I was. "What is your name?" I asked ...