Chapter One

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POV - Vlad

I stood behind the tree in the shadows, watching her. She just stood at the large gravestone, looking. I normally don't bother with humans and their petty existence but I found curiosity in her..... I don't like it.

Humans are petty creatures whom are filled with aggression, greed, and stupidity. They are weak, yet act strong. Dumb, yet act smart. Their pride they hold more dearly then their lives. Pathetic, disgraceful, outrageous.....thinking of such a low life creature makes me angry.

But her....

She has long, brown hair, is tall and slender but average weight. From her looks she looks almost weak. However, looks can be deceiving, this I know. She wears a simple dress, skinny straps and goes to just above her knees. Its a light blue.

I know not why I stare, she's just human. No curiosity should be wasted on such a thing, yet something is off about her. She's different in a way, almost familiar in a way.

I gritt my teeth. No human deserves this attention or consideration. I am angry, and shameful, on myself for doing such a thing.

She stands there, the moonlight shining down on her and the stone. Her statue like pose bothers me as she has yet to move.

Humans are so annoying.

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POV - Raven

I walk through the eery gate to the cemetery. It's almost midnight and pitch black except the lonely light coming from the moon. Looking around for him, I continue to walk. I glance my eyes over each grave I pass, reading names.

Continuing to give glances behind me, I walk forward. The cool air numbs my bare legs, a small breeze lifting up my dress just slightly. Coming just above my knees, I run my hands down the sides of my legs to hold the dress skirt in place.

A certain gravestone holds my attention and I stop. It's a bigger stone, but much, much older. Probably from a richer family in the old days. The fancy carvings around a complicated family crest decorates the upper part of the stone and vine-like carvings spread down the sides of it around the name and birth and death dates. The name is unreadable, written in letters I cannot comprehend. The date is faded, and all is left a simple quote:

"YOU'LL SEE ME AGAIN"

I can't help but stare at the gravestone. It's oddly familiar and beautiful in its old, faded, and mysterious way. I cannot place in my mind why I feel this way.

I stand here, staring at the gravestone, when a sudden chill runs up my spine. But for some reason, I don't shiver or move. It feels as if someone is watching me.

The paralizing feeling is removed when a cloud covers  the moon. Everything grows eerily darker, and its so silent. I hear what sounds like the grass moving. A hushed sliding movement like a stealthy walk. I hear no breathing, or anything heavy enough to fear. I freeze, my heart beating loudly, and hold my breath. Trying to focus on what I can hear, but my heart beats too fast.

Whats going on? I think to myself. Why do I feel paralyzed?

After a few minutes passed, I feel I my body relax. I breathe in deeply and cross my arms. Its late, I should go. I think to myself.

I turn around and start walking back towards the gate. It's a good 20 minute walk home from here.

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POV-- Vlad 

Good she's finally gone. I watch her leave and roll my eyes. Damn humans, I don't get the point of their existence.

I look up at the moon
"Luna, my dear, beautiful as  always." I say and turn. The Moorin mansion sits abandoned, but beautiful and proud. Made of grey stone and dark bricks, she stands mysteriously, even more so in the moonlight. Just over to one side is a stone and brick stable which at one point held up to 30 of the world's greatest horses, back in the day. Behind that, lays out a massive pasture complete with the forest lining the far edge. On the other side if her, is a old gazebo, with vines crawling up her pillars and her floorboards. She overlooks a beautiful and eerie pond surrounded by banks and forests.

Truly beautiful, he thinks to himself, walking off into the mist.

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