Disclaimer: I don't own anything nor do I make any money from this fanfic. Seriously.

A/N: Hello everybody!…I don't know what else to say. Oh, sorry that this is just the prologue. I'm going to update the first chapter soon. It's going to be longer, I promise. And if there are mistakes, well, English is not my native language so…yeah. :D Sorry. Enjoy!

P.S. this fic is loosely based on Kelley Armstrong's book 'the Summoning', if someone is wondering. :)

Flowers for Your Grave

Thirteen years earlier…

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Mom told me to never go into the cellar. And when she said never, she really meant never.

But she forgot to tell that to my new babysitter.

"Roxas?" Anna's voice drifted up from the cold cellar. "Your mommy said that your juice's in here, but I can't find it. Can you come here and help Anna?"

My legs were shaking badly and my arms shook, too, so much that I could barely hang on to the railing.

I closed my eyes and tried to breathe normally, thinking hard. Before Mom and Dad left for the party, I'd been watching TV in the living room. Mom had picked me up to a hug, laughing.

"Bye darling, be nice to Miss Anna, 'kay?" Mom whispered to my ear. "Sora's already sleeping and Cloud spends his night at a friend's house so it's just you and Miss Anna."

"Rox will be fine." Dad said as he ruffled my hair. "Right, buddy?"

And then they were gone. Leaving me with Anna.

"Roxas, I know you are there," Anna yelled. "Roxas!"

"I'm n-not a-allowed to g-go in the c-cellar," I called weakly.

"It's okay; I just gave you permission. You're already a big boy."

My throat was dry and I felt like the darkness was going to swallow me. I made my feet move down one step.

"Roxas Strife, come down now or I will drag you and trust me, you don't want that."

I swallowed. I took another step down.

"I won't hurt you. Come here, come here little one…"

That wasn't Miss Anna. That wasn't her voice.

"No sense of hiding…I'll always find you in the end."

"A-anna?" I whispered. Everything looked fuzzy, like I was going to cry. "M-miss Anna?"

"Come on, silly child. You aren't afraid of the dark, are you?" Anna laughed. "I guess you're still mommy's little baby after all."

I was finally standing at the bottom of the stairs. I could see the cellar door, so I kept my eyes on it and walked as fast as I could. "Anna?"

"I'm here, Roxas. Come here." Anna's muffled voice called through the door.

I reached my hand to the knob and yanked the door open. Inside, it was pitch black.

"Roxas?" Anna called from the darkness.

I was scared. So, so scared.

"…where are you? Tell me where you are."

"Roxas? Roxas honey, where are you?" It was Anna's voice, but far away, high pitched. Her footsteps pounded across the floor overhead. "Roxas!"

She was upstairs. She wasn't here. But if she wasn't here, then who called me? Who was here with me?

"I've got you."

I turned around slowly. There, standing bottom of the stairs stood a man in a black coat. His eyes glittered in the dark as he stared at me. He opened his mouth to show me his razor shaped teeth and the glistening saliva that dripped hungrily from his mouth.

"I've got you, Little One."