It was dark and there was an icy hint of a freeze in the air, which was common in these parts around winter. London was so unpredictable in its winter months. Knowing that, I still continued to wander through the dense, dark forest. This was the first time I had wondered into these parts alone, unprotected. I stumbled upon a path that seemed to appear out of nowhere, but I walked down it despite that something that told me not to. What could possibly go wrong?
I walked not really knowing where I was going, but still, I kept going. The days events played back in my in my mind. Events that I wished weren't on my mind. Thinking I could get rid of them, I glanced around looking at the shadows dancing around in the moonlight. Everything around me looked the same. Tall trees with bare limbs. Various stones that glittered in the light. They all littered the floor beneath my feet.
I came upon this enormous old aged tree alongside the path and got this insatiable urge to walk around it. This tree stood out from all the others. It seemed to be calling me to it. I hurriedly, yet cautiously approached the tree. As I reached the other side, I saw a dark lone figure leaning coolly with arms crossed causing me to jump back in a shocking horror.
“Don't be alarmed, I'm not going to hurt you,” a male voice spoke in a soft, crisp voice that caused my heart to skip several beats.
“How can I not be? I wasn't expecting there to be someone standing on the opposite side of this tree,” I announced in a rushed choked voice, my accent clearly thick.
“If I may, why did you come around the tree?” he asked in a curious tone. My heart skipped again causing a rush in breathing.
“Don't really know. I just got this feeling, like a sudden impulse.”
He stood there starring down at me, yet I could not tell how he looked let alone whom he was. I could just feel his eyes piercing me as if I was a celebrity.
“What kind of feeling?”
His voice was now almost seductive as he moved away from the base of the tree and into the gleam of the moonlight. It was then I saw his instant beauty.
His midnight hair fell so recklessly perfect upon his head and yet still a few rebellious strands fell over his luscious golden, no honey eyes. Maybe it was his unspeakably dark hair or the glow of the moon that he looked so pale, but in all my years of being in society, I had never seen a person as pale as a white sheet.
Then I noticed that in this frosty air night, he wasn't wearing any sort of protection from the damaging winter air. He uncrossed his bare arms and he placed them at his side. They matched the paleness of his face. Against his black attire, his arms glowed and I could clearly notice a tattoo of a bat with a human head carrying a black rose posed in front of a red rose.
“Are you not cold out here?” I asked immediately without thinking just wanting to hear his voice again.
“Are you?” He uttered through his devilish playful grin.
“I'm not the one without the jacket, now am I?” I declared rather playfully relieved that he didn't get angry at my announcement of observation.
He moved closer to me and bent down to put his mouth next to my ear. My heart nearly stopped.
“You are wise, but no I'm not cold,”
His crisp cool breath had a different feeling from the piercing sting of the winter air. He straightened up, crossed his arms, and grinned down at me. I felt paralyzed. Was it shock? Or had he the powers of making me fall victim to his attraction.
He stood there. His eyes studied my every detail. From head to toe and I could feel his gaze upon me. I followed his beautiful honey eyes as they searched my figure.
“What are you doing out here?” I curiously wondered aloud. Finally finding my voice as he looked at something in the distance. He turned back towards me, eyes transfixed upon mine.
At this very moment, he gave me an evil smile with a hint of playfulness. He extended his right arm and wrapped it around my waist closing the gap that was between us. Something, another feeling, came over me at that very moment and I didn't want to move. I gazed into his eyes and got this perception of sadness intermixed with an unappeasable craving for passion. I then felt his other hand, cold as ice, on my cheek and he slid it to close my eyes. My heart was racing like a speeding bullet. I then felt his cool breath and before my mind could contemplate on what to do, his lips met mine.
