Prologue
I admired her while she slept. Her ivory face glowed so intriguingly against the moonlight that gently reflected through the glass of her window. Her cheekbones, flushed pink from the blood running just beneath the surface of her delicate skin, shaped her face exquisitely. Soft purple shadows were cast below her dreaming eyes. I wished to lift her eyelids and reveal the green, jewel-like irises underneath. Another small shadow ran down the smooth slope of her nose and lead to ruby lips that looked as though they were painted on. Her She was a little porcelain doll.
My eyes swept across the cascade of her long red brown hair. Like water, the waves of it curled around her face, then rippled over her shoulder and continued farther down her spine. My eyes continued along the alluring shapes of her body. My eyes stopped where there was some exposed skin at her hip. Skin stretched over her perfect skeleton like a work of art.
Blood rushed through my body faster as I yearned to touch her. To feel her. I wanted to have her. To keep her. My own porcelain doll. My hand flitted to the window sill. If only it weren't locked.
The sun would be coming up soon, it was time to leave for now. It was always hard to rip my hungry gaze away from such a masterpiece. Until next time.
I would have her one day. No matter what. Even if she were to refuse me. I sighed and smiled as I fantasized of how beautiful she would look, even as the life was leaving her body...