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Prologue: The Sight
James stood in the center of a massacre.
A bloodbath.
The blood drained corpses were everywhere.
What had he done?
He stared down at his blood stained hands. Then to the faces of the lifeless people around him.
He knew he was responsible for this carnage, but he didn t know why.
All he could remember was the burning. How all he wanted was to sooth the smoldering flames that licked his throat.
All he could remembered seeing was red, and then tasting the wonderful flavor of the unknown liquid that cured his blazing throat.
All he could remember was wanting more.
He fell to his knees, and let out a sob. He touched his cheek to discover that no tears emerged from his eyes. His chest felt hollow, like he was nothing but an empty shell. And he had this urge to lap up all of the blood that covered his hands.
What kind of monster had he become?
The sound of a siren made him turn. How was he able to hear something so far away?
He was not normal anymore.
The loud distress signal was growing closer, and he knew that he couldn't stay here.
He knew that if he was caught, he would be put to death.
Standing, he took one last look at the departed.
Forgive me.
And at an inhuman speed, James ran away from the scene. He vowed never to come back to this location. He would leave the city, even the country if he had to. He wanted to get away from this place. He wanted to get far away from the memory, the sight of the dead around him.
That sight, which marked the end of his human life as he knew it.
A/N: Yeah, so that was the beginning. Sorry, I know it was short. I'm going to start on chapter one as soon as I can. Please read and review, it makes me want to update quicker! Oh yeah and depending on what I write later on, the rating of the story might change. Just warning you! Thanks! ^_^