Marked

when a human is born, it is said that two names appear on the skin of the child. They say that these names are unique to every person, and that no two are the same. One is the name of the person that you are meant to be with, the other is the one that will end your life. So, when one, Miss Nimue Leastrange was born everyone thought it was strange that she only had one name. throughout her life she would look at the name in wonder, even would trace it with her finger when she would go deep into thought. which is exactly what she was doing as she sat in front of the large window in the living room of her flat, watching the rain fall. Her mind wondered though from thought to thought, like the earliest memories of her looking at the name that marked her inner left thigh to the time she was able to speak the name on her skin.

she looked down to the name on her arm, and sighed, frustrated. you would think after 23 years of life that she would have met this Nasargiel Ravenoaff. she sighed again before getting ready for the day. which in truth it didn't take long, and within the hour she stood in front of the floor length mirror looking at herself. her long black hair hung down to her waist in curls, her skin Porcelain white. the only feature she liked about herself was her eyes, the right was a deep blue like the depth of the sea. the left was a bright green like that of plants in the spring. she wore a oversized long-sleeved grey sweater, she had on a pair of black jeans skinny jeans with black and silver ankle booties on. she wore no makeup, seeing as there was no need due to the rainy weather. sighing again in frustration she downed her raincoat and headed out into the rainy weather. luckily, she quickly hailed a cab, and was able to make it to work without getting to drenched. if only she knew that getting drenched where the least of her worries.

as the day went on, everything seemed normal, well at least as normal as day can go in the big city. the first strange incident occurred when she signed the forms for the delivery man, the way he looked at her with big dark eyes sent a shiver down her spine. The second was when she went to get her bosses coffee and she saw what looked like a old woman across the road, watching her every movement. She wore a Sunday dress, but had a large bulky jacket over it, she was too far away for Nimue to tell anything else, and in truth the womans constant staring began to give Nimue the willies. The third was during the Business meeting Nimue sat through while taking notes for her Bosses, misters Turkmens and Holdings. The meeting room had one wall made out of windows, and after several minutes of trying to write in the shadows Nimue turned to open the blinds only to find that they were opened already. The shadows were made by locus, hundreds upon hundreds of the bugs stuck to the window. It all nagged at the back of her mind but as the day went on, she seemed to forget everything odd. Well that is until she got into the cab to go home after work. Once in, Nimue gave the driver her address and set back to look out the window. After a few minutes of a cold shiver ran down her spine, and she glanced at the driver out of the corner of her eye, however when she looked back outside the window, she noticed that she didn’t recognize any of the streets they now drove down. Nimue jumped into to action before she could even stop to think about it. Throwing open the door, she flung herself out of the moving cab. Hitting the ground hard, she got up on her now aching ankles and began to run the opposite direction of the cab. As she rounded the corner, she took in the street that she was running on. The walkways looked old and worn down as did the buildings around her.

Finally, after nearly three miles she came to a stop. She leaned forward trying as hard as she could to catch her breath. Though it wasn’t until she looked up that she saw the most gorgeous man she had ever laid eyes on. He had shaggy blonde hair and dark grey eyes. He wore a deep purple v neck sweater with black jeans. On his feet he wore a pair of dark scruff shoes. Nimue knew at first glance, and her heart lept for joy, after 23 years she had finally found him! The smile on her lips however would not however because as the man stepped forward, he opened his mouth to reveal a set of perfect fangs. And before she could even scream, he moved faster than light itself and sank his teeth into her throat, draining her of her life.