Haii peoples (thanks for actually clicking to read this~). This is my second ffic to be uploaded...the other one is on hiatus as my laptop got sick and now has amnesia D: (it rebooted to factory mode and I lost all my files that I have not uploaded yet) so yeh... -cries- . Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy the prologue...it's a bit...weird...but that's only because it's more of a 'past' thing. I' kind of uploaded it on impulse so there may be edits in the future. And yes, there is going to be romance (SHiMa). I have rated this 'T' because of the err violence in the prologue? (I'm not quite sure if it's violence but I hope no one is offended for whatever reason)

Have a nice read~ R&R please; I accept criticism but not too harsh please...because I'm somewhat sensitive...yes, sadly, I'm not the most 'mentally strong' ffic author you guys will come across

PROLOGUE

His giant figure loomed over her shaking body; bright crimson blood dripping from the sharp blade of the knife that he clutched tightly in his hand. Slowly, he approached her, a wicked smile forming on his sharp visage. As the young auburn-haired girl flinched in response to the shortening distance between her and the man, he spoke with a hint of cruelty and playfulness in his melodramatic voice.

"Daughter of the Touya clan, what a pitiful expression you have adorned on your face," he cackled, amused by the fear that was overflowing in her endless cobalt orbs.

"What to do? To kill you now and enjoy your cries of pain? Or to spare you of a short life and torment you, fill you with hate, disgust, and make you lead a life of eternal solitude and carry an endless grudge? To send you to the depths of hell in the afterlife with the rest of your family or to give you a shred, one small shred of hope, then watch you hold on to it, live on it, and die on it?" He laughed evilly. His bloodshot eyes gleamed with a look of pleasure and indecisiveness.

"Oh, I know! Why don't we leave your accursed fate for the heavens to decide? Either way, I won't mind," he snickered.

The man closed his eyes, a spiteful grin still adorned his face. He slowly lifted up his hand – the one clutching the bloodstained knife.

"I wonder; will this knife, the very one that your family was killed with, stab you or miss you? I wonder; will you die or live? I wonder; which will it be?" With that said, the deranged killer swiftly hurled the knife towards the young girl as she tightly shut her eyes.

Clink!

He opened his eyes, excited to see what her future held – if she had one. The knife had missed the young girl by a hair's breath.

"Ohhhh! Looks like little Rima is in luck and as am I. Seems like it's not your time to knock on the doors of death yet young missy," cooed the man, evidently amused by the outcome. Rima panted as tears ran down her pale face – not out of the joy of escaping death, but from the sorrow of losing her family and what lay ahead. The man stepped forward and inched his face towards hers. His eyes were covered by his black top hat that was decorated by a band of deep red satin. "Why don't I tell you something interesting? Why don't I tell you something that will make you struggle even more; something that will entertain me to no end; something that will kill two birds with one stone? What if I told you to kill? Of course, I'm not explicitly telling you to taint your hands or anything. I'm just suggesting that you could kill a certain someone; and that if you do, then you will be granted one wish – any wish." He edged away, pulling back as if dragged by a dwindling force and he smiled.

"Kill the one with the..." He muttered as he disappeared into thin air.

That was six years ago...Now Rima was sixteen, and unlike her helpless self from back then, she was known to others as one of the most fearful, and strongest vampires in existence.

Okay, as I expected, it looks much shorter than on word D;

Oh well~