A Smile.

This is a description that I can't be bothered doing :) I am new so... This may be bad. Well it is bad, I'm so tired and I can barely stay awake.

Her light silver hair shon softly as the sun reflected off the lake, onto it. She smiled, running her fingers through her hair and angling her shoulders back and placing her hands in the closely cropped grass behind her. Light danced across her pale eyelids as she closed her eyes, tilting her head back. A wave of her hair tumbled off her shoulder, swinging gently in the breeze. Falling slowly asleep

She sat foward, woken (sp?), blinking as the sun dissapeared compleatly behind the dark green moutains that surround her small town. Smiling, she gathered her books which were scattered around her flattening the short grass. The cool evening air whipped around her shoulders, makng her shiver and the trees around her groan with effort as they braced themselves against it. A man stepped out from a nearby bush, almost without any sound at all. He had short black hair, blown back by the wind and beady brown eyes. He grinned maniacly showing yellowed teeth, drawing a slim knife from a sheath at his side and twisting it in his calloused (sp?) hands. He walked over to the girl and stood behind her, his muscular build casting a long, dark shadow behind him. His rancid breath curled down the back of her slim neck while he gazed down at her, raising the knife to just above his shoulder. The girl turned as he swung downwards, slicing a shallow wound in her shoulder. He heard her gasp, mainly from shock and pain. She opened her mouth to scream. The attacker lunged foward, plunging the knife into her chest. The girl dropped onto the foot path, her shining hair splayed around her dainty face and her soft mouth still open. The man froze, staring down at her limp body. Taking a few steps back he shook, he was only meant to capture the girl. He stared into her glassy gaze a few moments longer before turning and vanishing into the same bush he emerged from, leaving the pale faced girl alone, bleeding, dying. On this path. She took a ragged breath in and let it flow out naturally. Closing her eyes as the full moon shon on her still figure, her forced breathing slowed and her heart stopped beating. The pain was gone but so was a life. She was left there, the blood from her wound slowly seeping onto the hard stone of the path and the rustling of the wind in the trees the only sound. The man came back, draping the girls corpse over one of his muscled shoulders, pulling the knife out. His rough leather shoes scuffing the footpath as he ran with her, not hindered by her weight, back to his master.

He dropped the girl on an iron table, her body making a soft thump as it hit it. He flinched and stepped backwards, letting his master view her. Another man walked out of the shadows, "You called?" He asked, the first man paled further and nodded. "Yes master Silas." He walked out of the room, not taking his eyes off the body, "She'll be awake soon." He added before walking out of the room. Silas nodded to himself, examining the girl, his yellowing fingernails brushing over her arms. His hair was flat against his skull, a little wet from his earlier escape from the rain, he has a sharp face. Handsome, mysterious and dark. The lines under his dark eyes were exaggerated by the shadows made by the soft light that hung above his head, he smiled a little, "Well..." He muttered, pale light flickering across his grinning face. "It's time." He walked over to a bench in the far corner of the room, removing a scalple (sp?) from the dimly lit case. He smiled, "This'd be a lot easier of you were alive." And everything went black. Leaving the girl with only the memory of a sick smile.