The Colour of Murder


Chapter One

A/N: Hello again! This is my new Final Fantasy fan fic. I'm very excited at it. The summary is basically about a young vampire girl who is on the run. She is wanted for murder. She hides in The Shinra Mansion and is found by Vincent. As her reasons for why she's run away seeps out, Vincent agrees to hide her.

After time, both their story entwine.

They're not so different after all...

DISCLAIMER: I don't own the Final Fantasy games or any of the characters. Apart from the main girl character. (Obviously)


The figure now ran alone. The stolen Chocobo long gone. The storm had scared it even more, causing it to throw it's rider from it's back. Not that it made much difference. The young traveller staggered, exhausted from running so fast. Their clothes were caked in mud and blood; they clung to the small build, drenched with sweat and rain. the figure tripped, falling against a wall. The wall guided them to a gate; the gate of some Mansion of some sort.A small smile peirced lips. A perfect place to hide. No one was there anymore, was there?

The figure trudged wearily towards the large and old doors. they heaved th door open with ease and stepped inside; greeted with the smell of dust and mothballs. The figure shrugged, and shut the door behind them. Pulling back the hood of the drenched cloak, the fair-skinned face of a young female looked out and sighed. Her long dark brown hair that clung to her small skull gave her quite a startiling appearance.

Large, ebony doll-like eyes blinked to get aquaintanced with the dim surroundings of the mansion. She sniffed the air. She couldn't sense anyone, yet. The young woman walked onwards, leaving a trail of water behind her. She intended to get deep inside the house, so there would be little chance that anyone could find her.

A door that was left ajar led to a long spiral staircase. Intreged, the brunette quietly walked down them, taaking care on any overly worn steps. At the bottom of the staircase, was a door; this lead to a long corridor. At the end of the corridor, was a library. the lights were on, yet books were left sprawled around, left for dust. The female sniffed again; this time, the trace of another being alerted her. She decided to ignore it, incase they were watching her and could see that she knew that they were there. She picked up a book and wiped the dust from it, the leather bound cover bore the title: Jenova: Theories and Tests, Part 4.

"Jenova?" the girl whispered and opened the book at a random page, but threw it back down in disgust. Scientific language drew a blank in her mind.

The brunette tried another book. A gothic romance, half -read. She opened it and picked up the book-mark: a small black ribbon. the female placed the book down to examine the ribbon a little more closely. She sensed that, quite recently, a male, had touched this last.

Suddenly, the female staggered. She swayed and fell to the ground, knocking a chair over with her. The ground felt cold beneath her own cold body. The black ribbon remained in a clenched fist, as the worls faded away.