June 15, 1685 England

The cooling breeze brushed against Sylars pale clamy skin, his eyes fixed on the large oak tree outside his window decorated in the night sky. He watched as the angry grey clouds began rolling in forming a think blanket over head, the smell of rain whipped through the air threatening to spill upon earths surface. Sylar stood in the west wing of his so fifty acre estate in a dark and hall where the only light that shown peeked through the crakes of the old wooden door behind him; His beloved let out fustrated sobs and muffled screams with every push. The muscles In his body seemed to tense with every passing momment and with it time began to creap rather slowly, until a new cry emminated through the corridors just as the first droplets of rain fell to the earth.

Time picked up once more, and the world fell out its sluggish rotation. Sylar waited silently for conformation from one of the few nurses, to tell him he could go ahead and see his new family; he exhauled slowly willing himself to relax. Not soon enough did the large door creak open spilling the light it held captive through the corridor and into his path. Once the hall was lit, the nurse stood in the doorway her white nurses uniform hung losely on her old bones and the mixture of blond and grey hair swept up into a bun under her matching hat. Once she spotted Sylar she took in his curious hazel eyes, perfectly arched brows and long dark mane pulled back into a thick braid; her heart broke for him, he was dashing.

The nurse took two steps towards him and before she said anything he smelled it, the scent was faint but growing more and more with every passing second. The woman before him wouldn't smell it yet, but Sylar would know the smell of death anywhere. All was quite as the despair and emptiness swallowed him leaving only a numbing calm that not even the nurse would notice.

It all seemed so foreign to him, he couldnt process the words she was saying, her voice was a low buzzing sound in his head. It took an unnecessary amount of energy to focus but he finally made sence of what she was saying. "Were unsure how, but the baby seemed to have brocken Lucinda's spine and three ribs. When we finally got the baby out her lungs were collapsing, we kept her breathing long enough for her to see her baby. She named the child Kagome." Sylar's sorrowful daze broke at the mention of his baby girls name. Without a second thought or hestitation he pushed pass the woman just as the other nurses were leaving.

The rain beat down on the earth with no sign of letting up, he could almost hear her light voice whispering to him about "her god" she loved so much that she sold her soul for. On stormy nights like this she would pray, she said when it rained it was a sign that "her god" was at war and the crackles of thunder and lightening was Lucifers army fighting Gods angels. She would go on to say that an angel from the battle would go down to earth and seek pure souls to go and fight the battle along side God. When the thunder stoped and it rained heavy she told me it was Gods tears; he cried for his children, for all his creations that suffered, he cried for the souls he was taking from loved ones to come "home" and fight to save billions of lives, to save the living to keep paradise.

Some God. What kind of God took a mother from her new born child? Her God knew no real pain, real pain was losing the women you loved and knowing your the person who stamped the experaction date. Pain was knowing it was your fault for falling for a human let alone one with a holy purposes to slay your kind, then you screwed her over when she found out she was pregnant. Pain was letting her talk you into keeping human during her pregnancy because she didn't want immortality. Pain was starring down at her cold motionless body instead of her warm smile and rosey cheeks; cursing yourself for doing this to her, and for nottelling her how much you loved her. Real pain, real heart ache waslooking at your baby girl and knowing she would never know her mother, would never forgive him for what he had done to her. No "her God" didn't even give him five minutes with her, he didn't understand, and he sure didn't brace him for this. Her God was heartless, he sure didn't know real pain, he created it. If anything God himself should be punished, he was just as bad as the creatures who he fought, who he created. Her great and powerful God never really appealed to Sylar, and now as he stared at the sleeping child in her basinet and he picked her up carefully he swore that no bogyus God would take the most important person in his life.

Staring at her small face as he ran his thumb across her cheek, he wished Lucinda were here to see their daughter. It was like she was human she didn't even have the red blood hungry eyes that most new borns had, she was in a word perfect. "Kagome" he whispered, as If he had guessed her name right her green eyes focused in on his face, there was a certain pull about her, maybe it was the thick black lashes, curly dark mess or hair, or the small smile that graced her lips. Her tiny hands reachedfor his face, curiously Sylar leaned into her touch, his eyes fixed on hers and for a momment he could have sworn he saw Lucinda smiling back at him, and with a blink of his eye she was gone. Kagome yawned in his arms, the little squeak of her voice making Sylar swell with pride, he sat down in one of the rocking chairs slowly pushing himself forward and backwards, his eyes fixed on his little girl as her eyes drifted close. Once her breathing became even, he made a silent promise to Lucinda, that no matter what he would protect her. Even if that ment she would be human.

-12 years later-

I sat in my garden under the stars of the moon, spring had come and I spent most of my time sitting and watching the world go by. I was the youngest of my father's children and the only one who wasn't a vampire (I know hard to believe, well believe it because I don't have fangs or super fast movement). The wind blew the warm air throw my, mid black length, hair causing it to fly around me in a frantic rush. I could feel a storm coming and I knew I had about an hour but dismissed the thought staring into the night that was my garden, watching the flowers sway to the beat of the midnight breeze and the river sing a calm and gentle song for me. Once I was sure it was late enough, I called to my brother in a soft tone knowing he'd hear me with his advanced hearing from where ever he was around our Kingdom. He advanced slowly always cautions not to startle me in his lightning fast momentum; there was no emotion evident on his breath taking features that I could decipher.

Arazuko is two years older than me, and his tall stature dark shaggy hair that fell over his crystal blue eyes with the small tinge of red around the edges, which I could have sworn wasn't there before struck something in me, something that made me uneasy. Mixed with his long dark lashes that swept across his creamy pail skin and those thin lips, that were always in the same straight line, made my brother the ideal hunter. Unlike myself, Zuko is a full demon, father says he's the only other child born without vampire blood. I on the other hand, followed in my mothers foot steps and became Gods voice, and at the age of six he gave me the gift of holy powers in order to destroy the demons that threatend any of his creations, so I am in a word "human". I stared at my brother as he stared back into my eyes, something was on his mind and it troubled me, but knowing Zuko would n't answer any of questions even if i begged him. If something was on his mind I would be the last to find out, I guess you could say we had a common cause of communication failure.

"I want to have a training session before it rains, I don't want to have tea with my sisters." I spoke in my casual tone eyeing brother trying to see beyond his shield that kept him guarded. Brother knew why I never favored spending time with my sisters; they were full blood vampires, while I looked more like a snack than family. Zuko simply nodded and took my hand and with a burst of speed he was running and I was on his back. It didn't take long but I did enjoy when brother ran with me. In the time it took me to think of a way ask him about his ordeal we were there, a small clearing on a cliff brother and I found it last year in our attempt to play a normal game like tag, obviously the person with super speed and a keen nose won.

Zuko prepared himself for the duel while I changed into a pair of shorts and a t-shirt; I tied my hair up into a sluggish bun and grabbed my sword.

"Come now Kagome, father will be looking for us soon and you know how he feels about your disapearing acts. So lets get started before the hair gets to heavy." Zuko spoke urgently while positioning himself in front of me. We stared at each other until the first crack of thunder when the clouds began to cry and the tears landed on my blade. By the second furious roar he was gone out of my sight but I knew he had to be close by; I stood still scanning the trees watching for any movement or rustle of the bushes. 'I really wish I could smell his scent, it would make this so much easier.'

I concentrated on my aura letting it spread out around me and sure enough Zuko launched himself at me; with a quick step in the opposite direction of his attack I managed to block his sword with my own, but ring of the clashing swords slightly bothered me. I charged at him blocking his attacks and while he effortlessly blocking my own. Left, right, under, right, over, step back, under swing, back flip, and attack.

With a swift strike I was on my knee's clutching my arm, I only realized now how hard it was raining and how wet and dirty I was; usually I would be more concerned about this, dad would be outraged and give me the talk about the proper girl. Zuko stood a good foot away, sword at his side and blood dripping from the tip of the blade. Brother had never cut me, he always managed to pin me down so I wouldn't get hurt, but now here he was standing before me with eyes beckoning for me to stand and attack again. My hair had come out of its sloppy bun and made it a little hard for me to see.

"Zuko you cut me, why are you just standing there? Help me. It hurts!" I cried out.

"Get up Kagome, strike back; you know your adversary will never show you any mercy. Now MOVE!" the tone in his voice brought back the worry I felt when he came to the garden. What was wrong with him? It scared me he never yelled at me like that.

I stood up and winced at the movement, watching carefully as the blood streamed down my arm and dripped dwon my finger tips. Before I could go into a state of full panic, Hee had me pinnedup against a tree; the shipped around us furiously and the impact left me winded and shocked. Zuko had one of his hands to my throat and the other which once clutched the damned sword that cut me, hung by his side in a fist, whilst the blade lay on the ground smaering my blood into a puddle was just inches from him.

"Zuko, stop get off me please brother, I don't want to do this anymore!" I shrieked frantically, he moved his hand his side and placed it on my bleeding arm. But his grip was not one of caution or soothing, it was hard and rough, he squeezed hard draining the feeling from it while I screamed out in pain. My mind was racing and my body felt as if it were on fire. 'Why is he hurting me, what have I done to him to be treated so cruel?' With my good hand I punched Zuko with as much force as I could summon up, I heard a crack and I didn't have to look at my hand to know I had broken my knuckles. The pain was unbearable and the fire in my blood was rushing faster now, my heat was beating as fast as a bee's wings.

Zuko sighed and tossed me to the ground, a low growl escaping his lips. I pushed myself off the ground as my eyes narrowed at him, the sharp pain in my side becoming unbearable until I finaly realized the cuts on my stomach that bled slowly. My vision was becoming hazy but I stood up trying to look strong but knowing I was the weaker didn't help. I wanted to fight back, I wanted to be stronger, but I couldn't even summon my holy powers, I was so weak and fragile. I was human. "I can help you just give in, I can make you stronger and unlock your gift." The womans voice spoke to me, and it ecohed in my head. Till I finally realized the voice was my own but different.

I didn't hesitate before I asked what I should do. "Come to me" the voice said in it enchanting voice. One last rush of fire flooded throw my veins and a barrier sheilded me from the rain, my body went numb but the look in Zuko's eyes still scared me, they were a deadly bloody red that focused on me. I felt control slip from between my fingers just as the blood took over and my body started to shut down, I closed my eyes and felt the earth race up to meet me.