A/N: This is just the prologue, so it's separate from the rest of the story & is the only part that isn't told from Sydney's POV. So I hope you get the gist of the story. It's going to be romance and a little murder mystery that brings our protagonists (Sydrian) together.
It starts off a little slow but I promise it gets better if you read on!

P.S- Shortest prologue ever, I know.

{This is an AH+AU story.}

Disclaimer: I unfortunately do not own these amazing characters & all rights go to Richelle Mead, with whom I have no affiliation with whatsoever.

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PROLOGUE

"Goodnight, my love"

"The tired old moon descending. Goodnight, my love.
My moment with you is now ending."

There were voices, but they were almost completely drained out by the sound of the music. The old and raggedy record player screeched.
This was not the kind of music he listened to, and he never used that rusty, ram shackled record player.

The housekeeper decided to go check on her employer, he was probably drunk again. Thinking of an ex flame and drowning his sorrows in music that was beyond his comprehension as usual. She started to make her way up the spiral stairway, the mansion was gloomy and dark at this time of the day, the first of the day's light was yet to make its emergence.

There was a sudden foul smell—attacking her nostrils and leaving her perplexed.
She took a few cautious steps towards the room to regard for the stench.

Her screams must've echoed all throughout the mansion, perhaps even further.
Stepping into the room had been a mistake; she could feel its icy gesture as the air adjusted around her. It was sprawled on the ground and covered in crimson.

Its face was disfigured, whoever this man had once been, was now reduced to a pulp.
There was too much blood. How could there be so much blood from one body?
Before she could form another singular thought, she came to the realization that the source of the music had also been from that very room.

A record was playing on the table a few steps away from the corpse.
The housekeeper shuddered as she managed to catch the eerie yet mesmerizing tune of Dean Martin's voice.

"The stars above have promised to meet us tomorrow.
'Til then my love, how dreary the new day seem.
So for the present dear we'll have to part."