• I can still remember it, even though it was so long ago. I was only ten years old, sitting in my new room. I hated this. I had had friends and a great school. I knew why we moved though. Daddy’s job made him. But I still hated it. It was nothing like my old home.
    I remember crying. Mom and Daddy were downstairs talking. I knew they hadn’t wanted to move either. So, I sat there, crying for God knows how long. I felt alone. I’d never felt like that before, so hollow. It hurt. It hurt more than any paper cut or scraped knee. Maybe that was why he came to me.
    It was just like any other night. I sat on my bed, holding my pillow to my chest and crying into it. I looked up, but only when I heard a noise. I looked over at the glass shutter windows. They were open. I could have sworn I had shut them. I tilted my head slightly but then watched, a couple more tears falling down my cheeks.
    A figure climbed into the window, no bigger than myself at the time. Since the lights were off, the only light I had was that of the moon, which didn’t help much. I could see enough to be able to tell that it was a boy, around my age. He climbed down off the window sill, walking into the room. I watched as he looked around before his gaze rested on me. As I think of it now, his eyes were shocking but gorgeous. It was hard to hold his gaze, but even harder to look away. The irises of his eyes. How could I describe them? They were the absolute perfect shade of turquoise. They stood out in the darkness, as if they were glowing.
    “Hey. Why are you crying?” He asked quietly as he sat down at the foot of my bed. His voice was calm for someone, who I didn’t know, who had just climbed through my window. But it was also soothing.
    I didn’t think much of it at the time, just that someone was there who actually wanted to listen to what I had to say. “I hate it here.” I told him. “I wanna go home.”
    The expression he wore was sympathetic, but it didn’t last long. It quickly changed to one of… something. I still don’t know how to describe it. It was kind of like a mixture of playfulness and curiosity. “I’m Dominick.” He said. “What’s your name?”
    I sniffled a bit before telling him, “Katie.”
    He grinned happily and grabbed my hand, practically dragging me out of bed. “Tell me Katie, could you see the stars where you lived?” he asked, pulling me towards the window.
    “Yeah.” I said, wondering what he was up to. He stepped into the window and started to pull me up, but I pulled back, pulling him right off the sill.
    “Mama and Daddy says I’m not allowed to stand in the window. I could fall.” I told him.
    But he didn’t look discouraged. In fact, he looked amused. “But your Mama and Daddy are downstairs.” He pointed out. “Besides, I’m not gonna let you fall.”
    I gulped as he stepped back into the window, pulling me up, though more gently this time. I grabbed a hold of the side of the window frame with one hand, holding his hand with the other. I felt frozen with fear and didn’t dare look down.
    “Katie, look.” His voice pulled me from my daze. I looked over at him before following his gaze to the sky which was dotted with stars. It looked absolutely beautiful, like a black bed sheet covered in snowflakes.
    “I bet those are the same stars you can see from your old home.” He said. I looked back over at him, smiling. He was right.
    It took a moment, but my eyes finally adjusted to the amount of light. Standing in the window sill, I got more light from the moon. I could see him better now. He had hair the color of a raven’s wing, shining with an almost silvery tint to it. His skin was quite pale, though I had seen paler. He wore a plain brown shirt that had spots covering it, grass stains no doubt. His pants, his jeans, were in no better condition. With holes in the knees and dirt on the legs, he looked like he played rough, but he was so gentle with me.
    And so, that was how I met Dominick. I never found out his last name. I asked him once though. He said it was a big secret. Come to think of it, he also said that about where he lived, who his parents were, why he never came around during the day and why it wouldn’t be a good idea for me to tell my parents about him. But I didn’t mind. In fact, all the secrets made him all the more interesting.
    So, he came back night after night. Soon, I started settling in. I made friends at school and Dominick came around less and less. He would always use the excuse that he was “busy” or that “he didn’t have much time because his parents were still awake”. Even though I had other friends, he was still my best friend.
    Then one night, he didn’t show up. I hadn’t thought much about it. But he didn’t come the night after that, nor the night after that, nor that night after that. He didn’t come back ever again.
    Well, years passed, I grew up, but I never forgot that boy, Dominick. In fact, when I went to high school and my first boyfriend broke up with me, that night I half expected to see that odd little boy standing in my window sill telling me to come look at the stars with him. He helped me when everyone else was too busy to. He was my friend when I had none. He was my rock, my strength. Sometimes, when I dreamed, he even came down from heaven as an angel; wings, robe, the whole deal.
    Well, a couple more years had passed. I just graduated from high school a couple months ago. But in even bigger news, it appears there’s been a huge discovery: The existence of mythical creatures. Vampires, lycans, shape shifters, etc. Now, until then, I had never thought such creatures existed. Sure, I had had my thoughts. For a year and a half I’d even had an obsession with such things.
    Now, to bring the story back to me. This may seen old fashioned, and it kind of is, but I’m arranged to be married to someone. Now, this isn’t just any old someone. He’s a vampire, the first born son from a very, very powerful vampire family. And when I say powerful, I mean rich. So the human government and the vampire… council, I guess you could say, have agreed. They’ve decided that one human girl is to marry this guy to … prove something? I’m not entirely sure. I wasn’t really listening. I was still trying to take in the fact that I have to marry someone, who I’ve never even met, who could KILL ME IN MY SLEEP! …Sorry. I’m still not happy about all this. Well, I guess this is where my story continues.