Enchanted (still being worked on)

It only takes one look to make you see the beauty, the wonder, the ignorance in a sweet and innocent child or in this case Prudence, She hates her name she asked me to call her Prue, it seemed as though she would be like any other girl, beautiful (of course) slender with an hour glass shape black hair, blue eyes, rare from the start. She could easily be put down, from jealousy or envy, she looked like a Marilyn or a Jackie or somewhere in between, maybe even a mixture of both, she didn't hate her height she was just 5'5".

I guess I was in love with her the first moment I saw her, she just glowed, with her beckoning and emanating beauty, I wish I hadn't been, but I was she claimed she was bad, and was destined to do only bad, but how could something that beautiful be so bad or bad for you? There is a reason why humans are supposed to be in the dark about everything paranormal or supernatural, our brains just can't handle it. We either want to expose them, kill them, sell them, or be with them. All of those things are wrong whether we choose to see that or not. Exposing them that's just plain cruel to tell everyone you know about them so that they get dissected and turned into experiments, just think of it this way, would you like it if scientists were poking scalpels at your brain or trying to figure why you don't have one, yeah I didn't think so. Killing something we don't understand is just like killing homosexuals, or transgenders, or killing prostitutes, stuff like that. Hey it's not their fault they didn't choose this life it chose them. Selling them isn't human of us, that is one thing that would be terrible trying to make money off another living being, if there not human then you should at least act like you are. Now I can say its wrong but I can't tell you that I haven't done it. Falling in love with one. 

One October morning I woke up, everything told me that i wasn't to encounter in anything dangerous, or bad, if I walked past an old creepy house I wasn't to go inside and tell the house and basicly give the old creepy guy a way to feed his minions, or whatever cliche my grandmother could come up with. Or down a dark alley in a big city, where thugs could beat me up and or kill me. The thing is I didn't do either of things, but I still got hurt as if I had been killed because unless you go to hell after you die your soul is at peace. One day I walked into Macy's where I usually pick up girls with my baby sister, but she's not a baby anymore, and I need to grow up and tell pretty girls that I think they're pretty plain and simple. That's where I met her. Prue. all 135.2 lbs of gorgeousness that I couldn't help but stare at. 

"Can I help you?" She said with the most velvety voice almost soprano

"Sorry I was just wondering why you decided to leave such a wonderful place?" I tried as soothly as I could muster

"What are you talking about?" she questioned with an exquisitely puzzled face 

"Heaven, you have surely been there." I said thinking it was smooth and thinking she would giggle

"Actually I just came out of Hell so if you would excuse me" She said with despair 

"Isn't that ironic."  I said as a quick retort

"How is that so?"

"I don't know I just figured that a face that beautiful would know more of pleasure and less of pain, but apparently I am wrong, but anyway I just wanted to know if you could fit me in your busy schedule for a date?"

"Wow, you're forward as hell are you not?"

"Of course life is too short to be shy, and it would seem very stalker-ish if I followed you around and decided when to ask you out, after admiring your beauty for a couple weeks don't you agree?"

"How could I say no to such a sweet line as that?" Oh man I love that sassy sexiness of hers 

"Okay then friday at the cinema?" I said as I lent in and played with the tangeled tendril

"What movie are we watching?"

"We aren't, I have something more interesting planned."

"Oh really? Then you can pick me up at my house."