Prologue:
I felt the harsh light shine down on me. I did not want to get up. But, no, this was not my home, my room, my bed. Instead of my soft pillow and warm quilt, there was a moist surface beneath me, sticks and sharp stones digging into my spine and skull. The light was not artificial, but real and piercing. I could feel the heat burning me; see the light behind my eyelids. I thought back, could I remember last night? Last week? Last year?
I had not noticed till now a headache that was growing, getting more painful every second. I forced myself to get up, to face what was going on. When I opened my eyes, I wish I hadn't. Around me lay death. The outcome of what seemed like a war. A war between the supernatural. As I walked around, I examined the bodies. Some were brutally ripped apart, others just lying on the ground, the glassy look of death in there gaze. There were singed trees, ripped up earth; the ground was littered with death. The place was dead. What has happened here?
"I thought I'd lost you…"
I swung around to see a boy, around my age, walking towards me. Was I supposed to know him? Did I know him? As he continued walking forward I noticed things, he was good looking, broad shoulders, browny urban coloured hair. I definitely new him. He was like a part from my past, a part that was so well hidden that I could only remember whispers from it. I could not think where I'd seen him before. Images flashed to mind; wrought iron gates, stone gargoyles, human blood gushing down my throat. I fell to the ground. The last image hovering around, as if haunting me. It went away all of a sudden, he had his arm around me, helping me up.
"Bianca, Bianca! Bianca are you alright?"
Bianca. The name sounded foreign. Like someone had made it up to confuse me. Was I Bianca? I'd have to be, but how could I not remember my own name? I turned to look up at the boy, he looked anxious. As I met his troubled eyes, I knew that this was not easy for him. He had found me, but I had not yet found him.
"Who are you? Who am I? Whats going on?"
"Slow down. I'll explain it all soon. You must rest"
As he picked me up, I didn't notice his strange strength or ease in carrying me up a hill, nor the fact that his sheer beauty was amazingly impossible. No, I was to distracted by the strange flash of memory I'd had earlier. Fangs protruded from my slightly ajar mouth, I leaned down, I saw the flesh below me, I felt the heartbeat. As I came in contact with the skin I got a shiver, I felt the flesh split and the blood come. It flowed down my throat; warm and fresh. I kept drinking, for fear the thrill, the delicious supply would end. Then a moment of fear, what was I doing? This was wrong! As I awoke from my daydream, we had just got to the top of a hill. We then merged into an old forest. I could only just see above the trees a building. Wrought iron gates, stone gargoyles. I had been here before.