Prologue

She was reading a letter when it happened. He jumped into her room through the window.

He seemed to be quite experienced, for he quickly and quietly got to her and covered her mouth before she could scream.

She had terrified eyes, which examined the bandit in front of her. He was wearing all black, and a cloth to cover the bottom half of his face to conceal his identity with a sword on his belt. Somehow, his hair was an even darker raven than his clothes, and she was unable to make out the color of his eyes in the light.

"Shhh. I won't harm you- if you're the one for me." The girl made muffled sounds under his hand, when he pulled his sword out of it's sheath, and held it to her neck. "If you bite me, I'll slit your throat."

When the girl tried to move, her body refused to listen to her. She was frozen in shock, eyes wide.

The man in front of her merely chuckled. "Are those supposed to be puppydog eyes?" Her eyes started to glisten with tears.

I am going to die, she thought. The man frowned, evaluating the girl. "No, most definitely not the one for me."

He appeared to be smiling, though one could not be sure, for his mouth was concealed thanks to the cloth over it. "As my tradition, I shall show you the face of your killer." The girl's heart was racing faster than a racehorse. He shook his head, the cloth dropping down and drooping around his neck. If the girl could, her jaw would have dropped.

The man- no, not a man. He was a teenager her age with a face so handsome any girl would be swooning. Yet, he did seem to have a much more mature aura around him than any of the hormonal males her age.

The corner of his mouth curled upwards into a smirk, making it obvious that he knows that she thinks he's attractive. That smirk quickly faded when he said, "I hope you enjoy what you see, for it will be the last." Before the girl could react, he pressed the sharp blade into the girl's soft skin.

She fell limp in his arms.

The shine left her eyes, and he placed the girl in her bed, not even attempting to hide the gash.

As the boy was making his getaway perched on the dead girl's window, he whispers, "I'm sorry." He then pauses, but adds, "But at the same time, I'm not," and disappears in the night.


AN: Hi! I'm a new fanfic writer and really hope that you'll like this story. Not sure how frequently I'll be updating but I'll try my best to keep updating as much as possible. Also, don't expect the chapters to always be this short, I just couldn't think of anything else to put in the prologue, because these shouldn't be too long in my opinion, just give you an idea of what the story might include. Hope you enjoy, Thanks!

~KawaiiChick