Hello everybody,

first of all thanks for giving the story a shot. Also, you might need some information about the idea behind the story.

It's not a typical Tokyo Ghoul Story since the public doesn't know about ghouls. The story takes place at a private school attended by human and ghoul students. You may know the manga "Vampire Knight"; the idea is (maybe) a little bit similar to it, but the plot will be very different because I'm not really a Vampire Knight fan and stopped reading it after few chapters.

I don't want to give too much away, so I just shut up now.

Btw, this is `just´ the prologue, so it's shorter than the actual chapters will be.

Disclaimer: I don't own Tokyo Ghoul


Prologue: Beauty under the moonlight

hush, hush little girl, close your eyes tight,

a vision of monsters and demons and how they fight,

hush, hush little girl, stifle your scream,

remember my dear, this is not just a dream

The wind howled through the dark night, knocking forcefully against the window, begging for entrance while she was tiptoeing in the floor. Walking through the building after ten pm was strictly forbidden, but muffled voices lurked her out, tempting her to find out the source of the noises that woke her up. Danger always piqued her interest, even if she was not aware of it.

She stood up from her soft sheets, a luxury she appreciated, and left her sleeping sister behind.

The floor felt cold under her bare feet, but she did not realize anything. She was occupied with her own secret mission, curious about the students who dared to disobey. Her eyes scanned the hall; the moonlight shining through crystal clear windows, reflecting a milky light on the neat ground. Nothing but emptiness lingered here.

Was it just a dream; were the hushing voices of strangers just a product of her own imagination?

She was just about to turn on her heels when a high pitched scream echoed through and hit her ear. It was a symphony of terrible pain; a warning for her to not continue her dangerous path.

But she was only fifteen, young and curious, and just recently got a taste of life.

It was thrilling, like a hazardous game of hide and seek. It was like a reminder of her life before she ended up her. It was the thin line between life and death, something she never knew she would ever miss.

Her breathing fastened while she walked toward the source of the scream. It came from the darkness outside the school building.

She knew going out was risky; they could find out. They could kick her and her sister out of school. They would end up on the street with nothing.

This was too tempting, too intoxicating for her to ignore.

After reaching the first floor she opened a window; the chilling wind hitting her with an unexpected strength, blowing her pitch black her backwards.

She breathed in deeply. It was the scent of fresh grass, the scent of freedom, the scent of danger.

Her life had been like that before she came to this school. She wanted to escaped a life on the streets, to get a chance for a better future. Never ever has she thought that she would miss the thrill.

Gracefully, she slipped through the window into the cold night, sighing in delight as her feet touched the luscious grass.

Like a shadow, she slid nimbly to the unknown place; a place hidden in the middle of the trees; a place filled with noises, screams and laughter.

It was like someone put a wicked curse on her, forcing her into the lion's den.

When her eyes caught sight of what and who where the origin of the voices, she felt like dreaming.

A big tree hid her presence. She pressed her body closer to it. Her breath was stuck in her dry throat as her widened eyes were fixed on the group. People, kids around her age, who were arranged in a circle, were cheering and whistling.

In the middle of the circle was a boy with blonde hair lying on his stomach, blood seeping from deep wounds to cover the ground in dark red.

It was not him who shocked her most, no it was the boy under the moonlight with snow white hair standing in front of him, who terrified and fascinated her at the same time.

He was standing tall, looking at the boy lying in front of him. Behind him were four tentacles, which without much doubt had escaped from his back and now danced mischievously through the air.

Suddenly, the boy raised his head, causing her to stop breathing.

He was wearing a mask of leather with a malicious grin- only his left eye was uncovered

She was glued to the ground, unable to move, unable to think.

All she could do was starring at his pitch black eye with red iris.