AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Hello everyone, thank you for reading my story. This is my first one and I'm sorry for any future mistakes. Feel free to review and critic. :)

I'm apologize for it would take me the slow updating of the new chapters in advance.

I do not own Loki or any other characters in the Marvel but Nyxelia and any other original characters in the story are mine.

PROLOGUE

Infection….help…healing room…not going to make it…dying…

Fractures of voices pierced through the silent darkness of her unconscious mind. It was so cold, so very cold. She was shivering so badly. Everything ached, especially her back. Every breath, every movement sent shot of pain through her body. She couldn't open her eyes. She was so tired. She didn't know how long she has been lying there but she was alone now. Everything was quiet. It must be in the middle of the night. Suddenly, she heard a soft noise nearby, the sound of someone walking quietly around her bed. There was a weight on the edge of her bed. Someone was stroking her sweaty feverish cheeks, patting her wet stringy hair. The hand was ice cold which felt good to her.

'So young,' he said. It was a man's voice, deep and smooth liked the ocean. 'So fragile… Beauty wasted away before you ever have the time to explore the meaning of life,' he sighed. 'I have been watching you for a while now and I long for your company. We would travel the world together, go to places and discover things.'

She groaned. Who was this man talking to her? She wanted to see his face, talk to him, and tell him that she wanted to get to know him. He seemed like a good kind man. He sounded so lonely. She forced open her eyes, blinking slowly to adjust her sight. It was definitely the middle of the night. It seemed she was in the healing room. There was a lone candle on the small table beside the bed. At the edge of the bed sat a tall lean man. He has shoulder-length brown hair and forest green eyes that glowed in the candle light. His skin was so pale it looked white. He looked to be around the middle of his twenties. The mysterious man looked at her. His gaze filled her with love and warmth she has never felt before from the orphanage.

'Hello,' she croaked out. Her throat was as dry as sand paper. It hurt just to talk.

'Hello there,' he smiled gently at her. 'I am Lucas Carrington. Pleasure to finally talk to you even though I wish it would be on a better circumstance. '

'Nyxelia Black,' she replied.

'I know,' Lucas replied. 'I have been watching over you for months. I was going to take you away from that horrible place but I was too late. I must apologize for that.' He looked apologetic.

'It's alright. There is nothing you could do,' she smiled weakly at him. One minute she was talking to him, the next a coughing fit was wrecking her body. It made her throat ached even more and the jerking motion made her back felt on fire with all the pain from the wounds. She tried to lay still. Her hands wrapped around her throat, silent tears falling down her cheeks.

'I could take it all away,' Lucas said after she was done coughing. His voice was a little over a whisper. 'The pain, the sickness, the death. I can take you away from here; give you a new life- a life of eternal youth and beauty. We can go to places, explore the world together. Will you go with me?'

Nyxelia nodded her head weakly. The motion sent her head spinning. She felt light-headed and nausea.

'You would have to forsake the life you know, turn your face away from the light of the sun and embraced your new life as the child of the night. Will you accept my gift and come with me?' Lucas asked urgently. He was looking at her closely, waiting for an answer. She thought of her life- the lonely, miserable and abusive life here in the orphanage and she knew she didn't want to be here anymore. She wanted to run away from this place. She wanted to start a new life and Lucas seemed to be kind and genuine. She could picture herself travel the world with him, be his friend and settle somewhere else. A new life with him seemed pretty good but what did he mean by turning my face away from the sun and embrace my new life as the child of darkness? The notion made her a bit wary and she wanted to ask him so many questions but she was exhausted and wanted to go back to sleep. The coughing had drained what ever energy she had left to stay awake. She could felt the sweet silent slumber calling to her in the dark, begging her to come back to the cold embrace of unconsciousness. She didn't want to go to sleep yet. Nyxelia tried as hard as she could to stay away. She mumbled a silent 'yes' to Lucas before she lost it all. She could feel him kissed her on the forehead and whispered in her ears, 'Be strong.' There was a sharp pain on the side of her neck then she knew no more.