:O I finally rewrote the prologue! :D Yayyyy.

I like this one MUCH better than the first, and I'm soooo glad I had some time to write it out. I hate how life gets in the way of my updating. -.- This weekend I'll hopefully be updating Twisted Insanity, Fallen Humanity, and (surprise!/finally!) Somewhere Only We Know. Later on, when I'm finished writing everything I might go back and rewrite SOWK. I feel like it moves to fast. e.e Also, for those that read Alice... I WILL update it. I was halfway done with the next chapter and then my computer died, and like an idiot I didn't save it, so now I have to write it ALL over again. D:

But I will never abandon any story I start. :) It may take me a while to update and all that, but I will never, ever abandon any story. :D

Anyway, I know it's short, but it is only the prologue so...enjoy! :D xD

PS. This is rated M for later chapters.

He didn't know what he was doing; standing in front of the Council's building. He was angry, that much he knew as he gripped his gun tighter. But something was wrong, he noticed. While it was him that was standing there, staring up at the building with a fierce hatred that even he had never known he was capable of, it wasn't him.

Zero Kiryu watched confusingly as he watched himself dash towards the building's entrance. Yet, he didn't move. So was he dreaming? He certainly had to be. Otherwise he wouldn't be watching himself.

Zero followed himself, eyes widening as his other self shot at anyone who came at him. But he saw a problem with that, too. They were vampires – nobles. They had powers that he didn't have and wasn't immune to. And yet, they weren't using them against him. It was almost as if they wanted him there – to go wherever it was he was heading to.

He continued to follow his other self, immensely confused as to why he was even there. The other Zero continued to fire his Bloody Rose, not killing them, but leaving them wounded enough to stop them from stopping him. It seemed that he didn't care about anyone else but his destination.

The other Zero raced up a flight of stairs, quickly scurrying down the hall without so much as a glance. How was it that he knew where he was going? Zero thought, following hesitantly. This was his first time being in the Council's headquarters…wasn't it?

Laughter ripped him from his reverie and made his step falter. He quickly steadied himself, and followed after the other Zero. As they moved closer, the maniacal laughter grew louder, and he could hear that in between the laughter, someone was murmuring something. Closer and closer they got, and the murmuring was becoming more and more coherent.

In an instant all was silent. The other Zero had stopped running, but he had become tense. His knuckles were going white.

The smell of blood wafted through the air, and it was nothing like Zero had smelled before. It was so sweet smelling, that it almost made his teeth hurt, but managed to make his throat to burn just a bit. But it didn't appeal to him as much as he thought it would – or it should have as the smell of the blood obviously belonged to someone above his vampire status.

Crying echoed throughout hall, and the other Zero zipped through the hall once more. The crying grew louder and the building began to tremble.

The other Zero burst through a set of doors and the crying immediately stopped. As Zero reached the doors, the scene turned black.

The crying turned into his screaming. The sound of something ripping filled his ears. While he couldn't make out what the voices he heard were saying, he knew they were speaking to him – commanding him. He was trembling violently, clawing at anything he got his hands on. He twisted and turned, struggling against the hands that held him down. He choked on something warm… But everything was tainted with black. He couldn't see… Why couldn't he see? What was going on?

Snap!

A sharp pain shot through his spine, and he could feel no more. His limbs became lead, and he stopped moving. The noises were slowly fading as was the world.

He was dying. Zero knew that, but he also knew that he couldn't give in to death. He had to keep fighting. He was needed by the one person that he had given his life to.

Somebody whispered something into his ear. He didn't know what exactly was said, but he was happy. Incredibly happy.

His slowing heart swelled with warmth, and he mustered the remnants of his strength to pull the corners of his lips up into a smile.