Would have spent about a year since i lost love. My life was not the same, the songs that had already composed, reminded me of my passion.
One night, when I was acting I saw a young man who parecial mourning, had black hair with a hook col onyx spiked it. She pass my whole performance looking at me intently, but could not distract me with that deep and sinister look that threw me, and her skin was so pale as the winter snow.
After the performance the room went for a light moment she was no longer there, maybe she gone away without noticing it, but suddenly my reasoning was interrupted by the huge audience of applause, which echoed through the entire room.
Leaving the stage I noticed something strange, the room balcony doors were all open out, what was not normal in a cold winter night. I went to see who was there, and there she was on the porch, her black dress gave him a certain unique beauty ... as if it were a vampire .... but this was impossible things, these creatures existed only in the stories they told me as a child, and tabem such a creature could not be beautiful to the human eye. I came across her face to face, and with that mesmerizing look, being so deep and dark, like a tree on the edge of an abyss.
I ask him his name, in a quiet voice answered:
-My name is Anne. And you?
Froze, did not know that feeling was that it was something that did not feel a long time, as if the emptiness of my heart was filled and hurts my soul healed. But finally I said to him, my name is Andrew. But there was something strange about it, because there would be a dress lady in a piercing, especially in a cold winter night, seemed barely human because of her pallor and natural coolness.
It was to be my only mania, this was not possible, I asked him if he needed anything.
Anne: Yes wish acompanhace me to the entrance of the club.
Yes of course with pleasure, let me go get my coat only, and we already lady.
