Whoever Said There Was a Light Side?

A/N: I hope you enjoy this prologue before the real story begins… Although I won't be updating this until November. So basically I'm teasing you guys, but I thought this would be a great way to get people interested…. Either that, or you're just going to hate me… a lot. Oh well!

Quite obviously, this is somewhat AU and the pairings will remain a mystery for now (although you may take a guess if you'd like). This is taking place in Animal Parade so be thinking of those bachelors when you make your educated guess. Other than that, please enjoy what will hopefully be the beginning of a very long story!

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing but the plot. :)

Life is unfair. That's what I was thinking as I lied there slowly bleeding out. The others were long gone, I knew that already. They had been trapped inside, while I had been the one to be flung out. My bones were broken; some I knew had broken right through skin. It hurt…So much pain, please…. Make it stop. This was my fault, I had been the one to make them do it. To go with me. They didn't want to, but they didn't want me to go alone so they came along. To protect me like the true friends they were and yet, right before they had died, I told them I hated them.

Tears welled up in my eyes. I deserved this agonizing pain. Their suffering was over; they would hurt no longer. Meanwhile I would be wracked with it. There was no escape for me. I deserve this. So I willingly accepted it, even enjoyed it as it began to hurt to breathe. This is what I get for hurting the ones that I love. I sobbed, unable to move, forced to stare at the burning hulk of metal in front of me. I had watched them all die; they had been unconscious as the flames hungrily devoured them, but I couldn't move. It hurt too badly. So much pain.

Seconds past, then minutes, then hours. No one came, because who in their right mind would travel along a deserted country road at this hour? It would be morning before someone would find us, but by then it would be too late. I would be long gone. I wonder if heaven would accept a screw up like me? My parents told me of this paradise, but I was too awful to possibly even be allowed anywhere near there…. So would I go to the other place?

I'm so scared.

The cold fingers of death crept up my skin, sending shivers down my body. Please just let me die! How long has it been now? The fire has gone down, no longer monstrous as it dwindled down. But even in the dim lighting I still saw him.

I had given up hope of an easy death. I was numb, not exactly to the pain, but to emotion. I was just a doll, beaten and bruised, but face completely void of everything. When I first saw him, I thought he was an angel, but I know now that he wasn't. Black boots appeared in the circle of light, then white pants, followed by the upper torso clothed in a dark turtle neck and dark purple jacket. His hair was unnaturally pale against his dark skin and his blue and green eyes were definitely not normal nor the tattoo that lay underneath the right one.

As he walked closer to me, I felt an unusual calmness spread over me. Even though I was about to die, this man had relaxed me. How was that? He crouched in front of me, carefully examining my battered body. "This is not good… Not good at all." His voice floated through the air, the only sound beside the popping and crackling of the flames. His eyes flicked between me and the wreck, "It's a miracle that you survived this long."

It took all the strength I had left, but I did my best to answer him. I parted my cracked lips and croaked, "I…. wasn't wearing a seatbelt." The man's eyes held my own, "I see." I couldn't have looked away, even if I wanted to. It was like I was under a spell falling under his imprisonment, tumbling further into the abyss of the dark pupils. "It's a pity… If I had not wanted to go for a walk before I returned to the island, I would have never found you. But now that I have, I can't just leave you like this. I made a vow many years ago to never let someone willingly die, even if it means that I must force you to share my fate." He reached out to gently wipe the blood from the corner of my lips and as he made contact with my skin I knew….

He wasn't human.

My body temperature was already unhealthy from blood loss, but even still his skin shouldn't be so hot against mine. His fingers scorched as they gently touched my lips and pulled away. He sat back on his heels and looked up at the sky, "Forgive me for doing this." He murmured almost too quiet to hear as he pulled a knife from his belt. The blade gleamed wickedly in the moonlight and in it, I could see my reflection. Pale skin covered in gashes and bruises and stained with blood…. I hardly recognized myself. I understand now. He was going to make it stop. He would ease my pain. He would finish me.

"Thank…." I couldn't get the rest of it out as he lowered the blade to his own skin. My words turned into a shocked gurgle as he drew the knife against his wrist, cutting deeply. "Wh-why?" I whimpered as he pulled the blade away and held the hand up. Blood dripped from his wrist and hit my cheek. His eyes bore into my own once more.

"O dea, gravida ut accipias tibi. Ut ipsa vita tua praebe illi et serviemus tibi."

Before I could protest, before I could scream even, he lowered his wrist and pressed it almost roughly against my mouth. I couldn't stop the blood from flowing past my lips. I couldn't stop it from hitting the back of my throat or as it slowly traveled down. It burned. I thrashed wildly and he held my arms down at my side as he murmured more strange words, "Somno et vigilia, ut puer parvulus lunae."

I could feel my eyes growing heavy, but I could still feel the pain. It was twice as worse as before, making that pain seem like child's play. My last memory as a human were his eyes, at first they seemed cold, but behind it I could see carefully disguised sorrow.

The next time I awoke, I would be a changed person.

Hope you guys enjoyed! Please comment and tell me what you think. :)

Latin Translations:

O dea, gravida ut accipias tibi. Ut ipsa vita tua praebe illi et serviemus tibi.

Oh goddess, accept this child as one of your own. Give her your power so that she may live on to serve you.

Somno et vigilia, ut puer parvulus lunae.

Sleep young one and wake as a child of the moon.