Prologue

The wind blew harshly around the buildings. Shaking and rattling anything in site. The date? It wasn't important, nothing felt important anymore. The only thing that mattered was that nagging feeling that kept making her heart clench unbearably. It was a feeling of regret, regret of something forgotten. Forgotten what though was the true question. A question which, to her, could never be answered.

She held her knees tighter to her chest, hoping to the ease the pain for a loss of which she didn't understand. Everything felt wrong, she felt like she didn't belong. But how could she not belong? She was safe at home, in her room, waiting for another boring day to take over the current one.

The windows rattled and vibrated in protest against the wind while lighting lit the room, shadowing everything ominously. The room was crowded oh so very crowded. A small bed set off to the wall far from the window with a night stand next to it. Soda bottles and homework assignments lay discarded and forgotten across the room. Romance novels filled the first two selves of a book case that nearly reached the ceiling while the others were crowded with valuables that could never be replaced and note books. An old 1960's television sat on a wooden stand in the corner that was hardly used, dusty origami figures covered it's top, colorful and beautiful but useless in every way. There was a wooden dresser straight across from the bed with a clock, papers, and even more books scattered across it's top. There was a computer desk off to the side of that which had various papers and books on it, and the window was behind that.

The papers that sat atop of the computer desk all asked one question. What have I lost? Those four words were repeated over and over until a ream of paper was filled with that simple question. But no matter how many times she wrote it -or carved it into her hand- she just couldn't seem to remember. The feeling that was left over make her feel empty and broken on the inside. A feeling that was nearly killing her. So tried to think about the simple things, like her name, her age, anything that would easy her aching heart. Though in never worked.

Her blue eyes searched for anything that could make her remember only to come up empty handed and dry when she refused to blink in fear of missing something.

The room lit up again this time followed by thunder that shook the old house. But it wasn't the thunder that woke the family from their sleep. It was a scream from a broken heart, one filled with pain, sorrow, and regret. One that would never be understood...

One Year Later

Kimberly sat comfortably on the living room couch eating her pudding happily. Every once in awhile she'd take a break to mutter to it about how it tasted so dang good or to purr at it. She was just lucky that it wasn't alive or else it might have ran away from her. She would have ran away from her if she was pudding. Eating the last bite of her prized chocolate treat she let out loud cry.

"Mom! My pudding's all gone!" She wailed crying in her hands while attempting lick to the spoon that was by her nose.

The sixteen year old girl jumped up to her feet and walked towards the kitchen her brown hair flowing behind her like a wave. She really hadn't expected her mother to answer seeing as the woman was probably tending to the garden behind her home with a few of the maids.

The Mejia home was lavishly decorated and the kitchen was no exception. The room was hardly used for meals, they had a dinning hall for that.

"I see you little chocolate buddy," Kimberly said in a creepy voice as she reached into the metallic fridge and grabbed the pudding cup.

She pulled the paper off the top as her brown eyes basically raped the dessert. Licking her lips she happily left the room and began feasting on the precious food.

Her heart had been hurting for almost two years though. A dull, nerve racking feeling that sometimes woke her up at night. She'd have dreams of a man that she couldn't see but she felt strangely attached to.

It was hunting season for her and the people. Soon they'd all have a blast helping keep the population down. She couldn't wait to sink her fingers into a neck and feel the blood seep from between them. Oh how fun it was for being an immortal princess and killing the stupid, filthy mortals that lived on the ground.

Somewhere in South Dakota

The bell rang again as the students collected their belongings and fled to their lockers with one thing on their mind, getting on the bus and getting the heck outta dodge. A short brunette held her books tightly to her chest as she left her science class; a glared plastered on her face for anyone who had the thought to speak to her. She didn't like people, in fact she was scared of them so she tended to lock herself in her room, isolated from human interaction. It was something you learned to do though after being rejected by so many.

Just a few years ago she'd left the only place she'd felt cared for, a place that made any feeling of pain disappear without a second thought. But now she was back at the place were it all started and the feeling of loss had scarred her forever.

She pulled her locker door open with an irritated sigh as her classmates gravitated towards their lockers.

"Sorry," she muttered, moving to the side slightly as Bre reached her locker.

She waved her dark hand at her and got down on her knees as she started putting her combination in, "It's fine."

Chyenne's face flushed slightly, oh how she hated having to talk to people. They always made a feeling of pain rush through her. She pushed her unneeded science book onto the top shelf of her locker and grabbed her back pack. Then, slamming the locker door shut she quickly walked down the hallway. She never exactly picked up her feet, they more or less seemed to just slide across the tiled floor. It was her freshmen year but she didn't seem to care about any of it the same way her classmates did. She was the weirdo, the one that watched the anime and purposely sung Japanese songs just to annoy her music teacher.

Pushing the heavy door open roughly she let out a sigh of relief as the cool fall air fanned her face. She clenched onto her books tighter as she forced a smile that she gave to the elderly bus driver.

"Hi Gary."

"Hi sweetheart," Gary smiled back as he checked her name off of the bus roster.

Quickly she made her way to the third seat towards the front that she had deemed as her's. It was a seat in which most people left her alone.

So Chyenne placed her backpack and binder down before sliding into the seat and cuddling up in the corner. Her heart still ached for the unknown. She felt like she was missing something. She just wanted to be loved more than anything else. Something told her that she had been at one point. But she just shook her head now and turned her net-book on and started playing her playlist. She closed her blue eyes and allowed her bangs to shade her eyes as she listened to the music that was blaring through the headset.

I wrote this... Mostly because I'm depressed and this idea was just begging to typed out. And because I was sad because my stupid phone has decided to take a little brake in the garbage can. -_-' Stupid evil phone breaking on me during conversations and making me wait to tell people why... Anyways, I hope anyone who has read this likes it thus far. If you want me to update sooner than what I have planned, there's a nice little button that says review, and it really like's to be clicked. Actually I think they should make that button giggle when you press it. I know that'd I press it a lot more if it giggled... To the point, I really pineapple pizza right now... Okay so that wasn't the point. Please, please review and I will start getting things flowing *cough* Bringintheothermaincharacters *cough* Review? Please? Just once? No? Fine, no giggles for you