She could feel the eyes on her. They were practically burning her skin. She glanced around as she moved to the beat, and there he was. With his bleached hair and ice blue eyes he was hard to miss. Decked out in black and leather, he had a menacing air about him. Oh yeah, definitely a bad boy. Then, she caught his eye. He gave her an intense, smoldering stare that seemed to last for ages. She was the first to blink and he was gone, swallowed up in the crush of bodies. She searched the room from her spot on the dance floor, but when she finally found him he ruined everything. She heard him talk about a guy trying to bite people, and she had to go do her sacred duty. Oh well, so goes the life of the Chosen One. Maybe she would see him again someday.





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