Wow has it been a long time since I worked on this story. (Sighs) Sorry I stopped writing this story, but my life got really hectic, and I was receiving very discouraging fan mail. Anyway now that I'm back I promise to finish the story. I'm going to start by rewriting these three hideously written chapters.

True Depth

The overwhelming aroma of roses consumed my heightened sense of smell. The scent seemed to fill my entire body, weakening me, turning my insides to mush. I took a deep breath, savoring the scent of what I knew to be red roses. Oh, did I love them. It was my weakness, and only he knew that. I loved the feel of the rich petals against my stone hands, I would rub the petals almost obsessively, the soft, velvet-like material, always giving my hand a rush of pleasure. Could it be him? I wondered. Could that beautiful rose aroma be his signal to me? Impossible, I thought to myself, for it had been so very long since I had last seen him.

I slowly opened my eyes and gazed at my ominous black ceiling. My lower back was stiff from sleeping in my futon, and my blue hair was matted to my pillow. A bead of sweat rolled down my cheek, landing next to my ear. I waited for the ping sound that I knew was sure to come. I lifted my fragile body out of my futon and stretched my long limbs as I walked across the wooden floor. I was wearing a white night gown that hung loosely on my slender figure. I walked to the window and grabbed the heavy curtains, wrapping my cold hands around the warm cloth. As I peeled back the red curtains, I saw the blinding lights of the city. A small street light near my apartment blinked on and off as a giant gust of wind blew through the street. As I focused my eyes, I saw what appeared to be flower petals gliding along the wind's path.

I heard a faint echo of footsteps, and soon saw a small child walking down the street. He looked frightened, as if someone were watching him. I smiled to myself, realizing that I, in fact, was watching him. Then a shiver made its way down my spine as I saw the boy was holding a large bouquet of flowers.

Shinji Ikari stopped at the street light that had, only a moment ago, mysteriously gone out. He studied the lamp and listened carefully to the sound of buzzing electricity. Another gust of wind blew by and Shinji's shirt started to whip violently around as the wind got stronger; to him, it felt as if the decrepit apartment building was pulling him closer. The apartment building was where Misato had asked Shinji to perform an "errand" for her. He was supposed to deliver flowers to some spooky-looking girl named Rei Ayanami. Misato had given him a picture to help him find her. The picture of her had sent chills down his spine, for the girl had glowing red eyes and icy pale skin. She looked dead, to put it simply.

After a moment of watching the boy, I realized that he was looking for me. I watched him as he stumbled up the stairs to the main apartment doors. He stared at the door buzzer as if he had not the slightest clue what to do next. I was suddenly very annoyed with the boy. Was he frightened of me? I wondered. I took one last glance of the innocent boy and headed down to the apartment doors, not realizing that I still in my night gown. Once I reached the door, I harshly grabbed the doorknob and opened the door; the boy standing right next to it was simply mowed over by the force of the door and fell harshly to the ground. He hit the ground with a loud thump. His eyes lit up as he noticed who I was.

"What do you want?" I asked the startled boy with a harsh voice.

Shinji was so shocked to see this beautiful women fly out the door that he could not speak. He could only stare at her in awe as he realized just how beautiful she was. Her glossy blue hair shining in the moon light, her piercing eyes full of sadness and confusion, and her soft white gown making her skin glow. A dark shadow suddenly drifted over the two as he looked up at the striking woman, ready to talk to her.

And thus begins the first part of the Vampire-Eva saga. I hope you all enjoyed this first installment and will continue to read this story. (To all of my old fans) I am truly sorry that I never finished the story, but don't worry because I promise I will this time. Liz-Chan