Beginning

The very beginning of a short story I'm writting

Amelia

Looking across the room his beauty stands out like a single wok highlighted on a page, his features are unreal, flawless pale skin draped around a face so pure and perfect it was almost feminine; his full lips are a deathly pale pink and his eyes, yes his eyes are an emerald green that no jewel could even compare, that is whenever you could get a glimpse of them beneath his soft, waved, midnight black hair that softly hung just barely passed his ears. He was no doubt a vampire and not just any vampire, he was lucky number eleven my newest target. I Amelia Rosechester am a sixth generation vampire huntress.