Prologue

I'd like to say that it was love at first sight. But I first saw him when I was five, and couldn't understand love, what I was looking at, or even why he was so sad. I'd prefer to say that it was love at first relevant sight, but then I was lost, cold, confused, and, upon seeing that pale face, scared out of my wits. And after that, it wasn't love. I can't really tell you when I first realized that he was special to me.

But that's not the point, nor is it comprehendable. So I'll try again to begin my story.

It was thirteen years ago, when I was five, when I first went to a cemetary at night, alone. I don't remember why, though I think my older sister dared me to. But still, I went to the cememtary, and hid behind a tombstone as someone who looked like a stick figure moaned and woke up. All around, the ruins of a coffin and skeletal beings lay as testament to what had happened. I even stole a peice of wood with a pumpkin carved on it, to prove to myself that it wasn't a dream.

The stick figure began to sing, lamenting what he had just done. I, being naive, thought that he had just let some kid see that he was Santa (he was dressed like him). Then the stick-Santa got excited and ran into the crypt. I wanted to follow, not realizing that a crypt would have dead people, but I couldn't open the doors. So I ran home, after picking up a peice of the trim from his costume (he had ripped it off, revealing a pinstripe suit). I didn't think anything of it, assuming it was some sort of disturbed Christmas miracle.

Thirteen years later, I returned to that town. My family had moved away, but now I was ready to go to the college nearby. I was staying in some cheap hotel, and was in the market for a small house. But within one week of getting there, I had found that cemetary. I walked through it, realizing that it was here that I had seen something truly unreal. I fished in my purse for the wood chip and trim, which I had taken to keeping with me at all times. The pumpkin carved on the wood was nearly gone from thirteen years of a small girl rubbing on it with her finger. But the trim I had made sure to keep in good condition. It was only starting to disintigrate. I approached the crash site of the coffin and heard something rattle against a stone. I bent down and saw that I had kicked a bone. Not a human one. Something that looked like a piece of... antler? I pocketed it, deciding that this was small proof of my sanity.

And then I heard it. The strains of a song coming from the crypt. A shadow next to me started to sing softly, so I couldn't hear it. I walked to the crypt, preparing to open the door and hoping that all I would see would be a stone coffin and cobwebs. When I flung the doors away, I just saw... black.

"What the-" I took a step forward and tripped, plumetting headfirst into a childhood dream.

Well, this is the first installment. You will like it. I command you to like it!

Yes, technically this is JackSally, but not in the classic form. Deal.

And for those of you who've never read anything by Ms Donovan And Ms Midnight, this is a joint account between me (Kali Donovan) and my friend (Semine Midnight). This is for a contest we're having (which Semine will probably win...). We write romances in different categories (i.e. Teen Titans, Abarat, Sly Cooper games, etc.), and put each other in them. Sally is based off of Semine.

The whole point of that was to encourage you to read our other stuff on this account and on our individual accounts. Semine writes better than the above swill, and I usually do better than the above swill. (I was experimenting with doing a 1st person fic from the OC's POV.)

So please review and check out our other stuff.

Thoughts while writing: I am Lord Prolot! (I misspelled prologue, and Semine screamed the aforementioned quote.)

Felafel is a religious sacrament, and God was gay. The Jews aren't the chosen ones, the gays are (Matthew was a tax collector and couldn't spell, so Jew came out instead of Gay.)

Semine: Apologies to Jews and gays.

This was written entirely while listening to the soundtrack of Nightmare.

This is Kali; sleep deprived and out.