Chapter 2
I heard the door click as it closed and my back was pushed firmly against the wall. You stood looming above me, fair skin, dark hair, piercing blue eyes.
   His breath flowed across my cheeks; it reminded me of flowers rustling in a gentle summer breeze, somehow.  My blood pulsed through my veins increasing my heart rate to a rapid fluttering, like a humming birds wings.
“Well, I’ll see you soon then” His voice was casual; the juxtaposition between his stance over me and relaxed voice was shocking.
“Yes, I suppose you will” I mirrored his voice with ease, one fortunate feature of my kind; we are blessed with unnatural self control. He stood staring at me for a moment then shifted his weight and turned walking straight out of the door without a backward glance.
    I spent the rest of the day in the park, crouching in one of the high branches of an ancient oak tree with Pride and Prejudice as my only companion; my thoughts drifted often, it was unlike me to get distracted so easily.  
     The worst part of being one of my kind, is the night, the long nights.  There is very little to do at night, most treat night as a wonder, a land of enigma or of fear, but in actual fact, it’s dull, dark is always the same there is no variation. So at night, I walked, trailing paths in parks and towns, along river beads and through fields; I never paid particular attention to where I was going. It was a cold night, as per usual in the English January.  
Once I returned to the sett I looked in one of the many mirrors, my skin was clearer that much was obvious, and I was starting to lose the stark line of my jaw and cheek bones, I hated that.  I settled into one of the arm chairs by the fire, no one else was around so I was free to sit and become totally wrapped in my own thoughts...