This story is going to be a LOK story just give me some time to get to it ok? Now it is not going to be in the usual place. In North Carolina, Burlington. (I miss my family there). And I might even consider re-doing the whole story if I don't like it; I just need some reviews so I can get a sense of what I NEED to elaborate and or change. So constructive criticism would be greatly appreciated. NO FLAMES! Thanks, and again enjoy!!

P.S. Kain will be in here! I promise!!

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"Hasta la Muerte Debida Nosotros Parte"

Chapter: 1

The crunch of dry, brittle leaves reverberated under the fall of her feet as they carried her briskly down the lonesome sidewalk. Treetops whispered in hushed sighs as a faint breeze interrupted the thick silence of night, disturbing the peaceful ambiance like a greeting for her ears alone. A dog, as she passed a persons' yard, would aid in the disruption of the deafening silence. Her breath came in short puffs and could be seen due to the cold. A cold so profound that it made a lifeless cadaver shiver in its grave in an effort to keep warm; the thought of a body chilling in the grave sent a cold shiver sound her spine causing her to become even more frigid.

"Why does it have to be so damn cold?" She spat as she wrapped her hands around herself and hissed as a cold breeze bit at her already frozen cheeks. Kijana never loved Winter, even as a child her mother always had a hard time trying to force her to go outside and have fun.

The sound of Gospel Christmas songs played in the background as Shainizhya stood at the sink washing the dishes after a large family Christmas dinner. She looked over to Kijana, who was staring out the window with a pout on her face.

"Mama, why do the snow gotta come ev'ry Christmas? It ain't got no purpose here, and it cold, too." She whined out in slight disdain. Shainizhya let forth a full, hearty laugh and shook her head at her daughter's hatred for a little bit of frozen water.

"Kija, why do you not go outside and make a snowman?" Her mother's sweet, soft voice asked in a cheery tone, ignoring her question.

"I don't wanna go out theres. It cold! My legs may be fixin' to fall off the second I goes out there" she exclaimed in that whinny, tone. She'd do and say just about anything to try to get out from going outside in that Hell of all weather and seasons.

Her mother sighed; set down the plate that she finished rinsing and walked over to her daughter, wiping her hands dry on her apron. Kijana craned her neck as she stared into her mother's green eyes that danced with amusement.

"Beby, ya know ya need to be there for ya brotha. What if he run into the road and get hit? How would you feel?" She said with love in her voice. Kijana nodded her head ashamed with herself that she would rather ditch her little brother, Tyge, and stay inside rather than be out there in the cold snow with him.

"Plus, him look kind of bored out there playin' all by his lonesome self.." Her mother gestured with her head out the window and Kijana followed her gaze. There was Tyge, sitting in the snow and laughing about absolutely nothing. Even though his complexion was a darker shade of mocha, there was a hint of pink in his cheeks caused by the biting cold and gleeful imagination of a five year old boy. Kijana turned her face back towards her mother and agreed to go out with him.

"Ok, mama. I'll go out and play wit' him" she said dutifully. Shainizhya smiled and laughed.

"That my girl. You make me so proud and happy." Kissing her daughter's head she hugged her and let her go to put her snow clothes on. Once Kijana was bundled up, her mother sent her outside to her little brother. She stepped outside and her mother shut the door behind her. It was a dry cold—a bitter cold; she didn't like the feel of it at all. It was wrong.

Kijana began to call for her little brother. But she could not seem to find him.

"Tyge! Come on out and let's make a snowman!" She shouted as she bent over and began to form a ball in the snow for the base of the snowman. An instant later a snow ball hit her in her back side with a tremendous force.

"OW! Tyge! That really hurt!" An obnoxious laughter followed her exclaim from behind a bush near the yard. Tyge taunted her and she screamed in mock rage as she chased after him. They were soon throwing snow balls at each other; dodging and laughing as they continued the playful assault on one another. Kijana ducks behind a bush and Tyge hides behind the family car in the drive way next to the bush she is hiding in.

"You can't win" She yells from the bush. Her laughter dies down as she hears no reply. She peaks out from behind the bush to see where and what Tyge was doing. She called out him, she receives a "psst" from a different location on the other side of the car. She walks around to find Tyge near the road, but thinks nothing of it as she scoops another snow ball into her hands and throws it at Tyge. He lets out a high pitched, childish scream and runs in the opposite direction.

Shainizhya is in the house drying off her most favorite serving plate when the sound of screeching tires and a low "THUD", Kijana's scream for her greets her ears. Her head snaps up and a blood curdling scream escapes her throat and she drops the plate, which shatters everywhere, and runs outside to Tyge.

Kijana watches as her brother's body is flown high in the air then smacks the hood of the car that had hit him, before sliding off of the hood and landing in a heap in front of the car. She stared in shock as she slowly walked near him, but not to him. He wasn't moving. Kijana heard a distant scream unimaginable pain, before feeling a rush of air go past her, and then seeing the dark blur bolt over to Tyge.

"Mama" was all she could manage before her mother broke out in a fit of horrific sobs of loss, grief, and pain; lifting Tyge's head to her breast cradled him. She kept kissing his face and shaking him when he did not respond to her calls to "wake up".

"Tyge! Please beby, please get up! Mama's here now, please stop pretending? P-p-pleeaseee!!" She sobbed furiously as she continued to shake him to get him to wake up.

"No! Don't leave me beby! I need you Tyge! P-please Tygeria, don't go-o-o-ooo! Aahhh!!!" Shainizhya clutched onto Tyge's lifeless body and her sobs became more frantic and loud. All the while Kijana was in a state of comatose as she watched her mother try so hard to brink her little boy back… even though both of them knew that that was not going to happen.

The person in the car stepped out and staggered over, he mumbled something that was incoherent to Kijana's ears, but what he said made her mother become stock still and a feral look came about her eyes. She set Tyge's body down softly and stood up and faced the paled faced, staggering man.

"You call my Tygeria a dog? How dare you?! You know you drunk! And you come and hit my beby! He dead 'cause of you! You lucky I don't disembowel you where you stand! You disgustin' pig.." Shainizhya said the last part with such malice in her voice Kijana thought she would wet herself due to fright. She looked over to her little brother and walked up to him and kneeled next to him. She stared at his face and was shocked to see him like this. His forehead had been split open along with his cheek, which had a gouge in it; his nose was skinned and his lips were split down the middle. But the thing that was most unsettling the way that his body was in an unnatural position. His legs were bent in, making it look like he was sitting Indian style. His right arm was hanging, but not bloodily; it was bent in the shape of a "V" and had scratches all along the limp limb; the bone sticking just against the skin from the inside. His body's whole position was unnatural and it looked like a possum that was rammed by a Mac truck. Her childish mind was again at work.

Why wasn't she crying? She should be crying that her little brother was dead; her little brother, who always cuddled up to her when he was scared at the movies that he and she would watch together when she would watch him for an hour when her parents went out. Her parents—the only people in the world that could sooth and comfort her in times of need—more so as when she would fall down and get scrapes on her knees form falling down on the pavement or when her Tyge would bother her when she was playing with her dolls. Her father always worked late so she never saw much of him after she turned eight. He was a tall, slender but sinewy man; strong jaw line and deep amber eyes, just like her PawPaw. She remembered that one time when her father actually came home form work early that he had read Tyge and her a story at bed time; she really liked it.

"How could you do something like dis?! Ya animal!" Her mother's shrieks were deafening as she saw her mother knee the man in crotch and then punched him in the gut. Kijana had never seen her mother's calm, beautiful, soft smiling face turn into what was now a contorted collage of pain, anger, and disbelief at her son being killed.

Mikali Naisier rushed home from his job at the Precinct; Shainizhya had called him on his office phone sounding overly hysterical.

"Mikali! I need ya ta come home!" Her voice strained and waning.

"What is wrong Shaiya? Why ya need me to come home?" His voice was sounding more confused than concerned at this moment. He had never heard her so hysterical in his life, nowhere close to what she sounded like now. Something was obviously wrong, but he could not tell.

"Ok, beb. I'm on my way. Stay der" he said as he shot up from his desk and grabbed his coat from behind his chair.

"Yo Mik! Where ya goin'?" Steve asked from his desk.

"Shaiya needs me; gotta go." He said in a hushed urgent tone as he walked out to his car and rushed home as fast as he could; all the while thinking 'What is going on?' He drove as fast as he could to the house. Once he had arrived at his home there were two to three police cars there and an Ambulance with a gurney that had what seemed to be a small body. Tyge came into Mikali's mind and his body went cold, hid mind was devoid as thoughts of nothing but the worst things possible as he approached the house amidst the sirens and chaos. He abruptly stopped the car as the gurney rolled in front of the car; a cold wind blew over the sheet covering the body as he stepped out of the car. When turned to face the gurney again his son's soulless eyes and blank face greeted him in a morbid farewell. Mikali was suddenly stricken with grief and his legs buckled beneath him and he tried to hold himself up on the car as the onslaught of tears and unimaginable pain assailed him. His son. His beautiful son was all that had been in his blood line that could carry on his legacy. He bellowed out as he found his strength again and ran to the gurney as they lifted it into the ambulance, yelling out his sons name in emotional distress.

"No sir! We can not allow you to come inside of the truck. We need to take the body to the forensics technician." The EMT demanded, as he put out his hand with his fingers spread, to stop Mikali from getting into the ambulance.

Mikali gave the man a cold stare as tears of pain and loss ran down his cheeks and off of his chin. How he say that he was not allowed to see his son? Who does he think he is calling his son "a body"?

"My son is not just a "body". He is my flesh and blood. How dare ya say that I can not see and be wit my own son?" He demanded as he stepped closer to the other man. Mikali was over a few inches over six feet; he stood well over the man who he was intimidating. His broad shoulders and muscled arms were doing well in accentuating his strong jaw and strong upper torso, and to do well in scaring he living hell out of the man in front of him.

"Sir, I am very sorry about what happened to your son, but we need to get him to the coroner. I'm sorry that I offended you." The man's voice was sincere and sorrowful. He meant what he had said. Mikali glanced at his son's lifeless body and then nodded before stepping back from the man. The EMT laid his hand on Mikali's shoulder and again expressed his deepest sympathies.

"I will pray for you." He said as gave one last pat on Mikali's forearm before heading to his side of the ambulance. Mikali uttered a "thank you" before they slowly drove with his son in the back. That was the first time in Kijana's life that she had seen her father so grief stricken. The first time ever that her brother was not there to hug her after she came home from school…

Kijana shuddered at memory of her little brother being hit by that drunk driver. Her mother would not speak for many months if only to ask an important question or when she randomly began to furiously sob and then prattle on about "why, why did you leave me?" All the while knowing that her pleas would always go unanswered and unheard. Her poor mother had almost gone insane due to the sudden events that had happened that day. And her father… She dare not dwell on the type of repercussions that losing his son had had on him.

"God it's so cold. I hate this damn weather." She hissed as a bitter wind whipped at her face causing it to sting. She covered her face with scarf that her mother had made her one Christmas, it was fleece and it was twice the length of her body, given that she was only a whopping five foot two. How the hell had she been the short one in her family? Both of her parents were African and tall, why did she have to be the short one? Damn genes!

She briskly walked down a poorly lit street as she took the short-cut to her small house that she inherited from her late grandmamma. She had just walked past the third house on the left when she heard a low pained groan coming from one of the ally ways lining the unnamed street. Which in this case, is North Carolina, an unnamed street meant that that was not the place to be at night, much during the day. She disregarded it, and went on, stepping up her walking pace. The groan came again from her left, and she whipped her head around to see who or what was making that noise. She was beginning to get scared now and all she could hear was the incessant pounding of her heart and the blood pulsing through her veins. The groan once again came from the right, but this time it was closer to her. She yelped and began to pick up on a fast walking pace as she desperately tried to get to her house. Her auburn-burgundy hair whipped about her face as she power walked and the wind blew passed her as she took large wide strides. She had finally reached her street when an unbelievably tall man walked from behind the corner of a house that was on the corner of her street. He wore a large, black leather that hung just above his ankles. He had long curly black hair and his chest was slightly peeking through the coat. The little light that was given, gave him a sinister look on his face. Which she then stopped mid-step and almost gawked at the beauty that this one man had been bestowed with. He slowly sauntered by her. Was that an NC State Professor ID tag that he on around his neck? She was so consumed in her confusion she did not notice the towering figure looming behind her. A sliver of fear and horror crossed her features as she was struck in the back of the head and fell to the cold ground in a heap. Her vision was blurred and her surroundings were spinning as she slowly began to lose her consciousness. The figure knelt down next to her and a deep chastising laugh reverberated through mind. Her amethyst eyes were becoming heavily lidded and she was getting nauseous and drowsy. Her head pounding and her ears were ringing.

"Hello my dear…" That voice was so familiar… And it was all that she had heard before her world was engulfed in a deafening blackness.

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By: Vegetasfan 2008©