Well, This story is still in developing stage...or something, i don't really know if there will be any romance in it, but one thing i can say is that it'll be a story slightly apart from that of Darren, though they'll mix at some points, they'll drift apart at some, and who knows... I hope it's enjoyable. Oh! and I'd really appreciate constructive criticism, or some simple comments.

I think i better explain a bit about what it's going to be about to try to give you a general view of the story. Mercy is a normal girl, well, most of her is. Her blood, the source of her sorrows will be the one to take her into an adventure that she'll loathe, or maybe...come to love later on. Murlough is just the man to bring her out of her normal life.

It's rated M because of the violence...and possible curse words that will probably appear here and there...i don't think any sexual content will be seen in this story.

PROLOGUE

It was a dark night; no stars could be seen through the clouds of smog that filled the skies, turning them a dirty black. Moorpark Street was silent, except for the buzz of the street lights around an old playground. And there I was, sitting on a broken bouncing horse with graffiti all over, long wavy weird hair hanging down my back, my eyes devoid of emotions, expression bored, you might say.

How many years had passed already? When was the last time I had been allowed to enjoy the simple life of a human? I just couldn't remember, I didn't even remember how old I was, maybe somewhere around 17, but almost anyone would have that problem if they were confined to darkness, dragged around like some kind of animal who provided food to their master whenever he felt like it, without the choice of protesting (or more like, without being able to help it, for protesting and screaming I had done various times). Yes, that's what I was, a magical food container that kept the food in perfect state, warm and flowing. Just food…

But out of everything that monster had made out of me, I would never forget how he had marked me and how he had forced me to learn to love pain just to go on without turning as demented as he was. Though I had to admit, I still felt sick and repulsed with myself whenever I moaned out after being cut up and blooded out. He found that annoying at first, but then enjoyed watching me squirm under his dirty claws.

-Mercy? –

I looked over my shoulder, the silhouette of the man that had ruined my life was the only thing noticeable in the darkness contrasting with the greenish yellow light that was surrounded by stupid bugs, condemned to die there, hitting themselves against its bright light bulb. I wondered why that light hadn't been popped by anyone yet…

-Hey bag of blood! You listenin' kid? –

I growled at him before turning away. The asshole, hadn't changed since the day he took me away, if even, he'd become more of a monster, a huge nuisance that enjoyed making me bleed to the verge of death. I heard him growl, and before I could do a thing, I had been thrown off my bouncy horsy, my head hit the ground with a sick thud; I could feel the gravel on the floor digging into my back. His hand tightened around my neck, coughing I looked into his red bloodshot eyes, my own teary from the strain of trying to breathe. He was smiling that sick smile of his that revealed how much of his reason he had lost, how much of a sick bastard he was becoming. I couldn't see him clearly in the darkness because of his brightly colored, reddish-purple skin. My hands quickly went to his wrists, digging my nails into his skin; I started to kick at him.

-Let go asshole! –

I strained out, closing my eyes tightly, I knew I wasn't going to die, he wouldn't be able to deal with it, but my mind wasn't one for reason. Moaning out when I felt him dig his own, dirty, red nails into the soft pale skin of my neck.

With a final grunt, he let go, licking the blood that dripped from the tips of his fingers with a needy expression, like that of a druggie consuming his lovely LSD. I lay there, staring at the still dark, dirty skies, screaming in my head out of desperation.

Closing my eyes yet again, I let unconsciousness momentarily flood me. How long would it be before sweet death would take me in its embrace and hold me in so that I could wait for my family in peace to join me? How I missed them, how I longed for some strength to run away from this bastard again(yes, again, I'd been trying to get away from him since the day he took me away, all ending in disaster), and this time for good?

I'll be uploading the next chapters later, hopefully they will be long enough... thanks for reading~