Hello reader, welcome to my fanfic. For all those reading this passage I shall give you a virtual hug. This is my first fanfic that I have posted so please excuse any problems (grammar wise or if the story line is not very good so i can change it). Please review as well. And do note if I do note get any favs/reviews I will not post another chapter. Now read on my pretties.

Prologue

I woke up to the smell of blood, I did not know who it belonged to but I decided to investigate. I walked down the stairs to find my whole family lying in their own pool of blood. I ran to dad, I shook him trying to wake him up but he did not move, his hazel eyes staring into the oblivion.

"Dad…. dad…. please dad, wake up" I cried but still no response, tears developing in my eyes. I am only five, how am I supposed to know that my mother, father and brother are dead. I began to cry on my dad's chest. gripping his bloody shirt with my hands. I let go attempting to wipe away the tears from my face but my hands were covered in his blood, then I heard the sound of laughter. I looked around and saw a shadow appear before my eyes. It's face came out of the wall. Its evil yellow eyes stared at me, like it was looking at my soul.

"You look tasty, and your aura is like nothing I have ever felt, you will be the most tastiest meal of the week," the ugly shadow said, then suddenly

"No, do not eat her, she shall prove useful to us in the future" another voice said, this voice sounded more evil than the other. It sounded like it had no heart, no soul, like it was just a hollow being. It sent shivers down my spine making me feel cold. I tried to scream and run away, but my body would not move, nor my mouth scream.

I saw a clawed hand come out of the wall and attack me, it threw my against the wall winding me, it caused a cut in my chest. A monster came out of the wall, but it wasn't the one with the yellow eyes, this one was different.. It felt and looked more evil than the had the face of a lion, but a lion that had its ears, nose and eyes all removed from its face and it looked like its face had been stretched. It reached out and placed its long thin hand on my chest. It caused an internal pain that made me feel like i was dying.

I could feel my soul crying out in pain, like it was being cut in two. Then it removed its hand and disappeared into the night with its companion. I was so shocked that I begun to shake and the wound in my chest was bleeding, gushing out blood. I tried to stop the bleeding but no matter how much i tried it would not stop. As i lay there in a pool of my own blood i called to my family pleading them to help me but no-one would answer. I felt weak, I tried to stand up but my body just would not move all my muscles aching from the pain. I begun to cry hoping it would end, like it was just a dream but i would not wake up. I sat there thinking that i was going to die, never really had a life yet nor have i ever felt true happiness. It was not fair, why did i have to die at such a young a young age when some people waste their lives and yet they live forever. A huge surge of pain went through my body symbolizing the end for me by taking ever last bit of my strength. i struggle to stay awake and as i shut my eyes i knew it was the end and i accepted it.

Is this the end for me?

Sorry this prologue is not very long. Its just a start to get you into the story believe me it gets better

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