The night owls spoke to her, the soft wind bristled through her hair. Was she to be home on a night like this, where the wind kissed every visible bare part of her skin, like angels. Her skin seemed to glow under the light of the full moon like the moons reflection on the water of a stream. The trees whispered her name in the rustled banches. The grass beneath her feet flowing with the wind that washed it around. Her blue eyes scanned across the area, seeking something out of the ordinary to amuse her curiosity. Juliet closed her eyes and felt the air on her face, flustering her cheeks. She opened her mouth and sung a lulliby, soft and slow. The voice of an angel as some had called it, she never knew her voice sounded good to people other than her mother. Who was now far from earth and Juliet. Her mother had been dead for three years, her father had been so depressed about the issue he had commited suicide in the bathtub. She wasnt home at the time, she was out partying. Something her father warned her about and after that she still disobeyed. She had gotten drunk and slept over at her friends, who ended up raping her in her unconsious state. She had been raped by her best friend, and she remembered every possible smell, touch and sound. It made her skittish, she had never told anyone so the fact she wont let anyone touch her and she tensed up was sort of a normal thing that people learned to ignore in school. Juliet could hear her fathers voice when she was born. My sweet Juliet, he would call her. She realized now as she closed her eyes, she missed them both to the point of crying, if she wasnt with her abusive uncle, she would run away. Her aunt being the only family member she had alive, the rest were killed by vampires. Drained of their blood to feed a monster. The grass felt soft and wispy against her skn and she fell fast asleep, the night protecting her like a blanket.