Although the human life is full of many influences, but what drive all of us, is desire. Desire in its simplest form…

Everyone desires something, or to be someone else. From money, fame to love, & lust, and even for most, they desire to be different, special in their own way. Many act like their desires; they play out fantasies and nightmares in their life.

This room is full of great examples:

The man on my left, standing in the middle of the room, searching. With his sleek style desires to be the mythological snake, deflowering every women, acting as a selective hunter, stealthy in his ways; he will be triumphant over every Eve who denies his poisoned apples. Not only does his style so outwardly say this, from his snake tattoo on the right side of his neck, to the snake skin belt he discretely wears, flashing his style while having an instinct edge on this room full of people.

The women across the room slowly gaining the upper hand by outwitting and over powering the men in the room longs to play the role of fire, destroying everything in her path, gaining power, and feeding upon the oxygen of others. Her auburn hair, curled to the point of out-of-control, whips around her as she blasts through the room. She trails from one group to another proving she has power. She is not attracted to anyone in this room, she desires to destroy, not love.

The man in the corner, scoping everyone out, longs to be the outcast. He longs to be the mythological Vampire role. I find this man absolutely crude; He doesn't understand what it takes to kill every night. He longs to be a monster, yet I long to be him, human, weak. I can pin-point his weak spots, just by his movements. He enrages me; no one should desire to live the life of a killer.

And The man sitting adjacent from me, his messy brown hair, and messy clothes plays the role of Werewolf. He doesn't desire to kill, he desires to be free, the animal inside of him to let loose. He is the hardest to read, so I can't tell you much.

And although there are over twenty people in this room, most are over come is the desire to get famous or rich, but their far off dream is often shattered with waking every night in their nightmares. I find the majority of these people absolutely disgusting, so wrapped up in their ways that they are completely consumed by their desires that I, their greatest fear attacks, and they are left for dead. I am the monster they want to become.

It is with this desire to be human that this journey begins.

It wasn't a few moments after my nightly stop at a local coffee shop that my desires lead me outside. The snow was falling, it was cold, but I didn't feel it; after all I was just a  walking corpse at this point. The sky was black, strange; usually when the snow fell it gave an eerie orange glow from the street lights, but not tonight. It was beautiful tonight. Something that could only be seen by those who dared to look.

The snow whipped as my face, turning my head in the direction of a woman walking down the street. Her knee length coat was tied at her waist, which gave her the curves that would be my desire later. Her black hair wasn't even noticeable at this point to the human eye, but I was no longer human. I was an animal that had just found his prey. She wouldn't be any more intellectual than every other woman he had met before, her feminine style, was something was centered on her weakness. I could hit every spot she wished to be touched, but yet still driving her heart into fear. She was weak, just like every woman. She passed through couples, and crowds of threes and fours. I followed her, close, but still far enough away so she wouldn't become paranoid. She never looked back once, she wasn't afraid, she was headstrong by the way she walked through the crowds, dodging hot coffee, and romantic couples. Her hair blew back toward me, I could smell her skin, like the first cherry blossoms, pure, vibrant, and alluring.  I could taste her on my lips, sweet, but not too sweet. My mouth watered, I could taste everything.

She whipped her hair in front of her face and abruptly turned into a building. A quiet bookstore. I could see her walk though the aisles, weaving through the books slowly, when soon she was gone. Her scent was gone. I followed her into the store. Her scent was lost. There were three people I instantly could locate inside the bookstore. One man, two woman. All three worked there, but not for much money. Their thoughts wondered as I stepped into the store.

I was on the hunt, but yet with every step that I took music grew louder in my head, and if I wasn't mistaken, it was, "Dream of the Witch's Sabbath," by Berlioz. It was something I knew from the melody, it could never be mistaken from any other classical song. It was powerful even at it's down times, huge bells rang in my head, nearly knocking me off my feet, The pounding noise was not evidently coming from the bookstore's stereo, no, modern calming music was playing, and if I was right, it sounded much like "The Fray," a Colorado based band, the lead singer's voice was one of a kind.

The drums from the classical music started to boom in my head, where was the music coming from? I followed the noise, as it lead me down the narrow aisles, and into the darker part of the bookstore, I smelled cherry blossoms. My eyes grew wide as my desire for her over-took me.

I completely forgot about the classical music for a brief moment, but unknowingly the music mirrored my actions, as I grew closer to her, the crescendo made my heart race. The music was so loud now, I could hear every instrument as if I was sitting in the audience of a concert. The horns began to blast in my head, and  as I turned the corner, the smell struck my nose. Cherry blossoms. The woman was leaning against a book shelf, listening to her Ipod.  She slid down to the floor reading the back covers of book after book. I stared at her, I couldn't read any words from her thoughts or style. She thought in the form of music. The music I heard was from her mind.

But I could read her weaknesses, she was alone in a dark book store, what could have possibly be more perfect? No one could even hear her scream if I took her right now. That is if she would scream, and I have a feeling that she wouldn't. I looked around, no cameras, I looked around again, no one around but her heart beat.  

My eyes wondered upon the writing on the bookshelves, Romance, She was alone in a dark bookstore, in the romance section. Now I knew exactly what her weakness was. When I turned to face her again, nothing, she was gone. I rushed to wear she sat before, still warm, I touched the books she had read, then put back;, One of which caught my eye; it was titled, "All I Want For Christmas is a Vampire." I laughed at the irony, and as I did the music began to fade. She was still here. I ran down aisles, finding the music again and again, fading,  But yet the crescendo echoed in my head once again. I was drawing closer, and as I reached the check out stand, nothing, no one but the three workers scattered about.

I approached the cashier, I could hear the music becoming darker as I spoke. I asked the woman nicely, using my charm to try and see the records of what she bought, and if I was lucky if she used her debit card to get her name. It wasn't seduction with out some research. I grinned at that thought, and as I did I could see the woman melt, but yet she denied my request. I became angered, I got a rush of adrenaline, and as I felt it, it over took my body I lifted her from the neck and snapped it. Such a pity that I had to do such a thing, I regretted it, I didn't want to be this man, no I was not a monster, yet when it truly came down to it, I couldn't help but to kill, I was made to kill.

I could hear her very shallow breathing, strange that she still had strength after my grip, and as she became more limp in my arms, and set her nicely on the floor. I jumped across the counter and opened the drawer, I picked up the receipt, Ella Hallowell. She bought a number of books, All of them from the romance section, and then one titled, "The writers handbook." She was a weak-hearted woman with a talent for writing, She shouldn't be hard to find. In fact, she made it easy.

 I was near the door when I heard the other worker scream, which alarmed the male worker. The male stopped me at the door, he yelled at me to stop, I laughed as I gripped his arm backwards and broke it into two pieces, the snapping noise and his cries made the other woman run in fear. I slid him across the  floor, and as he smashed into a wall blood came pouring from his head. He was dead now.

I could hear the other woman's heart pound with fear. I laughed at her incompetence. I moved among the shadows and confronted her with a flash of light. She ran right into me, she fell backwards  on her back, Her heart beat faster, and faster as I stepped closer to her. She scooted away as if that would help her situation. I pick her up by her shoulders and held her eye level to me. I stared at her, her heart slowed, maybe she thought I was going to save her, as much as I wanted to, I couldn't now.

 Her blood sprayed on my face. As her heart stopped, I had killed her mercilessly, without thought. I stepped away from her, I become distraught as I walked out from the bookstore. The snow hit my blood stained face, it washed it away as I walked down the street, The smell of cherry blossoms hit my nose, was this woman worth it?

She is.

Although the cold from the ice froze her bare legs, she still pounded on the piano. She was a silly woman, playing piano in the snow, but this was the only way her neighbors wouldn't complain. She pounded out the sour tunes of her breaking heart. And as the snow fell on the old piano, her hands become blushed, red with color. Like the rose beneath the frost, the fire beneath the ice. The sound was as a rose, blooming, and holding on to the end. But winter came, freezing her in her place.

 Her voice sounded from her cold chest. A sweet tone melted the bitterness of her playing. Words began to flow out of her mouth, unclear, but so obvious based on the tone. She was hurt, alone, cold. Her heart needed to sing, and so the slow beating of her heart gave the bass for this solitary tango. Slow, but yet so alluring to the crowds passing by through the below streets.

 Ice began to form along her knuckles as hours went by, she played never taking a breath, never slowing her heart more, never speeding up. This song was forever imprinted on her, love was not something she could do easily anymore. Love is her dream, yet she could never love. Truth be told, she hadn't ever loved, her had only had the strength to lose, time and time again. This song kept her heart beat, slow, but steady. Time lost in the dead of night, she played, never blinking, just creating this sound, this solo. She breathed slowly, like her heart, slowing as she paced her tones. And so she sat, upon the roof top, playing the piano, now covered in ice and snow. Her hands slipped, but like a gargoyle, she played her part; the solo of the rose, frozen in the snow, but vibrant in the symphony placing it self on the mind.

Her heart started to pump harder as she called upon her strength to pound out her notes with her numb finger tips, bitten with the icy frost. Her fingers pulsed with her heart beat sending the beat through out the air, for miles her heart was heard.

Soon her heart was quick, pounding her head against the loud notes. Her fingers and her body becoming warmer with every thump of her heart. Undead, her heart beat, but her body died. Her song immortal, and her mind infinite.

The cold snaps at her neck, placing its teeth at her veins, seducing, but sending her heart into fear. She grasps the cold winter air, snowflakes nestle in her hair, freezing her like the statues of hope and love from times before. A tear falls, it falls to the piano. The night becomes eerily quiet. The piano's soul deceased, and her heart stops. But the Immortal song plays once more.

The running 2

I felt his cold stares roam up and down my body as I unlocked the door, I could feel myself becoming more frazzled by every second he spent just starring at me.  I walked him inside, inviting this strange man in and leaving the door open, for the rush of cold air to make my body goose bump over, to make him come closer to me. This was the part of me that never came out, the part of me that was so obscene and so stupid, the side of me that made irrational decisions. I shouldn't have let him come in; I should have given into this perfect man. No, it was wrong, I knew that regret is something I was good at, but this was beyond regret, I knew this was wrong, but his eyes make me yield. As I reached for the light switch, his hand pinned mine against the wall, I took that as a sign to leave the lights off. I attempted to pull my hand away from his, but he just maneuvered himself perfectly so I was surrounded by his strong arms.  I felt as if I was just his prey, and he was merely hunting my sexual desires. I pulled my hand from his and faced this man, eye to eye. I could see his muscles on his arms strengthen as I stood defiant. I liked to play with my meal too. I thought as I placed my hands behind my back, and leaned them against the wall. I fluttered my sparkling blue eyes to tease him. He suddenly slammed the door closed with one arm, effortlessly. As he did, the walls shook with vibrations that would continue to run through my body even after that night. It's unimaginable what I felt that night, that simple action sent me swirling into a jello of pleasure.

He stared as I began to inch off the wall and into his entrapment. I was feeling very feisty; I wanted him to work for what I had. This is how I played with my food. An eternity passed as I stared into his dark eyes, with a split second decision, I ducked under his left arm and stepped away from this man. His shoulders relaxed as his left arm dropped to his side, he turned his head slowly and growled within, and I heard it. Fear struck my heart, had I let a beast into my home? He smiled, sadistically; maybe I really was his prey. I turned from him and walked into my room, he was there, waiting for me, There were candles lit, and the air smelled of nearly dead roses. He rushed behind me, and shut the doors behind me; I heard the lock as I stepped forward. Once again my heart fluttered, with fear and excitement.

I felt his body behind me, I could feel his breath on the back of my neck. I shivered, I could feel his cold fingers lightly graze the middle of my back, which made me straighten my posture and another shiver hit me. I could feel my body vibrate beneath my feet. He laughed beneath his breath and turned me to face him. I could melt right there. But he tortured me until I was going to burst with or without him. He stepped toward me, and like before I stepped back, I hit my wall as if I hadn't known it was there to begin with. He grabbed both of my wrists, he placed them above my body and held them there with his strong arms. I felt his grip tighten as I tried to free my hands, Escape was impossible with this man, He was stronger than me, bigger than me, faster than me, and well let's face it, I wouldn't run away, and I did I would want him to catch me.

He pressed his whole body against mine, and he kissed me deeply, passionately. He released my hands, as his moved downward mine mirrored his, his moved toward my neck and hair, and mine move down his chest to his absolutely perfect abs. I winced with pleasure as I felt a slight pull of my hair. This was a primal urge that I felt as he tugged on my hair, I slid my hand up his back and pulled at his. With that action I could feel the growl from before;

 He swung me around by my waist; as the room spun the glow from the candles made a red blur of dim warmth. My head and body became dizzy as he pulled me in front of him; I swayed with his fast movements. I felt his cold hand sweep my hair off my shoulders, freeing my neck. He leaned into the left side of my neck; he kissed me lightly, and breathing his cold breath down my blouse. I shivered and I see a smile spread across his lips. Goose bumps bubbled beneath my skin. He kissed my neck once again, this time deeper, it made my pulse, it made my heart race, it made me warm, the warmth the over takes your body almost in seizures of pleasure, the warmth that makes you arch your back, pulling out the muscles, sending shivers and tingles along your spine. Warmth hit every inch of my body, as if my whole body was flushed with the rosy color of a blush. He drug his damp lips across my collar bone,  as he did his left arm caressed the small of my back, he pulled me in and traced his path back to the left side of my neck. He kissed me once more, more powerful than before. With that poison of a kiss he pushed me on the bed. I started to breathe heavily, and I couldn't stop the increasing beat of my heart. Adrenaline pumped through my veins, I felt a high from it. My head became light, and my body started to quiver. His hands landed beside my head, his eyes moved from my neck to my eyes. I squirmed upward onto the bed awkwardly, his eyes never moved from mine, and as I moved upward, he followed, and mirrored my actions. He hovered above my lips for a long while, when finally his kiss met mine.

From there everything happened so fast, soon he was shirtless, and I was too. I laid there nervous, yet excited to feel again, with one swift move I felt cold air below my skirt, but before I could react to the cold I became warm.

She stood out from the crowd, not because of her dark clothing, not because of her pale complexion, and not because of her icy blue eyes, but her scent made her stand out. She smelled of no human perfume, she smelled of roses, and cherries, a sweet smell even to the bitterest beings.

She hoped through the crowd, she spotted the man; and him a like. He didn't think twice, his feet took off beneath him, and like him, she followed his action. They pushed through the relentless crowd, as the strangers pushed back in anger; he was soon out of the maze of people. He sped up through the dark streets, and soon he was no longer seen by her eyes. She made it through the crowd and squinted after him. He ran down the tilted road, his gain, but not for long. She ran to the right down a flight of stairs, she was now covered in a  cement building, it must have been an underground parking garage, but like déjà vu, she had been here before. The stairs became endless; she jumped down five or six at a time. The stairs twisted and varied on each floor in height and depth. Soon her patience was tested, and sure enough she flung her self down the side rail, twelve or thirteen feet of a drop finally hit her feet. She fell backwards, but her feet hurting wouldn't stop her from getting her necklace back.

She threw herself into the gray door, and like mathematics, there he was. Walking calmly inside another building draped in gray and similar to the building before, it was made up of purely cement, this building curved around and raised, and with the initial step upward it would continue to incline with tiny steps and handrails in the tunnel-like rooms.

 She ran after him. Not making any noise, she was stalking this man like a fierce cat does with it's prey, and it wasn't before long when she pounced. She was inches from his long black coat when he turned.  He eyes hit her pale face, stunned he tried to grab at her, but she simply grabbed the necklace from his hands. He then grabbed her waist and swung her into a wall, throwing the necklace to the His hand smoothed over the surface of the neck lace as she kicked her foot back, sending the necklace behind her.  His glance suggested rage, and without thinking she flung herself backwards gripping the handrails that surrounded them. She lowered her hand as she ran; she flung the necklace into her hands and ran. Her heart raced as she ran for the doors. She could feel him gaining, this was a silly battle in her mind, it was hers why chase after her for it? And right when she was within the reach of the industrial-style doors he flung her backwards by her shoulders. He flipped her around to face him, and when her eyes met his he directed her into the cement wall with all his strength. She felt helpless, as she stared this mystery man. His grins suggested a devilish tint to them. She twisted and resisted his touch by squirming in his muscular arms. He said nothing to her, expecting her to give it back to him, but he obviously didn't know how headstrong this woman was. She kicked free from his arms, feisty she was, and over-powering he was, a perfect match if not for the hatred in his eyes. She flung herself out of the door and ran outside, and back into the room full of the stairs.

He followed, laughing her attempt.  She flung the other door open with a huge rumble. She continued to climb the stairs, and just as swift as before he reached his hand through the crack between the handrails and the cement stairs. He grabbed her by the ankle, tripping her forward and pulling her downward. Paralyzed with fear she turned to he man now walking calmly up toward her. She had never been so afraid of  anything, the thought of death crossed her mind, but as the worst thought passed her mind her mind became blank when looking  at his beautiful man. He didn't say anything, but he inched closer to her, nearly climbing on top of her motionless body. She became shocked and flustered. He pinned her arms back and he whispered into her ear, and to this day she can not remember what he said, but with those velvet words she melted.

High rank

She was nervous; this was the first time she would open up shop, alone. Her hands shook as she reached for the shop's keys. The jingling shook through her ears. She unlocked the door, and slid the huge metal gate upward. She ducked under slightly and stepped into her haven. She slid the door shut, not locking it, but closing it enough so no pesky customers would bother her as she set up for today's work.

She walked to the back of the store, as usual. She took her coat off and hung it on the flimsy hook, as always. She knelt down to the safe and placed both drawers in her hands. She stood, and closed the safe. Something unnerving shot through her. And she would learn soon enough that her instincts were right. She placed her nametag along her neck line, the artistic lines formed her name, given to her just 20 years ago today. Gina, The words fell into her mind, She was meant to work today, after all it was her birthday, she was now 20 years, one-fifth of the way done with her life, Nothing bad had ever happened to this girl. No broken bones, no car accidents, no traumatic situations, nothing. She led a regular life, well normal to her. She had a perfect ivory skin tone, which flushed with color when a man looked at her just the right way. Her hair was black, nothing fitted this girl more than her hair, difficult, yet silky with brilliance. She was a regular looking girl, minus the tattoos that seemed to hold much meaning when studied; she was covered in hidden signs, symbols, and magnificent pictures of art and literature. This woman was a jack of all trades, she was smart, beautiful, a writer, painter, tattoo artist, and most of all a newly promoted retail worker.

As Gina made her way back into the store, she quickly flipped the switch to turn on the music, there was nothing better than to have the whole store to herself and to jam out to some modern music while preparing for the, supposedly, busiest day of the year.

She walked to the counter, not looking where she went, as usual; she tripped on a product, which had fallen from above. She growled under her breath thinking that it had been the crew from last night not picking up their crap. She set both cash drawers on the counter and bent down to pick up the product. She felt a warm breeze hit the back of her neck, it sent tingles down her spine, she shivered as she picked up the product and straightened her back. She felt something hit the small of her back. It was cold, like a piece of metal, she knew the layout of the store by heart, which is to be expect from her for working there for so long. Nothing was behind her. Her heart pumped as a breath sounded.

            "Do not make a sound." A male's voice boomed from behind her. "I'm not here to hurt you, but need be, if I have to I will. Now turn towards me." He demanded of her. And like a puppet, she did just that. His face was not masked, plain sight, his dark hair, standing on end  all around made her think of a character from a book. He was relatively perfect. His eyes had a green, and blue glow to them, his face was perfect, no blemishes, nothing, his cleanly shaven face seem so soft to touch, but she dare not touch a man with a gun pointed at her heart. The symbolism pulsed in her mind, how Ironic that this man would take her breath away and stand vivified with such violence, to take her life, her heart.

            His voice sounded again, "All I want from you is co-operation. Can you do that for me," He looked down at her nametag, and the gun followed his eyes actions, "Gina?" She nodded, remembering the protocol for such things like this, the paper she was handed a week before stated, "Don't be a hero." She was never the Hero type, she was quiet and content in her creative life.

            "Do as I say: Empty the registers into my bag." He said as he kicked the black duffle bag to her feet. From there she bent to get it, she noticed his attire, all black, something like you'd see on the movies, a spy, no a robber. He was tall, and his arms were strong, they had nearly been the size of her thin waste, but his muscles weren't over done, or screamed Steroids! They were strong, that is all she could think, if she were the hero-type, she wouldn't be able to live with this mans strength, she could run, but no fast enough. As she rose with the bag, he smiled.

            "You're very beautiful, and very obedient. That is something most men look for." He said with admiration in his tone. She shoved the money into his back, every last penny was his. She held the bag in front of him. He was stiff, and with a grin on his face, be began again. "Gina, I saw you open the safe, would you be so kind to open it once more?" As he said that, he grabbed her arm, his clutch strong, just as she though it would feel like. He pressed up against her and led her to the back of the store. He pushed her slightly in front of the safe. And as she knelt down in front of the safe she flushed with color in her face, he was looking at her; she could feel his unwanted gaze upon her. She opened the safe, and sure enough without any instruction she placed the money inside the bag.

            "There is only one thing you have to do for me now," He said as he looked at her rising from her knees. She turned to him, and stared at his green eyes. "Follow me to the front." He demanded as he started to walk away with the duffle bag.  She followed like a young child would with her father. Her head down, facing the floor, she followed him to the counter from before. He placed the bag on the counter and motioned her to come closer to him. She only took a step forward, her comfort zone was nothing of another girl's, distance was sometimes the best sense of adventure. With one sudden movement of his strong arms he lightly threw her against the triangular pole that stood in the middle of the cashier's section, it acted as a wall to those of whom couldn't stand directly upward while ringing sales. Her head hit the pointed part of the triangular pole, she could feel warmth fall from her head. She masked her pain, and as she he did his eyes locked hers. For one brief moment hope hit her heart, then masked by a white cloth. She didn't breathe; she knew what was placed beneath her nose. Chloroform, she could smell the harsh chemicals. She couldn't out do this man, breathing was such a contingency that had to be done, even if it meant the death of her, but if the last moment was full of breath she would happily take it. So she breathed, and as she began to become light headed, his words spilled from his mouth.

            "I'll be back for you."

Her eye rolled back and suddenly Gina saw nothing but black. She collapsed in his arms; her tiny body in front of his was life an ant in the city streets. He laid her softly on the ground; her petite figure was easy to control, she had to have only weighed 100 pounds at the most. He placed her thin arm reaching outward, so when someone entered the store looking for her, they would see only her arm. And as her final position mirrored his artistic side, he placed a note, prewritten, saying what he had said to her, "I'll be back for you."  He took one last look at her porcelain tone, then stepped over her, and disappeared, just as he had appeared.

 A half hour later…

It was her day off, a much deserved one at that, when she received a call saying that her store was not yet opened. With that tone of the security officer's voice she struggled to maintain her decency as she sped down to her store. Mandy was going to be disappointed in Gina; it was after all the busiest day of the year! How could she have not opened the store in time, and to add more to her plate she would now have to pay a fine for not opening her store in the mall on time? She was fuming by the time she got there, two security guards where outside her store as she approached the store. Worry struck her heart, the door was unlocked, but pulled closed, Gina had been there, and maybe she was still. As she reached the door she flung open the huge metal door. With one glance she saw Gina's white arm on the floor, "oh my god," She said as she pointed to the arm on the floor. The security guards flew past Mandy and with lightning speed they had called the paramedics and an ambulance. Mandy's disappointment faded in Gina as she stood staring at her motionless body. One security guard checked her pulse and brushed her shiny black hair from her face.

            "There's a light pulse, is the ambulance on it's way?" directing his attention to the other security guard.

            "Yes, it should be here in two minutes." The other security guard said as the other turned Gina on her back. The security guard began to talk to Gina, hoping she would awake to the sound of the voices around her. But the only signal of her life was the steady breathing from her lungs. He lifted her head, and as he did, blood began to fill in the palm of his hands. The paramedics immediately showed up, stretcher wheeling behind them. The rushed to Gina and picked her up with no difficulty. The security looked down to where she was lying and found the note; a chill went through his body as he read the words. His day was not to get any easier, with cops buzzing all around the store, the mall, looking at his security cameras, and taking statements from each of the witness that had found Gina. Not to mention the unnerving feeling that this was not over for Gina. Not by a long shot.

She clawed at the surface; she knew the end was soon. She was going to freeze; her hair was becoming icier with every snowflake that fell from the black sky. She tried to think why she was running in the first place. Adrenaline pumped through her veins as she thought back at what was coming this way. It was her luck to trip and fall, but to break the ice was a sign that this was the end of her human life. She struggled as the icy water pulsed and pulled her downward. She kicked her numb and frost bitten legs to try to free her from the deadly current sucking her down. She heard the branches from the frozen trees snap behind her, She darted her eyes toward the edge of the white forest Silence fell upon the trees, she knew that these beasts smelled her blood pulsing, they could smell her wet body. Her skin tightened across the surface, sending goose bumps across her back. She could hear a large howl from the trees, they could smell her better, and they didn't care if she was a frozen turkey to them, it was still meat, and in the winter this would be the greatest feast in months.

She panicked, she started to claw and more at the icy barrier. Even if she did get out of the cold water she probably could run very far, this was the end, it was perfectly clear now. She faced the forest one more time, silence. The pack had spread along the tree line,  she knew that they would get to her before she froze to death, such a morbid thought of being mauled to death, bitten, scratched, and other wise becoming dinner for a hungry pack of wolves. She faced them, bravery over took her as she turned to look beyond the trees, her heart raced as she met eye to eye with a large black wolf, the eyes had hypnotized her, they were a brilliant icy blue with a large band of green around the pupil. Wait, those eyes, she had seen them before. She looked away for one quick second, and when she looked back the wolf was closer, stalking forward, never losing eye contact with it's human victim. The muscles in it's back stiffened as the other wolves appeared to be stalking forward too. It lowered it's head and let out a fierce yet humble growl. The other wolves looked away from the soaking girl to the other wolf. They slowed their pace toward the woman drowning, giving the initial first hit to blue-eyed wolf. As the wolf crept closer, her heart started to pound, her blood circulated faster, giving her a warm sensation, this was the last moment of her young life, but she didn't want to see the jaws of the animal as her last experience. She turned slowly away from the wolf. She closed her eyes and struggled against the current. She clawed more frantically at the snowy surface of the ice surface. As she did the wolf charged, the sudden movement set the wolf off, it was her mistake, and last one at that. The wolf jumped from the tree line sending a thick cloud of snow from under its gray claws, the wolf slid across the surface sending a cracking noise to her ears. She shivered at the fact the wolf was either going to rip her apart or be in the water with her soon.

The wolf once again stalked forward, cracking the ice once more, this time on purpose, just to get her blood flowing more; there was nothing better than having a warm meal in the middle of winter. As the wolf stepped closer and closer her heart slowed, strange that a human heart would not fear a beast like this. The wolf was only a couple yards away when it leapt into the air and charged. The ice began to crack all around the five-hundred pound beast, but it didn't slow the wolf's stead, once in reach of the girl the wolf only got one good scratch in before it was thrown from the girl. It's claws ripped off the back of her shirt as it  drug it's claws along her back, spraying blood on the ice, snow, and into the cold water. She screamed in pain as she felt every detail of the wolf's claws dig nearly an inch into her skin. The blood was not dripping from this wound, it was flowing out of the wound, her back was soon completely black. She rested her head on the ice, her eyes spilling with tears. She looked to the side and found a man dressed in black standing to the right of her, it must have been him that flung the wolf away from her. She could not see this mans face, but she could see his black slightly curled hair fly away from his shoulders as the wind gusted from beneath him. He had a feline movement to him, something that was to be expected from a man that just flung a huge wolf across a wide area. She began to become light headed, her body quivered beneath her as her whole lower body became numb. The man stepped toward the now crouched wolf. A growl sent out from the throat of the wolf, it alarmed the others in the dense icy forest. Loud growling from all the wolves sounded in the woman's ears. A shiver of cold shot through her spine, her now bare back didn't help the fact that she was getting hypothermia. But with faith she held onto the ice, for one last chance. At that moment all of the wolves jumped from the under-brush, flinging up powdery clouds around their paws. There was Six, now Seven, no Eight including the black wolf that had their sights on this man. With one sly move he whipped down two circular blades from his sleeves. These blades could be more than six inches long, but they certainly held a strange decoration to this man. The wolves charged at once. But within the few seconds Four went down with amazing speed this man had sliced them, not killing but wounding them. Yelps sounded from rugged exteriors. The next three were not much of a fight either. In a quick dash, one, two, three, they were yelping in pain, and bowing before this mystery man.. It was then, before the last slice that the woman let go. Her body became weak and black settled her unnerving eyes. The man's glance whipped to her. Her body was numb, her hair crusted with ice, and her back glowing bright red. He rushed to her, pulled her out. As he did the black wolf stood  with rage in his eyes, it's body stiffened and it's fur stood on end, as it did it sent a cloud of dusted snow through the air around it. The black wolf charged at the man turned, trying to save a humanly girl. The wolf tackled the man, with one arm the dark man pulled the woman from the water and laid her on the snowy surface. Unconscious she laid still, unaware of the battle of man vs. beast. The man rolled over, gaining control, and with one slick move he threw one blade into the beasts throat, slicing it, causing blood to spill over on to the snow. And with the other blade he punched it into the  icy surface, cracking just enough. He then stood up from the  beast and  walked a few feet away, then stomped his foot into the white ground, sending the beast into the  watery depths. Perfectly calculated, so he would not fall into the water, so the woman and himself would be safe.

He walked over to the woman, still laying quietly. He had never been so public with a battle like this, but danger of an innocent soul would cause a man to reveal his secrets. He brushed her frozen, fragile, black hair from her pale face. This was not the end for her, it was her one last chance.