HADEON'S POV:The cold is coming. The air is misty, like a cool white smoke that lingers in the air instead of floating to the sky. It haze's my vision as I scan the garden keenly. I noticed Angelina seems to enjoy spending time here, she would try to come out here at each and every opportunity she got, I understand why. Even with the bare trees and ground it still holds a kind of magical beauty. Like my Angelina. Her beauty does not seem to diminish even when bruised and beaten, it only seems to grow. Her eyes are what hold the essence of her beauty, her soul. Even though I've spent such little time around her, I know for an absolute fact that If I were to spend a minute more I'd lose all control. I have to keep her away before she grows on me anymore, I'm already delaying hurting her parents because of her. I can't explain it, she's diminished the hatred that's been festering for years and I hate that. I hate her. I hate her but I want her and this is the dilemma

HADEON'S POV:I storm out of the room, I can't be in the same place with her any longer. I had spent a few hours with her fast asleep lying beside me, she looked so ethereal laying there, her dark hair sprawled over the white pillow. Her long eyelashes rested delicately on her cheekbones. Her cheeks held a tint of rosey-pinkness. She looked so peaceful and calm, so serene. She almost made me forget everything when I looked at her. She was refreshing to my eyes an escape I never thought I would crave. But what am I escaping from? I felt suddenly tired, not physically though, just tired. Tired of this world. Tired of my life and it's countless struggles. Everything seemed so bleak in comparison to the view before my eyes, even what used to give me such pleasure seems to melt away to nothingness as I gaze at her beautiful face.As I continued to watch her I notice her features suddenly change, she's smiling but that smile switches to a look of horror almost as qu

ANGELINA'S POV:  As I exited the hole, I was met with little brightly coloured birds fluttering past me. I searched my surroundings keenly, listening quietly for any sign of anything that might be a threat. Yet the only sounds to reach my ears, were the chirps of the birds and the thundering roar of the waterfall. I was about to undress out of my nightgown, which was once a pure white, is stained with dirt and blood. Blood from where I must've cut myself from all the constant stumbling I managed to accomplish in my escape. There was a slight tear around the area where the blood was seeping through, I lifted my dress to inspect and found a small but deep gash had cut into my left hip. Ignoring the slight sting it gave me, I lifted my nightdress over my body and folded it neatly on the ground. I quickly began to shift, the resounding cracks of my bones breaking and reforming were drowned out by the powerful voice of the waterfall. Soon I was sta

HADEON'S POV:Twinkling stars sparkle in the night like scattered diamonds. The moon is full, glowing brightly, more brightly then I have ever seen before. I am sat upon the porch of my small home staring up at them. My mother is inside preparing dinner, which will most likely be another cabbage stew. We've been eating that for weeks now due to our lack of income. My father is still out working, he'll be home soon hopefully. I can hear my little sister singing softly from our bedroom, she sounds like an angel. Everything seems calm and tranquil. A shout echoes through the air as I see my father running quickly from the forest, he looks terrified. "HADEON GET INSIDE NOW!!" He shouts, I scramble quickly to my feet just as he approaches and grabs my arm, dragging me into the cottage. Frightened I follow him quickly. He barges through the door, stumbling as he goes. Only then do I realise he's covered in blood. My mother screams a