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it gets better. :D

And he flared his sharp pointed teeth. He approached her and as he was about to attach he was hit on the back of the head and knocked unconscious.
Winifred raced by her side and grabbed Mary away.
“Wait, Wait Winifred. He’s hurt. Badly hurt.”
“I don’t care,” Winfred was also Irish and she was very think accented with it ,too
“this beast trying to hurt you. And maybe worse, kill you. My word!”
“But Winifred. He was scared. He only was trying to protect himself.” Mary was pleading. The incredulous look on Winfred face was blaring. Mary couldn’t even believe she was trying to help this man. After all, he had attached her, but, she felt sorry for him.
“Mary. If you were a man I would understand. But he tried attaching a an innocents woman!”
“Winifred, I don’t think he is human.”
“Well of course not! He’s a raven elf. But what bugs me the most is, why is he out away from his home. And so far. Raven elves usually never come near here. Well you’re right. He is badly hurt. He must have been trying to get food when he was ambushed. Judging but the way he his cuts are. I’d say he was shot by an arrow. And his arm was cut by a sword. The freshest one is the one on his hip. That must have been hit with a anther sword. Then he found refuge here. Seeing as this was the only safest place he could most likely think of, or it was the closest thing to shelter.” Winfred explained.
“but, he was scared. We have to help him.”
“Mary. Raven elves are dangerous. I don’t even think you know how to take care of one. He needs to be with his own kind.” It wad funny. Winifred was talking to Mary like a mother telling her child that the animal that it caught would be happier with its own kind.
Mary looked down at her, her eyes filled with motherly compassion for him. Even if he had attached her. He was only trying to defend himself. After all he wasn’t a human man, and it was most likely an instinct that its born with.
“Winifred, he has no where else to go. And I don’t know where his kind lives.”
Winifred made a scowl at Mary. Then she sighed and gave in.

just hold on. you'll find out why he did. :D

Swung open, there stood a frightened Winifred. Her hair all flared and her eyes were still sleepy. As she searched the room and gasped when she saw Mary. Her right cheek from the jaw was dripping with blood.
“MARY!” She cried as she ran over to her.
She took out her handkerchief and then gently tabbed it. Mary let out a few small whines as she was being trended to.
“Mary, what happed to you. Why did you scream? Who did this to you?” Winifred demanded.
It took Mary a few try’s her eyes were searching her room to try and find what ever had made two small scratches in her face. Nothing was around to see, and the window was shut. So what ever scratched her was still in the room.
“I-I don’t know. I didn’t see it good enough.” she let out a small cry. As the blood was being wiped away. Winifred gasped, not at the scratches, but what had made the scratches. Then her eyes narrowed. Mary looked but thought nothing of it. She just thought Winifred was angry by the cuts.
“oh. There not that bad., honey. I don’t even think that was your blood. The scratches are very small.
“I’ll be right back ok. I’m going to get some bandages.”
Before Mary could let out a yelp, Winifred had vanished form the room. Then Mary was left alone in the room with what ever had attached her. The room was very silent. Then there was a small growl from the closet. Then as Mary had looked. Her closet door was opening with a skuzzy creak.
She could feel her heart throbbing, as it opened her eyes widen and then she began to sweat. What ever had scratched her, was coming back to finish the job.
As the closet finally opened up full. A tall, man stood in the door way. His hair was long and ashy, his body, ashen and muscular. Mary was overwhelmed by the man she was starting to cry. As the tall man looked around the room that was now bright. His eyes darted over to Mary.
She gasped. This man had large, black eyes, and her was bleeding badly. His hip, arm, and his left leg were cut deeply. Blood was dripping onto the floor.
This man was looking down at her, he crouched down towards Mary. As his face became a scary a lions. He made a hissing noise and he

but you mgiht be suprised at what he dose. 00

Winifred, a plump woman that was Mary’s only friend. Slept in the next room. She was old, but very wise and also funny. She always seemed to be wearing the same old, Dutch dress with her hair in a tight bun, and plump rosy-red cheeks.
Mary walked over to her balcony where she held in the tears for the longest she could. Some were even rolling down her cheeks. At that time. The back hairs on Mary’s neck stood on end. This low growling could be heard form dark corner of the room. That’s when he noticed. The strong intestacy in the room, the air was think, and cold. She new there was someone or something in the room with her.
that’s also when she noticed something wet on the floor. She reached for a flower-candled and then looked.
A gasped form Mary came forth, it was blood! And the blood tried all the way other to that corner where that growling was coming from.
Mary backed up agents to other wall as far away form that corner. She couldn’t run to the door because the corner was near the door. She was afraid of what ever was lurking over there. Would pop up and catch her.
Mary made her was to a lantern. Her eyes never left that dark corner as she made her way over to a dresser.
Her hands searched to top of it looking for the cold bronze.
Then something cold was in her grasp. It was the lantern. Mary then lit it.
As the light filled the room. It didn’t light up to dark corner but she could see a ashen leg sticking out from behind the bed. Then it slowly pulled away from Mary’s sight.
She stood there speeches, unable to move ,she was so petrified with fear. She couldn’t even scream. Mary finally regained control and then say that it was grunting as it let out a week growl. It was hurt, and Mary wasn’t just going to let it die in her room. She didn’t want to have to touch it if it did. What ever it was, it had a human leg. It was a leg of a man, and from what she saw it was muscular.
She made her way forwarded. Then as she looked over the rim of the brace rail. All of a sudden a large hand came fore and slashed Mary on the face. She flung back with a bloodcurdling shrike. At that time the this that scratched her delicate skin and dashed to anther dark part of Mary’s room. It was almost like a dark blur had passed her. She had only seen it run to her closet the sound of one door shut. While anther was violently

Hiya!!! sorry Oba-chan!! I need to go!! *Glomps*

i know = SHE IS MEAN!
and there is more. serge comes in soon!

Chapter 0ne.
Black Eyes.

Porcelain skinned Mary gently walked back to her room on the far west wing of the maiden castle.
The moon light shown though the shear drapes from the large gothic windows. Her skin glowed beautifully in the moons rays and her long, white, sateen dress dragged the ground below.
As she walked back to her room there was a strange feeling in her gut. Something was about to happen and she just didn’t know what.
Before she could reach the stirs a girl named Tara stopped her on the way up. Tara wasn’t a very nice girl. She was tall, tan and very blond headed.
“where are you going, Mary?” She asked in a snarl. Mary shuddered. She knew never to mess with Tara.
Tara was a Shielded-maiden. The ones that protect their village they live in. She’s very powerful, and could knock Mary right though the next wall.
“I- um-I’m going to bed now.” She answered in a creamy voice. Mary’s green eyes faced the intensity of Tara’s blue ones.
She felt her self turning scarlet red. Tara smiled smugly as she approached Mary. Who was trying to heed for the stairs.
“Why weren’t you at the festival. You know you might actually meet someone if you wanted. Although he would have to be very pail. Every man I met today had something to say about your skin. I might want to say this now, there was nothing good about what they said.” Tara scowled at her in a smile. Mary felt her heart drop with pain. She loved her skin but she didn’t like other people criticizing it. Who would?
“Well. That’s their problem.” Her soft spoken voice finally managed to speak. Tara scowled, and Mary was gawking. Then without anther word Tara had left. Heeding the other was to her room.
Mary too left to her room where she had managed to find a place to cry without Winifred hearing.

thank-yee! :) i sort of have the story wirten. you;re going to be the first to read the first page! :D

what? what they like the smell of. yah its pretty cute! :D