Hey, this is my first Fan Fic and I realize that most song fics are when someone takes characters from an existing idea and writes them to a song. But I made up my own characters… Yeah well, here it goes.

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Prologue

Alaecaine stood in the middle of the street looking like the devil himself had sent up his own personal wrath on one poor soul. The path he was standing on wasn't really a road, more of a dirt path everyone walked on. His pale blond hair fell in his face, darker and longer because of the rain; his white wings hung limply from his back and his bare chest glistened with the water. His blue eyes were hooded; guarded. Every time lightning would flash, he would tremble waiting for Ira to come down and crush him. He was shivering. It began to snow then, falling from the sky, the tiny flakes fell on him so delicately. The white blanketed the town softening the carnage of the storm. He walked, just kept walking, in a trance of sorts. The snow was crackling cold as his bare feet padded down the street. He felt empty inside.

"She took my heart," he supposed. "I think she took my soul."

Ira was behind him, but no one was there. His voice whispered in Alaecaine's ear, but nothing spoke. His breath brushed against his skin, but not even the wind was blowing.

"See what she has done to you?" Alaecaine could almost feel Ira's hands on his shoulders; see his seductive smile curling his lips and his eyes grazing over Alaecaine. Ira was playing him; he knew that; Ira was always playing games. "See what she has caused. Your pain, is it really worth one human girl."

Alaecaine knew it wasn't. It never was. But love had always been painful. He stared at her. She was sitting with other humans, laughing and smiling. The house looked so warm and for once he could feel the cold seeping in skin. He had never been cold before. He had always had the heat of an angel to keep him warm, the heat of his own beating heart. It beat slower now. He was empty inside.

People had just settled in this area, what they now called London. She had been the daughter of one of the first to settle. They had cursed him to chase her in every life time. Forever chasing.

He would always be empty inside.