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Part 1-- St. Mary's Academy for girls stood large, and intimidating. It's old Gothic design revealed the age of the ominous dark building. The first thing you could see when you approached the building was the cathedral, stained glass windows and all. Like the rest of buildings on campus it was built with dark grey stones. To the left of the cathedral were the academic and athletic buildings. To the right there were the girls' dormatories. Since tonight was a Sunday night, and they all had classes in the morning, most lights were off except for a few. In one of those rooms was Caroline O'Hara. The fair skinned, red headed girl was the one he was after. Just as he climbed the gates, the bells of the clock chimed twelve times, revealing that midnight had just arrived. So far, everything was going as he planned it. The low hanging fog was adding to the ease of her capture. He had been watching her for months. He had only spoken to her once, and that was yesterday evening at the cafe she worked at. She had such a quiet voice despite her obvious scottish heritage. The one thing she did that had made him want to take her in the first place was dance. He remembered walking down the street, hearing the sad, lonely song and looking through the window of the dance studio he was by, and he saw the most beautiful thing. For the next few weeks he sat across the street, drinking coffee and watching her dance. Sometimes the music changed, but the dance her expressions stayed the same. Soon enough, his little crush turned into an obsession. The young male started following her everywhere. After a few days of this, he knew everything about her, or so he thought. He had fallen in love with the fair skinned, freckled, grey eyes redhead. All of these thoughts ran through his mind as he stood at the base of her dormatory, staring up at the light coming through her window. He didn't budge an inch when the window opened and a bittersweet song filled the air. She leaned out and looked up. He let out a sigh of relief that she was looking at the stars and not the ground like she sometimes did. He couldn't take his eyes away as she whispered something into the night and sank back into her room. She left the window open and turned out the light. He waited a few moments before starting to climb the tree. He heard a door open and looked through her window to see her leaving her room. Perfect timing. It was much harder to get through her window than he had thought. With a grunt he dropped to the floor of her room. It wasn't long before he sank into the shadows, pulled up his hood, and waited.