Prolouge: I never thought about love, or even love for that matter. I was always focused on my mother's declining health and my father's rising temper. I was a loner. Always keeping my head down and nose stuck in a book. An outsider, that's what I was. Noone noticed me, I didnt catch anyones eye until...Him. Noone could have prepared me for Erik Night. Not even a sign from God. Please comment or vote if you think I should continue this... It will be my first story.