The day was very warm considering it was the middle of October, I thought to myself. The air was warm but I was still rubbing my arms. The walk from my school to the museum was a short one but today it seemed longer, I guess because it was very warm when it should be cold. I stopped at the traffic light at the corner of the block by the school and turned up the volume on my MP3 player. The little man light turned green signaling I could walk. There weren't many cars in my little town but it was a good thing because there never is any traffic except when an ambulance goes by to the old folks home when one them falls or kicks the bucket. I was already nearing the museum's from door. I stopped at the foot of the stairs and turned off my MP3 and shoved it into my messenger bag. Thats when I saw him for the very first time.

He was standing by the edge of the forest's tree line. He was dressed differently then everyone else around, he wasn't excatly like a Goth, but he wore all black. It made his hands, neck and face stand out. His pale skin was about as pale as my own but his was different it was more translucent. I watched him as I walked up the steps, he seemed to get closer to me. I shook it off and walked into the doors of the museum.

“Hey Helena, how's it going?” my boss Mr. Darcy asked.

“Im fine, and yourself Mr. Darcy? I was hoping I could do my shift early today since I need to ask for Halloween off.”

“Oh of course! I can give you the day off, though you do know Halloween isn't for two more weeks.”

“I know Mr. Darcy. I wont be able to work after this week....” I started to say and trailed off and shrugged.

Mr. Darcy understood immediately and nodded. I looked down as I put my bag into the temporary lockers. I took out my name tag and pinned it to my shirt and walked back to the front of the museum. I was to work the front desk for a bit before standing by the door for when people walked in I would hand them their programs. I hardly glanced at the clock when Mr. Darcy came up and put his hand on my shoulder and said I could go home. I just nodded, lost in my thoughts of the pale man by the tree line. I took off my name tag and put it back in the locker and got out my MP3 from my bag, closed the locker door and put the strap over myself. I walked out from the back and took one last look around the museum. I knew it was still a couple hours before it actually closed so I wanted to give myself a bit of closure. Mr. Darcy didn't say anything as I gently touched some of the curios that weren't in display cases. I looked at him with sad eyes and smiled wanly.

“I'm going to miss my best employee.” he said as he walked me to the door.

“Im gonna miss it here and Im gonna miss my best boss.” I said quietly, walking out the door and turned back to wave one last time at Mr. Darcy. He, the doctors and my family were the only ones who knew that I wasn't going to make it to Thanksgiving. I was only twenty years old, I was accepted into the most prestigious college in the state, and within two years I would have gone to study abroad and then I'd get my dream job as an official translator. But my dreams were crushed in a heart beat. I wouldn't live too see the next year come in. I was in the doctors office for a regular check up when they found something wrong in my blood, the doctors didn't know what I had but they sent me to the state hospital where they found the same thing but they couldn't explain it. All they had told me was it was already in the advance stages and there's no hope for a cure, and that I wouldn't live more then three months. That was last month, it's now the middle of October, if I was lucky I'd last until December first, but they said they didn't want to give me false hope so they said before Thanksgiving.

“Heh, I should have brought a jacket with me.” I said out loud to myself, as I started down the steps. It got cold at night, I should have known but my mind was occupied with other things, such as who that pale man was. I turned up the volume again and minded my surroundings before crossing the block, I shivered and turned around, I saw his pale face peeking from between the tree line. Staring at me, staring into me. His pale dead eyes pierced right through me, I shivered again and walked on.

As I got home my mom asked me how my day was, I said it was OK and went up stairs to my room. I locked the door as I always did now, and took off my clothes and changed into my nightie that was a size too small. I sat down at my desk and wrote about the days events and highlighted seeing the pale man. When I was done I went and sat down on my bed thinking about him. Getting up I turned off the light and went to the little alcove I had my mom buy me three years ago. I curled up and looked out window, I didnt sleep much anymore as I wanted to see as many things as I could before....I shuddered and let my mind drift off back to the pale man. I must have dozed off because I thought I saw him towards the edge of the forest by my house. His face illuminated by moon beams, he looked very sad. I wanted to run outside and comfort him, but since I had no heavy warm night clothes I didn't dare. I sat up and pressed myself against the glass that had been soldered shut. He seemed to be closer this time. I shivered even though it was a nice comfy temperature. I went to my bed and lay down. I looked up at the ceiling and sighed. I pulled the blanket over myself and rolled over and screamed as the pale man was sitting right in my room the desk chair next to the bed. He looked startled and disappeared as my father banged on the door. I called to him that I fell out of the bed and was a bit freaked from it. My father said something and then went back to his room with my mom. I was shivering and lay back down in bed curling up and started to doze off again as the room got chilly for a second. He was back and he stared at me quietly this time I kept my mouth shut.

“Who are you?” he asked me staring into my eyes, he sat up in the chair.

“I'm Helena. I live here. Who are you.?” I asked him back.

“Brett Luke McLinden. This is my house.”

“Why are you here?” I asked him quietly, not wanting my parents to wake up.

“You called me.” he said.

“I called you? How? When?” I asked my voice rising slightly.

“I dont know, anything other than you called me.” he said and I heard birds starting to chirp, looking to the window the sun starting rise. I looked back at him and he started to fade away.

“Please....dont go...” I whispered quietly to myself in my empty room. I never thought I could feel so alone. I got up and got dressed and rushed out the house, vaguely aware of my mom saying something about being home early. I don't remember if I responded or not. I was out of the house in less then ten minutes. I looked around the forests edge near my house with no sign of him, I started to walk to the museum and remembered that I shouldn't be near there. Especially if my death is going to be hard on Mr. Darcy, he was like a second father to me and he was always so kind. I turned left before hitting the block which would take me to the museum and instead took me to the old cemetery. I heard something like a shuffling of feet behind me and I broke into a run. My heart was beating hard and I was panting, my thoughts drifted to something the doctor said about not running as it could increase my chances of dying faster. I found a large gravestone and plopped myself down infront of it and I closed my eyes and blackness washed over me.

“Helena...” I heard someone whisper, their hands holding me up. I groaned and tried to touch the ground but caught nothing but air. I began to thrash and the hands the voice soothed me and I calmed. I thought I heard my father talking to this stranger, allowing who ever it was inside the house. I remember being lain on my bed and hearing the voices down stairs talking about me. My father saying something about how lucky he was there when he was. I recognized his voice, it was Brett! He was the one who saved me....but how? He was dead....wasn't he? It made my head hurt trying to figure out what happened. I tossed and turned but couldn't sleep, my rustling in the bed where the only sounds, I looked over at my clock and it was a little past midnight. I heard something in the hallway, getting up quietly I opened the door to my room and peeked my head out. I didn't see anything and thought it was probably my mom going to her bathroom. I closed and locked my door and went back to lay down in my bed. I yawned and curled up in the bed. I started to cry because I felt so alone, so helpless that I was going to die. I don't want to die, I still had so much to do, more I wanted to find out who that mysterious Brett Luke McLinden really was and if he was really dead...

I woke up around three am, to hear Brett's voice, whispering a soft lullaby to me from the side of the bed.

“Helena, I heard you call me again. I'm here for you.”

“Brett, are you really....” I couldn't finish it and I sat up.

“Yes I am...you're need for me was so strong in the cemetery I was able to materialize enough to carry you back home and hand you to your father as soon as I walked out of the house I disappeared. Then you called me back when you were crying.” he said as I started to cry. He went to brush my tears but his fingers went right through my cheek leaving a chilly tingling against my skin.

“Brett...I have something to tell you...” I started to say but the sun started to rise again and he disappeared again and I cried myself to sleep. I woke up again around noon time. I got ready and went down to the kitchen, mom and dad were already at work and my brother and sister were at school so I had the house to myself. I didnt want to stay home because I knew what I had to do. I went down the the library and looked up a Brett Luke McLinden. It was true, that he was dead. He died almost 70 years ago. I looked at the gravestone that I remember passing out on and it was his! I thanked the lady at the front desk and went straight to the cemetery. I went to his gravestone. I pressed my hand against it. It was cold. The words etched into the stone was a harsh wake up call. My hero, my savior was really dead. I sat in front of his grave and cried. I cried like I never cried before, I lay down on the ground and curled up wishing I was dead at that moment too. I don't remember how long I was there crying but I know Brett came back to me. This time he was able to touch me again like when he carried me home. He wrapped his arms around me, he kissed me gently on my mouth, licking softly at my lower lip. I opened my mouth for him, his tongue instantly assaulted my tongue. I whimpered softly as he rolled me over on to my back, his hands pinning my wrists above my head. He climbed up on top of me, I could feel his ghostly body pressing against my own as if he were flesh and blood. I mewled and looked up at him.

“Helena....I love you.” He said as he licked at my neck and he moved lower to my clavicle and bit me softly knowing exactly where my weak spot was. I whimpered in pleasure and he looked at me. I watched him as his hand snaked from my side down to my thigh and to the spot between my legs. I blushes and he smiled at me and assured me he was a virgin as well. He undid my pants and slid his icy cold hand between my flesh and my panties, despite the fact that he was cold I started to get hot and wet. He smiled and started to rub my wet shaved cunt, I lifted my hips to his hand and mewled. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and pulled him to me. There were no need for words, it was as if we've known each other our whole lives and were about to take our love to the next level. He stood up and undid his own pants and let his hard cock out, I sat up instantly and had my warm hot mouth around his cock. He let his head roll backwards and he placed his hands on my head. I licked the under side of his cock, licking around the ridge of his cock. He let out a small groan as I use my hands to fondle his balls, gently rubbing and massaging each testicle by itself before rubbing them together. He moaned and gently pushed me down and pulled off my pants and panties. I opened my legs wide, my wet cunt beckoning him to me. He lay down on top of me, torturing me he rubbed the head of his cock against my slit making me whimper in pleasure wanting him to slam it in me. He took my whimper and gently and slowly entered me. I let out a small gasp of pain, his cold hard cock felt so good inside my hot wet cunt. I wrapped my legs around him as began to thrust into me. I thrust my hips up to his meeting the rhythm of his thrusts. I put my hands on his shoulders and dug my nails into him. He leaned down and bit me on the clavicle and thrust into me harder. I cried out in pleasure saying I was going to orgasm. He told me to cum and a few more hard pounding thrusts and he came inside of me as I came. Together we became one. He helped me get my clothes back on and he lay down next to me.

“You have to get up now. You need to go back.”

“I can't Brett. I'm frozen to the ground. I can't move.”

“Helena..you have to try.” he said but it was too late, her heart stopped pumping the blood. He curled up next to her and cried as he held her in his arms.

That night it began to snow, and their bodies froze together.

They didn't find her until the following spring, her body curled around an unknown force that looked like someone was with her when she died.