The last of it's kind

Sari, 17 years of age. One day, after a massive party. she has to go through the woods, the woods she never goes through. The woods, with old tree's and branches which curled over looking as sharp as dagger's. The whole place is sinister and creepy. It was her first time going through these wood's. She find's herself lost in the wood's and goes close. A little too close. Close enough for Harry to see her.

Harry, longing for blood to keep him alive. Messy curly hair, green dazzling emerald eyes with a tall towering figure. Harry isn't the type to resist the blood of the one he loves.