I had never seen a monster before, I had this misconception about how it would be. I thought for sure it would be dripping fangs and sharpened claws so to speak. I thought it should at least be easy to tell, that something so evil, so black would leave a mark. Some indication of the stained soul beneath, that if all was fair you should at least be able to tell, feel the evil coming off them. Oh how very wrong this foolish notion was and how unfortunate for me that the very first monster I would ever see would be so horribly beautiful. You would never know from that face, those gentle eyes, the soft spoken politeness. How could I have known that I had just said hello to the angel from my nightmares.