The first chapter might shock younger readers due to blood, death and nightmares.
Readers you have been warned, read at your own risk.


Prologue.

Some say Neverland is a wonderful island. It's full of magic, and imaginary creatures. It is inhabited by mermaids, indians, beasts, fairies, lost boys and pirates. But what people don't know, is that Neverland was a never island, meaning it was never supposed to exist, but when Earth was created, Neverland was as well. It has always been connected to Earth, separated by a single dimension called the Nevernight.

To protect the balance between all three dimensions, guardians were created, all of them living on Neverland. There was the Indian Queen, Aideen, the Pirate King, Calder, the Neverland Prince, Ewan and the Nevernight Princess, Aura. Aideen and Calder created the Island, while Ewan and Aura gave life to it, and it's creatures.

All was well, until darkness came along, jealous of the guardians and the power they held all together, Dorcha the Dark Impress, prepared a curse. She abducted humans and turned them into Cursed blooded servants, making them stronger than normal people but they were also unable to feel.
One night she attacked the guardians with her cursed blooded army, but the guardians were stronger than she had anticipated. She took it on herself to create enough dark magic to curse the Nevernight Princess. Being the the younger guardian, she couldn't fight alone and Dorcha ended up ripping the powers out of Aura's body.

"Your soul will be sent to wander beyond Nevernight and Earth, you will never be able to enter Neverland again." she screamed as she released the curse.

The other guardians managed to stop Dorcha from destroying Neverland, but alas it was too late to save the princess, her soul was already gone, banished from Neverland by the evil Impress.

During 10 days and 10 nights, the guardians built a temple for their long gone princess, the tomb was set at the very center of the architecture, under the level of the sea. Calder, Aideen and Ewan worked day and night to find a way to reverse the curse and to bring back their beloved princess.

They imprisoned Dorcha in the rocks of the mountain overhanging the island, and desperately tried to get her to end the curse, but being as evil as she was, she only told them that on the Crimson Night when Neverland and Nevernight have no boundaries, their beloved princess will be able to come back, only if her reincarnated body is in one of both worlds during that very special night when the sky turns red instead of black and the stars and moon become dark, if not, she would be lost for ever and all three worlds will be slowly turn evil and under the cursed blood's power.

Since then, the guardians have been replaced by other guardians, Aideen, Calder and Ewan slowly fading into nothingness, but never giving up on their princess. Knowing that one day she would come back, and that they would be able to save Neverland, Earth and Nevernight.


Chapter I.

Everything was pitch black, the temperature was low, and the only thing she could hear was the sound of her own breathing and drops falling onto solid stone ground. The floor was slippery where she stood and her bare feet were soaked. She cuddled her arms against her chest to stop the cold wind from reaching her flesh through the collar of her light nightgown.

She was surrounded by the sound of water, waves crushing all around her, and rain pouring down above her. The whole atmosphere was humid and uncomfortable, her body was shaking from the fact that her feet were wet, like her clothing and her hair.

Not recognizing the place where she was, she turned around, in search of some kind of light. Her movements were stopped when she heard the sound of one distinct heavy footstep, followed by a very light clinging noise, which echoed through the place, practically reaching the sky, meaning the ceiling was very high.

Then she heard another step. Petrified by the silence following the echo of the sound, she hardly could tell if she was still breathing or not.

Her heart started pounding in her chest, and she got the feeling of blood flowing back through her veins again when she realized the steps were coming towards her in slow pace. Biting back a scream, she started running as fast as she could in the opposite direction still having no idea how to get out of the darkness.

She could hear the steps getting closer in still a relatively slow pace, how could that be possible, when she was putting all her efforts in trying to breath while running.

Soon, she will be out of breath, to make things worst, she slipped. Falling ungracefully, head first on the stone floor. The steps were getting closer, and panic was starting to rise in her chest. Getting up like she could she noticed the pain shooting from her right ankle, trying to stop tears from coming, dragging herself up to her feet she looked up to see, a light in the distance. She tried no to think too much about the pain and raced, as fast as she could towards the light, which was in fact a half-open door.

In a last torturing effort she threw herself on the door, turned on her ankle and pushed the door closed, and for what seemed an eternity she waited, her ear stuck against the heavy wooden door.

She didn't move until a silver light came bursting from the ceiling, she looked up and saw the roof had shattered leaving a huge opening, showing the sky and an enormous full moon hiding behind thick black clouds. The whole scene did looked surreal, but what didn't was the scream that followed the thunder.

She turned around and what she saw made her stomach lurch, tears came running down her cheek as her knees gave away and she fell hard on the stone floor keeping her hand in front of her mouth to stop the horrible feeling of sickness overpowering her throat. But it wasn't enough to keep her stomach in place, after coughing a few times and she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and looked up again.

There was blood everywhere, corpses laying on the floor, completely motionless, some of them had their throat sliced open and others had been eviscerated, leaving a huge gash in their abdomens where organs could fall free away from the body.

It was horrible, it was inhuman. Men, women and children were dead and all those bodies in front of her made her eyes cry. All of those faces frozen in a unbearable expression of pain and agony, made her want to run again and rinse her eyes and salty sea water.

She couldn't watch it anymore and turned around to come face to face with a beast with icy blue eyes. It's form was like an enormous wolf-like creature, with claws as big as her thumb and fangs as sharp as the tip of a knife. The shock sent her back on her backside on the stone floor, where she observed in utter fear as it advanced on her, slowly and it's eyes never wandering away from it's prey.

Darkness claimed the room where she was, and not knowing what to do, she ran, in the pitch black nightmare surrounding her. Not knowing if she would ever escape from the awful creature behind her, and that's when she heard it, an footstep right next to her. In a last attempt to run away she stepped on a painfully sharp stone, that led her to loose her balance and fall onto her knees, she cradled her foot her hands and blindly tried to ease the pain, she knew she was dead and there was no point in running away, it would only lead to the inevitable.

For one long moment, the only thing she could hear was her heavy breathing and her heart beating too fast for her own good.

Something caught her clothes and hulled her up to her feet, she gasped as she realized it was a human hand. Hope.

She tried to pull away, but the grip was just too strong.

In a single flash of lightening, she saw icy blue eyes starring at her in a lazy gaze, as if to suck in her darkest secrets, in the center of those blue forget-me-not eyes was a tiny slash of blood red rage. His face was made of elegant features, such as his high cheekbones, thin lips encircled by a light goatee beard and mustache. He had jet black curls going mad all around his head, neck and shoulders, reminding her of a sea of black waves.
He was dressed in black from head to toe...he was sinfully handsome, and for a minute she forgot everything around her.

The man gripping her collar looked at her, his eyes opened slightly as if he just realized something. He put her down, but still held her collar. Something was off.

Slowly, he bend his head and placed his lips inches away from hers. Their eyes locked on each other. He whispered something, but she didn't quite hear what.

In a flash, a terrible pain slashed through her abdomen, she looked down. His other hand was plunged into her stomach, blood was soaking her clothes in deep crimson. She looked up in horror and noticed that a cruel smile had replaced his bored express.
She fell to the ground, on her side and watched as her insides spilled out of her body, the agony and the feeling of being emptied was taking possession of her mind. It was the only thing she could think of.

She looked up. He was standing over her, watching as she bled to death. One hand at his side, the other one raised, that's when she realized he hadn't stabbed her. She had been disemboweled by something else. A hook. His hook...

Still starring at her, he raised his hook one last time, and released one final blow.

And everything went dark.


A/N

Greetings to you all,
I am so happy to finally be able to post this first chapter of Crimson Night. I've had the idea for quite some time and I apologize if the first chapter is dark, but that's the point of a nightmare. It won't always be like that, but what would be a story without a bit of darkness *Insert Evil Laugh Here*

Most of the names of the guardians are Gaelic. Aideen means Fire (Irish), Calder is a name of Scottish origin, it means "cold waters". Ewan means "born from the yew tree" (Scottish). The ancient Greek Goddess Aura was the Goddess of gentle breezes, meaning the wind.

*Also, as this story is already, well sort of, written down on paper, so I hope It won't be long before my next update.

**Feel free to give me your opinion on this first chapter, with one (or two) reviews.

***Of course, Hook doesn't belong to me (that would be too good to be true) but hey... thank god J.M Barrie and Jason Isaacs !