SURPRISE!! I actually didn't have a lot of homework this weekend so I decided to surprise you all with starting my story early! It's only the first two chapters though. I'm so excited about this story and I REALLY think you'll all like it! Read and review!

Prologue

Her knees burning from the cold, icy floors, Ichigo knelt down stiffly, shivering beneath the shadow of the cross. Folding her small gloved hands together, she felt the coldness of her chest surging through her top and jacket. She was freezing. Nonetheless, Ichigo was in stance for her prayer.

As her dark eye lashes fluttered like feathers over her soft, pink eyes, she sighed and tried to settle the anxiety inside her. Elegantly, the sound from Ichigo's lips rang out like a bell and echoed throughout the spacious room.

"I…I know… I'm not very good at this, but I suppose it's the thought that counts. Well… I was just wondering… well… there's this person… that feels… all alone… and…" Ichigo wavered, a little unsure of her request. Attempting to go on, she continued, yet aware she was simply beating around the bush. "I know… I know that just because I ask something doesn't mean you'll do it… but please… "

"…I broke his heart … Kisshu's heart… a year ago. … I…I don't love him… I don't care for him…but he poured his heart to me like before knowing me he didn't have one. But… all his passion, all his devotion and feeling towards me…I shattered it…"

Ichigo squirmed, uncomfortably. "I feel guilty for asking this… but... can't he get over it? …Over me? I love Masaya. He was meant for me. It was fate. …Can't Kish be happy with someone else…? Why can't he see I'm not the one? He needs someone else… So please… help him heal… umm…amen…"

Leaning back and easing her posture, Ichigo sighed with relief. At least that was over with. Hopefully, someone would answer her prayer. Now all she just wanted to get home. To bundle up in her warm, soft covers, and-

Unexpectedly, Ichigo's cell phone rang. Hurriedly, she stood and dug quickly through her bag to rescue her pink phone. Moving it to her ear, she answered sweetly, "Moshi-moshi?"

Listening to the speaker, a regular male voice, she replied, "Yes, this is Ichigo Momontoya. Um…have you go the right number, sir? Who is this speaking?"

The voice continued, answering her question. Listening, Ichigo's eyes began to widen, horror running through the phone and into her thoughts. The demonic electric fuzz started tickling her ear. Now it had hit her heart and was burning it with feelings of torture. It felt as if someone had brutally ripped a bandage off a raw wound, or perhaps they were torturing her by tearing one miserable thread off at a time. Her face white as snow, Ichigo's eyes filled with cutting tears that made her nauseous.

The sorrowful voice kept on speaking but after his first few sentences Ichigo didn't understand him anymore. It was as if he spoke a different langrage, sounding like gibberish to the mentally sick Ichigo.

Her fingers numb from the cold, Ichigo's cell slipped from her hand and smashed harshly onto the stone floor, surely breaking it. A dark daze of terror seemed to glaze over her spelled eyes. She didn't notice her phone, she was too in shock. Trembling, Ichigo strived to walk to the door, having to support her self by running her hands on the frosty, stone walls. She couldn't feel her legs; in truth she couldn't feel anything. Everything was hazy and dead like. She had to get home, that is if she couldn't find it.

The speaker-what he said- it couldn't be possible. It couldn't. Or was it?

Wrenching open the double doors, Ichigo was hit by a cruel blast of snowy wind. Surprised, she stumbled and stumbled in the late, dark blizzard onto her hands and knees. The sting of the soft snow bleeding into her palms and knees was maddening. It was to cold, even for winter. Everything was worse now. Everything, everyone and every thought was pure misery.

Her vision going black from tortured fatigue, Ichigo looked squint eyed around, whimpering. Things couldn't possibly get worse. …But things did…

"… The poor little Mew, all alone with no one to care for her. Drowning in your anguish, yet?" a voice asked.

The voice belonged to a woman-that was certain. What was also certain was Ichigo didn't know the female's voice. Was she going mad? Seeing she was quickly losing her will to live because of all that was happening, it wouldn't be a surprise.

Yet the voice was no illusion in her mind. Picking up again, the voice went on, starting off distant but with each word getting closer, darkening in a note of murder and sin.

"Sorry, there's no running little earth girl. You can't move can you? Your body is paralyzed because of the shock. Look at you trembling. To bad you're going to catch pneumonia and die. It's five below zero. I can a sure you though, this is nothing to me, I can handle it." Ichigo had to get away, she had to transform. But she couldn't seem to move, only whimper and cry.

The women let out a soft, sinister laugh that set Ichigo's heart to such a rapid beat she felt the throbbing get caught in her throat. The laugh sounded inexperienced though, like it was rarely used. All the same, it was demonically passionate, longing secretly to challenge other voices in its evilness.

Seeing she was so out of it, Ichigo wondered if it was a demon coming to take her soul. To end her life. The idea was possible to her. It sounded like demon. So close by her, Ichigo believed the presence of this woman felt like one as well. Whether or not it was a demon was a matter of opinion. Who was this? What did they want?

And why did she sound…so unbelievably…evil?

"Come on, let's get this over with, cat freak" she hissed in Ichigo's ear.

Ichigo let out a scream, terrified of what would happen next. NO!!! Go away WHATEVER you are!!!" she cried petrified and freezing in the thick falling snow and wind.

"Not until I have collected my prize" the voice said moving somewhat away.

Ichigo's eyes burned with fiery tears, holding her head as the young women's laughs echoed in her ears. It reminded Ichigo of passionate violence. Of iced-cherry colored blood laced like goo in-between white fingers, trying desperately to escape by slipping away. In her mind, Ichigo could hear the bursting blasts of knives driven repeatedly in and out of soft, unprotected flesh. Flashing over and over in her mind, Ichigo felt herself disconnected when seeing the random yet sickening glimpses of bloodshed.

Suddenly, the women's hands snatched Ichigo's shoulders, her nails diving into her flesh as she howled, "Donate to the worthy cause!!!!" she shrieked. "The cause of a NEW life!!!!"

Ichigo let out a horrified scream, freaked and disturbed by all that was going on. She couldn't escape. Not a single thought was processing. Sunken under covers of darkness, Ichigo could only produce a scream out of the tremendous terror she felt before everything ended.