It was extremely cold and dark, the mossy undergrowth beneath my feet had a musky scent of wet soil, and the trees smelled of fresh rain.

I was alone, as far as I could tell, until I Heard the voice.

"Shane"

A voice, smooth as velvet, arouse from behind me, seductive in its nature, and almost calming. When I turned around, nobody was there, I started to grow anxious as I became more and more unfamiliar with my surroundings.

As soon as I looked back infront of me he was there, a tall man, angelic like, skin as white as porcelain and eyes a deep shade of butterscotch. His bronze hair flickered in the wind and with the breeze, his amazing scent wafted into my face.

"Shane you have to run"

The angel spoke again, but I said nothing.

"Your neck" He grew closer, hesitantly he brushed his cold hands on my neck and tilted my chin up, revealing my scar.

"You're not like the rest of us, this is all wrong, you need to leave, run Shane go now!"