[Concept and Characters based on and taken from L.J. Smith's original work.]
Prologue
Voices whispered deep in the pit. A pit filled with shadows and the bones of the long dead.
"We need another… one more to balance us out once again," was whispered, in a low sound that resembled snow blowing through the air.
"But after the last we added to our ranks… can we trust him?" said another one, this one sounding as though it had been distorted by being filled with metal and glass.
"The young are foolish, to be sure," this voice was heart wrenchingly beautiful, filled with ice and loneliness, seeming to echo more than the other voices did inside of the pit.
"So long as we keep this one in check, we will not have the same situation… if it does occur once again, as it did with him… well… we shall simply have to carve out another name from the runestave…" A final voice said in a commanding tone. It had a grotesque and withered voice, sounding both very young and very old.
Chuckles came from all of the voices, each disturbingly creepy in their own ways, the sounds bouncing off the walls repeatedly, bombarding the ears with the sound of pure evil…