• Rëza
    ~~Chapter One~~


    She tapped lightly on the stereo’s frame and a mild tune vibrated out of its speakers echoing across the room. She slumped lazily into a red velvet armchair and opened the old brown leather bound volume that had stood lonesome on the cedar desk. A light spring wind drifted in from the south window and wafted in the smells from outside. The flimsy pages swayed and bowed willingly to the breeze as it brushed their surface. “This music befits the book.” She smiled to herself as she began to read silently from the pages. She easily became enveloped in the fantasy world the words created. Only her subconscious was aware of what her conscious mind was not. The door of the library moaned open without her knowledge. A tall man with long black hair that curled softly down his back stood at the door. His cold black eyes matched his heart, hair, and cloths but didn’t match his well sculpted face. He wore glasses even though his eye hadn’t deteriorated in the slightest. His body, mind, and form showed no obvious sign of the age they withheld from the world. He stole a book the shelf, opened it, and closed it in her face allowing the air to whip a few strands of her sand colored hair out of her eyes. “Damion.” She growled, and snatched the book from his hands. “Eliza, it’s time for a hunt.” He smiled down at the girl. His smile was devious, malevolent, and malicious. His smile made her blood lurch slower to her heart. She only nodded biting back the few words of disgust and protest she could think of. He was aware of her dislike of the hunt and his dark pupils filled with amusement. “What? Do you not wish to go?” He asked as he picked up her hand. She shook her head and whispered “No, I’ll go.” With that she stood up wryly and allowed him to place a kiss on her knuckles. He wrapped an arm around her waist and led her to the open window.