His skin was the color of golden alabaster stone, while his hair and his eyes were the color of midnight ravens. The power had consumed him now, the immortal power that had embraced and seduced him. The night was his savior now, his savior and his curse. He would never see the magnificent sun that hung low in the fresh and clean air where everything lived, breathed, and enjoyed whatever blessings they had. Everything that he had through, felt, witnessed had changed. He didn't believe in the preserving of life any longer, he believed in the destruction of it. Living in the shadows for over a century had caused him to become like this, another version of him self, a person that he didn't recognize as himself.

His humanity was non-existent, until the day that he met the one woman who was almost the exact opposite of himself. She had a light olive complexion with chestnut brown hair and honey brown eyes. She viewed life as a gift that wasn't worth wasting. Her words and expressions had brought warmth to his ever cold and icy heart. He didn't tell her that he was a stalker of midnight. She wouldn't have understood, she would have geared him as all the others did.

Then again being a hostage wouldn't have put her in the position to understand anyway...

Adrian...