Winter Doom

Prologue

The soft snow brushes against my pale face. Why tonight, of all nights he picks tonight. I sit on the frostbitten bench staring into the full moon waiting for him. I hear footsteps. I bite my lip wondering who it is. I turn to see his olive washed face ruined with a cut so deep I could see his bone. Tears fall from my eyes as I move my hand to caress his wounds. ‘What the hell happened to you?’ I scream. All I hear is silence; all I see is his soft brown eyes wondering the same thing. ‘It was him, I saw him, it was…’ A menacing growl cuts him off. I grab his hand and start running. I just run with nowhere to go, nowhere to hide. I don’t know how to explain what is going on. So I will start from the beginning.

A/N; This story was on my old account which no longer exists