A/N: Yes, yes, I know, I know. Like this fandom truly needs another Alluring Secret: Black Vow fic. But come on! Can you blame me? This song's story is just too beautifully tragic! It's my absolute favorite Vocaloid PV so I figured that I'd give it a shot. ;P

Just to be clear, this is based on the Rin/Miku/Len PV and not the Luka/Kaito/Rin/Len version. Though that one has piqued my interest a bit too, to be quite honest. C:
I plan this story to have 4 small chapters total, but I tend to get chapter happy so it might end up with 5 instead. We'll see. For now, I hope you enjoy Eden's prologue.

Eden
Chapter 1
Gates

Dirt. It covered her in a fine mist, muddying the pristine white of her clothes. She sniffled and rubbed at her tearing eyes with a dirty hand. Her body hurt all over. She winced as she tried to spread the stained wings that crumpled up uselessly behind her. Everything ached and throbbed. Her head pounded as she tried once again to vainly spread her wings. The pain was too much. She finally gave up and collapsed onto the ground beneath her. Her throat filled with choked sobs as she covered her face in her hands.

Kaito had told her not to stand too close. With a brilliant smile and a playful wink she'd told him that he worried too much. He'd even used an old human adage, - knowing how fascinated she was with them – the one about the cat whom was lead to death by his curiosity. At this she had giggled. He had relented in turn with soft eyes and a worried smile. Her own light blue eyes shone as she edged that much closer. They were sinful, he had said. One step closer to the devil and it was so easy – in their weakened world- to submit to his poison.

It was a forbidden play that she watched when her awed eyes gazed upon them and a dangerous if not treacherous foundation she tip-toed around. But she couldn't help it. Like an eager child she soaked them up, wanting to understand them. They couldn't all be so horrible, not all so sinful.

Had she fallen? Her teary eyes searched the dusk colored sky for an answer. Had she slipped from paradise to this dirty alley in this bustling little town? A town too busy to notice or care that its new arrival sat wounded and frightened in its lap?

How would she get home if she couldn't use her wings?

She had told him that he worried too much but perhaps she hadn't worried enough. After wandering dazed for a while through the town she'd very well fainted against a building. The heat of the sun had surprised her, the harshness of it something she wasn't familiar with. Her body ached, her wings throbbed, and there was a painful pounding in her head. She was largely ignored as she leaned against the structure. No one offered her help, no one inquired as to her health. Some had even shoved her as they walked, frustrated that she was slowing down them down. A particular shove had knocked her down and caused her to land hard on her wounded wings. From there she'd staggered, dazed from both the pain and the heat, to the only shade she could find.

There she sat, wiping at occasional tears and regretting not heeding her friend's warning. The sun would sink soon, taking with it not only heat but vision as well. She'd be in this cold alley all alone. The thought finally broke her resolve and she truly cried. What would she do?

"Excuse me."

The voice surprised her to say the least and she visibly jumped. The action caused the voice's owner to let out a small, "oh". She heard the crunch of heels on the ground – the sound of the person backing away.

"I didn't mean to scare you. "

The angel didn't answer, too shocked that someone was actually speaking to her. A human was speaking to her. She kept her frightened eyes on the ground and pulled her hands close to her chest. The voice was kind and soothing as it spoke to her again. The heels ground against the dirt but this time closer to her. She saw the smooth skirt of a black dress but still she didn't raise her eyes any farther.

"Are you hurt?"

The angel kept her mouth closed. Out of stubbornness or fear she wasn't sure, but whatever it was it kept her tongue tied and her mouth shut. Her heart pounded as she swallowed a lump in her throat. Humans were sinful. All humans were. No man's heart was pure and every one of them was capable of something horrible. How many times had she seen them kill each other over small trifles? Would this woman do something to harm her? She was already wounded and probably couldn't put up much of a fight. Her sore wings scrapped against the dirt as she shifted away at the sound of the woman approaching her again.

"It's ok," the sweet voice assured.

The woman walked closer but the angel had nowhere else to go. The woman made a movement, it wasn't a fast one but it startled the angel nonetheless and she cringed at it. When she recovered she opened her blue eyes and found an outstretched hand waiting for her. She blinked at it for a moment as if the sight of the hand and the long, slender glove it was elegantly wrapped in had paralyzed her. But as her eyes moved from the kind gesture up to the delicate arm connected to it and up father still to the graceful neck, she found this to be false. True paralysis occurred when the angel's eyes met her's. The woman's pink lips were pulled into a friendly smile, one that warmed the angel; made her wounds and her throbbing head ache less. One that made her feel safe and welcome. Her dark blue hair was pulled back and into braids and tied delicately into looping circles at the back of her head. A few blue strands hung loose from their hold to frame her perfect face. Her slender figure was draped in a black dress that clung to her shape and curved beautifully down from her waist. The skirt of it swayed gently she walked and as she breathed. Her smile somehow became sweeter as she leaned a little bit farther, her hand offering safety. But it was her eyes that froze the angel in her spot. They were a crystalline teal that sparkled and shone gorgeously in the shade of the alley. They were brilliant and lit up her broken heart like no sunlight could. The woman simply took her breath away.

"Please don't be afraid," the beautiful vision said. Her voice filled with a kindness that drowned the pitiful little creature in the dirt.

As if the words were a spell, her fear vanished and her tears dried up. She could do nothing but gaze wide-eyed at the gorgeous woman in front of her. Her reaction seemed to encourage the woman and with a small giggle and a smile that further hypnotized her, she took another step closer. A faint blush crossed the angel's face and her heart leapt into her throat.

"My name is Miku," the woman said, "What is yours?"

"Rin."

She had answered without thinking. Her own voice surprised her and she blinked at the sound that came unbidden from a mouth that had been so stubborn before. The woman giggled again and Rin found herself blushing darker at the pleasant sound.

"Well Rin," Miku spoke. Her sparkling eyes glimmered as she held out her hand again to the poor little creature.

"Come with me, I'll take care of you."

The angel looked at her outstretched hand for a moment but the beautiful woman's eyes caught her attention again. She had fallen down into this godforsaken town, into the company of the very beings she had watched from the edges of paradise. She'd only been here a few hours and the harshness of Earth was already getting to her. But this woman, this beautiful vision was offering her help; safety from the areas that proved humanity's cold heart . Kaito would be worried but she couldn't return to him with wounded wings. As she gazed up at the woman she felt a strange sinking feeling she'd never felt before. It gripped her strongly and the more she gazed upon her flawless face and listened to her kind voice the more it shook her. The angel took a shaky breath. Humans and angels were never meant to coexist. There was a reason they lived on different planes of existence. She wasn't supposed to be here. It was wrong for her to be here. She should try to fly home on her wounded wings. She should knock the woman's hand away and try to escape her beautiful gaze; if such a thing were possible. Humans couldn't cast spells or magic but the angel couldn't help but feel as if she were under the influence of something. This feeling was consuming her, pulling her in. Should she let it? The woman's soft smile grew and she moved her hand closer.

"I'll take care of you," she repeated.

Suddenly none of the dissenting thoughts circling her mind mattered. And just as Eve had accepted the fruit from the Serpent, the pathetic little angel gave in to the beautiful woman. She lifted her small white hand into the slender black glove that awaited her.

A/N: Short, but hopefully a sweet kind of short! The next chapter is already in the makings but I'm not quite sure when it will be updated. Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed it! C: