The clock chimed, striking 12. The noise carried away into the night air by a faint breeze. The girl stood in the shadow of the gothic building. She breathed in, releasing a sigh of pleasure. The air was sweet and made her feel alive. Her breath coming out in white mists, swirling and enchanting her. She stepped away from the clock tower, the full moon illuminating her high cheek bones and soft features. She walked the streets. The only sound, that of her soft footsteps.

(A.N: I apologize for the fact that this is really short but I really like this piece of writing. I had to do this for an English class. Hope you guys liked it.)