For a long time, Lavinia had been having nightmares. Her nightmares were not that of the average girl, though. They always featured one "person", an insanely beautiful, light haired boy with piercing eyes. Most people would not be afraid, except for Lavinia. He was not just in her dreams though. She felt as though he was always around, always near, always watching... She thought she was crazy. She felt as though her fear held her back. Her constant uneasiness and fear of someone she did not know existed felt as though it held her strong in its arms. But what if she wasn't crazy? What if she was experiencing something that has been going on for ages around her hometown in Greenashe, Georgia? A NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR. This work is nowhere near finished. Please keep in mind this is a rough draft, and completion is something very far away. It will be much more detailed and of greater length. I will not be posting the final draft or any revisions.