Alright... it's been forever since I have posted on Fanfic, so please pardon me if I'm a bit off. Chapters will be relatively short because school work will limit me from really writing anything with any length to it. But, long or short, I do hope you enjoy, and I hope you review ;D

Prologue

The wisps of air danced from his nose as he exhaled, the cold air biting fiercely against his warm breath. He tightened his grip on the tree trunk, his nails digging into the wood. His being on the thick limb below him shadowed itself in the dark of the canopy above. The sword that hung from his waist clanked once against the bark before he grasped the hilt tightly, silencing any further clamoring. The wind blew, his hair streaming behind him in glimmering crystalline tresses, the leaves whispering to each other is a rustle of nature's diverse language. The ears perched atop his head repositioned themselves, one to the target, the other listening to the hush of the forest. He breathed deeply through his nose, white air billowing from his mouth, gliding across his fangs smooth as dancers. He could smell them.

Alive.

A soft growl reverberated within his chest and a snarl pulled at the edges of his lips. A thousand fatal scenes played through his mind like a movie, his anger growing as his mind motivated his hatred. The disgusting smell of their skin filled his nose relentlessly. Foul. Weak. Pathetic. He could smell the pulsations in their blood as the scent would strengthen for moments at a time. He despised the very essence of them.

Kill them, his mind hissed and a snarl ripped through his chest, his claws embedding themselves into the wood as he fought for his composure. Oh, how he wished to take them out now. Fulfill the horrors his mind ran before him.

But now was not the time. His orders were simple. Watch them, memorize their every move.

So he waited. He fought the rippling in his muscles that fought to seek them out. His nose twitched violently as he monitored their positions. He leapt from his position and danced his way through the trees, his feet barely touching the limbs he landed on. The rustle of the leaves concealed the cacophony of his movements. The horrid smell grew, and he knew he was drawing nearer. The burning in his chest built and the images in his mind ran faster and faster, the demonic reel like a movie in fast-forward before his eyes. But he could see them all clearly. Craved them all fiercely.

He halted himself sharply on a limb, his nails ripping harshly into the tree as he secured his grasp. He shrouded himself in the last of the shadows of the forest. A clearing consumed itself with sunlight, threatening to reveal him.

And there he saw them. His eyes burned a startling amber in the remains of the shadows as he watched them.

Yes. He could smell it: the blood in their veins, the ignorance of their being, their death that hung imminent over them. The time was close, their death drew nearer.

His mouth pulled up into a smirk. The demon inside him craved their blood, but he could wait for now, he could sate the monster within just long enough. Their death was close, and he could wait that long.

After all, it would be worth it.