Dawn began to break as the sliver of an orange sun rose just over a secluded forest. The trees remained idle and all was silent, apart from the infrequent breeze that tore between the timber. The lake stood still, causing a reflection of the sun that almost beckoned for its rise. He had often pondered about the inhabitants of the lake, though his thoughts were always brief. Nothing lived in this part of the woodland-no birds, or deer. Just him. The lonely beast. With one final crack of his spine as the vertebrae re-aligned themselves, a groan erupted from the man’s throat. The transition seemed to be taking much longer than usual, these days. His rough fingers massaged the back of his neck and a sigh passed between his lips. He had hoped that it wouldn’t last. There had been so much that the enchantress had left out. Side effects like the hunger and the rage. He had been like this for so long that it had almost seemed...normal. Just the thought of it made him want to punch yet another hole into the wall. Although his disposition began to change as he cast his hazel eyes from the large window to the woman on the bed. Her body lay almost lifelessly, though her face seemed to be at ease, almost tranquil. She was young, there was no doubt about that. Her skin was fair. He would have even gone as far as to say that she was...beautiful. But so were the others. He raised a hand and allowed it to hover over her for a moment before reaching out to allow his knuckle to brush the side of her soft cheek. However, before he could make the contact, the girl began to stir. Suddenly alarmed, his eyes widened and he slithered back into the shadows, just at the foot of the bed. Her movements subsided and the man let his eyes watch her for a moment. Could she be the one? It was a question that he had asked himself so many times before. Often, the answer was an apparent no. But there had been two or three occasions where the possibility had been completely plausible. Women who seemed to have fallen completely head-over-heels for him, only to be ripped to shreds in the middle of the night by the their so-called true love. He had learned never to get his hopes up. To expect nothing even if there was the slightest glimmer of hope. Back pressed against the wall, the man’s glazed eyes remained on the woman. He folded his arms over his chest and wondered how long it would take this one to wake. He couldn’t say that her timing had not been impeccable, for he had began to grow bored in such a large and reclusive manor. He could have been quite impatient at times and with it having been so long since there was another “guest” residing with him, he was eager to get to work. She would be the one now occupying the idle time on his hands. With that last thought, he pushed himself away from the wall and retreated from the large room. He made sure to close the door especially hard before turning and making his way to the study, in an effort to wake the woman.