Prologue.

I was 6 when I saw him...

I was walking home alone since my parents had just left me at the movie theater, a dull brown-haired girl with dark blue eyes. Between 2 shops, I saw a crimson pair of slits. I had walked a little closer, then backing away at the sight...

of blood.

A boy about 12-13 was lying there, covered in it, his eyes closed, while another was lying next to him, with a knife in his hand. Pale skin and Dark, shadowy hair.

There was another boy. They both looked dead. The one with the knife had scars and bites all over him. I glanced, wincing, at the boy with blood smeared on his face, then gasped when his eyes fluttered gently. Dark, crimson, blood-colored eyes.

"..Leave... leave right now..." he rasped, grabbing the knife and cut his wrist with it. He placed it in front of his face.

"What are you doing?" I gasped, horrified from his action. I reached to grab the knife, but it wouldn't budge. He slapped my hand away.

"You don't know what you're doing!" he shouted, "Get out of here now! You'll bring danger to both of us!" He suddenly stood up, fast as lightning, then pushed me aside, brushing blood on me. I landed with a crash on the wall, then spat out blood.

"Are you okay?!" he practically yelled in my ear. I was losing consciousness fast. I shook my head. He grabbed me and ran.

The next morning, I found myself in a hospital, all alone.

"Who brought me here?" I asked a nurse, as she came in to check on me. "A young man did. He said you'd both been in an accident, and left before we could help him."