PROLOUGE:

I'm running. There's something behind me, sometimes I thought that my life would be a simple, easy life.

Well, heck, we all wish that!

I looked behind me and saw the shadows moving closer. I again hated myself for my ability to track any type of death, even the undead ones.

A hand grabbed my hair and pulled me into a stony embrace. He whispered in my ear quietly, "I'm sorry, Sakura." His face curved around mine, his lips close to my ear. His breathe went down my neck, making me shiver. He slowly grasped my chin, lifting it up. I scrunched my eyes shut.

Oh god, why me?

I waited for his lips to touch my neck, for those fangs to protrude from his mouth.

I waited for death.