New Story. Its my own idea, so no stealing. Don't go to hard on me- and leave reviews if you like it.

P.S. I know not all of the facts are right in this story, but go with it. I am writing fiction, after all. And this happens to be my universe, so I can do whatever I want lol.

P.S.S. The first few chapters may be a tad boring. But I want you to get the information before any action, so just bear with me please!

The Death Walkers

Prologue

Echo's parents died the day before she was born. Echo, was born at exactly 1:15 am on a crappy morning in a small town outside of Portland, Oregon. Her parents, died at exactly 12:27 on the previous night. They were heading to the hospital after Echo's mother had gone into labor, and collided headlong into another oncoming car. The only survivor, was the undelivered baby still in her mother's stomach. Within hours, the child would have died as well but a mysterious stranger saw the wreckage, and somehow knew of the child that was still alive. They cut the baby out of its mother's stomach and delivered it to an orphanage. Thus, Echo was born. But the child was not normal, which would be expected of someone who should have died that night along with her parents- her troubles were far different. Echo was afraid of everything, and everyone. She could see things that no one else could. She knew things that no normal human ever could. Echo was able to sense death. And not only sense it, but she could see it. To her, everyone was rotting, slowly dying with each day. There was a reason for this that no one else knew. The truth was, she was supposed to die and was in the process of dying when her savior came; ripping Echo's soul in two. Half of it went to the underworld, and half of it to Earth. So Echo was gifted with the Sight. When she was five, Echo was adopted and in that same year, was sent to an asylum for the insane on one of Canada's many small islands in the north. Her story starts twelve years later. In that same asylum.

I pressed my head against the freezing stone floors of my cell and tried to concentrate. What was going on?

I was getting nervous. Usually, this would be the time when the "patients" were able to walk around the asylum freely. But I was still in my small, pitch-black , freezing, cell. So for the time being, I was trying to get some sleep in and ignore the prickling in my back that always came when I was about to get a visitor. In my entire twelve years spent at Proklam Asylum I had received only one visitor. He came once every six months to talk to me and ask me questions about my gift. I always had mixed feelings about this man. I enjoyed his company because it was the only company I ever got. But at the same time, being alone with him terrified me to my very core. Victor, the man, didn't have a soul. Cold radiated off of him like an aura, yet he was alive. This puzzled me because his heart beat only once every sixty seconds, he hardly ever breathed, he had no lifespan like the others, and his black eyes held a fierce viciousness that only came when someone had been to the Other Side. So, by all accounts, Victor should already be dead. Yet here he was, walking into my cell and giving me a curious look.

Victor.

The only person on the planet that could make me self-conscious about the way I looked.

He let out a whistle of breath and stared at me.

Here comes the jokes, I thought to myself. Victor never missed an opportunity to make fun of my completely eerie appearance. I looked like an old hag at the age of seventeen.

My skin was almost as pale as Victor's, and my hair was just a shade lighter than my skin. Yes, I had white hair. Not gray, or silver. White. I usually had a slender build, although at the moment, it was more skeletal looking. I was 5'7; just tall enough to appear willowy. And had a naturally pretty face- heart-shaped, high cheek bones, button-nose, and no blemishes. And then there were my eyes…

You see, I wasn't always this pale- and I sure as hell wasn't born with white hair. I was sort of experiencing 'the gold fish effect'

I had been left in the dark for too long and I was now turning albino. Thankfully, my eyes weren't red- they were just a lavender purple from the natural blue color my eyes had, being diluted by the red and white glaze.

I was a freak of nature.

Now Victor, on the other hand, was the epitome of perfection. From his all black apparel to his rich, creamy, white skin, angular face, dark black eyes framed by long black lashes that made me jealous, and a head topped with messy-yet perfect eyebrow length black hair.

He casually leaned on the wall across from me.

"Jesus, what are they feeding you in this place?" He asked staring somewhat repulsed at my rail thin figure.

I shrugged from my place on the floor.

"I don't know, I haven't eaten any of it" I replied sleepily

Victor sighed exasperatedly.

"Did you read the books I gave you?" He asked/growled

I nodded and smirked "Remind me to stay away from Kelpies next time you take me on one of your little adventures"

Victor rolled his eyes, bored of my coaxing.

"Whatever. Come on get up, we need to go" He said in his naturally deep, and sultry voice.

"Where?"

"On another one of my adventures. Only this time we aren't going to the Other Side. Yet. And you aren't coming back here once it's finished. We're getting you out of here" He replied.

My brows furrowed.

"I don't want to go out there" I said coldly.

"You don't really have a choice" Victor hissed, his face contorting; he paused and added more calmly "Why not?"

"Because, they'll all stare at me. The freak girl with white hair and purple eyes. They'll call me a witch" I said disdainfully.

"I thought you read the books" Victor replied

"I did"

"Than you should know that witches look nothing like you-"

"They don't know that" I interrupted.

Victor pinched the bridge of his nose. A sign that he was losing his patience.

"So you know what I am as well?" He asked

I paused and stared at the wall. Had I read a chapter that described Victor?

I thought for a second before muttering.

"Vampire"

Victor flashed a pearly white smile that vanished as soon as it had appeared.

"Most people would say that with at least a hint of fear" Victor offered.

"Yes, well, from what I've read if you wanted to kill me or suck my blood or whatever- you would have done it by now" I said

He raised an eyebrow.

"For your sake," He growled "I hope you're right"

This time when Victor smiled, I saw two teeth elongate into razor sharp looking canines designed for flaying someone's throat. I shivered.

"I also know what you did" I said quietly. Victor humored me.

"And what was that?" He asked.

I stared into his eyes.

"My parents weren't rammed by another car. You rammed them. You stood in the middle of the street, knowing that they would be speeding because my mother had just gone into labor. And you let them hit you. The momentum completely smashed the front of the car and sent it rolling three times. Then, you ripped me out of my mother's stomach and dropped me off at an orphanage. And now, you come visit me once every six months to check up- out of guilt or some other twisted reason" I said icily. I didn't want to believe that it was true, but it had turned out that there was an actual witch in the asylum with me. We had brushed arms in the lunch line once, and she had seen my entire past, present, and future. She'd only gotten to tell me about what had happened to my parents before the nurses sedated her (she was extremely agitated) and wheeled her back to her room. But even still, I hadn't wanted to believe that Victor could've done something like that, and yet:

Victor froze and his face hardened into an unreadable mask. After a few moments of tension filled silence his eyebrow raised and there was a feint hint of a smirk on his face.

"Smart girl" He commented. I resisted the urge to smack that smirk off his face. It was his fault that I am the way I am. It's his fault that I have no parents. It's his fault that even now, I would still do anything for him.

I hated him.

Victor walked across the room and lifted me to my feet in one fluent motion. I wobbled for a few moments before almost collapsing but Victor caught me.

He muttered something in Italian. It sounded like he was cursing.

"First thing's first," He growled once he was sure I could stand, "We're getting you something to eat.