Sai: Hello everyone! Yes I'm still alive! Just too busy with all the travel projects. Hope you like this one. I wanted to make it just a one-shot but the story itself can't stop with just a one-shot so I've decided it would be a five shot instead. Oh, I plan to continue Cross Musical Academy come the December month so no worries for that story.
Disclaimer: Vampire Knight is not mine, no matter how hard I wish it was, huhu
Warnings: Character death and resurrection. Slight OOC, grammar mistakes and misspelled words.
Without further ado. On with the Prologue.
Echoes of the Past: Prologue
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At the very last moment she knew that she was falling…
Groaning, a pair of sienna eyes suddenly opened amidst the chaos spiraling around her. Blinking away her drowsiness she tried to stand up from where she laid. Yet she yelped as she could feel the muddy ground halted her from doing so. As she tried again to stand up using her arms. It was finally successful. Her white blouse now dirtied with the mud and the smell of the earth. Her worn out jeans now covered of the earth's skin.
As she concentrated on focusing her sight on her surroundings she found herself puzzled with it all. She was torn between being awestruck and terrified at the same time. For she was now standing at a ruined town. It's roads struck and the gravel cracked to oblivion. Her eyes widen much more as she could see bare trees that its once brown texture had become a charcoal black due to purple fires burning its still. Making the whole town light in a purple hue.
Bats were everywhere from the roof of all abandoned houses. To the electric posts in every corner. It was a pretty much a ghost town. Gulping, she treads slowly in to the town. The cold wind breeze startling her skin making icy chills go through her body. With that she hugged herself, eyes wary to the bats whose bleeding red eyes watched her every movement. Yet, that was what they did. They only watched.
She strode deeper into the town. It was far too quiet. Too quiet, that she could only hear the beating of her heart and the clicking sounds of her heals on the broken pavements of the town's street. Along the way she saw many cars that had seen better years, all of it was all rusts and decay. Some of the trees had fallen and had turned to nothing but cinders in their wake. What gave her whole body chills is the distant sound of fire igniting, creating a purplish flame. As she took a step and another one, she saw how beautiful it was and at the same time dangerous.
It peaked her interest much more as she got near to that mysterious object that had now danced and move in a way that it beckoned her to be closer and she did. As her hand slowly reached out that purplish glow of fire, knowing she shouldn't yet too hypnotized to even think for a moment. "Just one touch, wouldn't hurt" she thought trying to pacify the beat of her frantic heart.
Just one touch…
One proximity…
One mistake…
The purple light dispersed to millions turning to a feral glow, it's rays ever glowing and turning to the haze of violet. Swirling about as it embraced what cocooned her body was searing heat.
"GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! HU—RT-S!" she cried, as the heat explode and went deeper into her core. As she felt her consciousness about to slip away from this gruesome pain that had rendered her body to burn and submerged her to the flaming heat. She gaze at her hands turning to a burning crisp as she screamed in agony until she felt herself turning to the very thing the trees had become….
Ashes…
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God! The pain was excruciating as the same moment she felt her whole body burn to cinders, it was suddenly black and all she could felt was pins of needles pinching and injecting tremendous agony to her core. Her eyes were wide as she saw the ashes formed her legs, her whole body to her face and her mouth that released a scream until to her bloodshot eyes. It was horrifying…
Her whole body was like replaying what happened back then making her experience a form of rebirth, but it was a great suffering. As she relived yet again how her skin was burnt, her skin turning to crisp until it shaped up her body to its once glow as her dizziness made itself known, gravity edge on her and suffocated her until it stops as the shadowy blackness disappeared and revealed to her lying form the stone block tiles.
Groaning in pain she stood up, panting hard. "Wha—wha-what wa-wa-s-th-tha-that?" she trembled and found herself facing a crumbled debris of a fountain it's water smudged with mud and of broken twigs. Its designs cracked yet she could clearly see the four holes on its base that was missing something. It seems to be the center of all of this. Her eyes mimicking a distant echo that ringed in her mind. She noticed five things. The first was that on the left she saw an old house, next a university, next a big mansion and a church. The fifth one would be that the old house and the university were at the left side, the mansion and church on the right and at the north of the fountain was a huge gate, beyond it she could see blue lights directed to it from the hole in the sky. Curious what's behind that gate she head there and found a golden plaque at the gate's center. It says;
Lies caged you, the common thing would be that only the truth can free you…
Experience it all and be renewed…
Start with the old, to the years, to the frames and finally to the Cross…
Fail to do so, and become a body with no soul, no freedom, no release for eternity….
Those words sent shivers to her spine. Yet she frowned and concentrated on the the plaque's third line. "Start with the old, to the years, to the frames and finally to the Cross." She read aloud, contemplating upon it. The Cross is positively the church, the frames and the years were confusing, and she knew that much the old would have been the old house she saw that its foundation was nearing to its decay. "Better start with old then, I might find clues to the next statement. And maybe, I will also know where the hell am I." she planned, making her way to the steps leading to the old house. She halted in her steps as she felt lightning struck her and pull a chord on her heart as she just realized, that it is not only the question where am I that needed an answer but more importantly she needed the answer to the question of:
Who am I?
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"You gotta be kidding me." Said this lovely woman, her eyes frowning at the sight that greeted her. Yes, she knew that the place looked old, but this was too much. It looked like your typical haunted house with all the cracked windows and the rickety sounds of the wood. She was terrified that once she steps inside of the house it would fell apart. As her footsteps ringed through the pavement, she realized the place getting foggy.
Yui-chan….
"H-uh?" her voice quivered, for she was certain she heard a little boy's voice calling a certain name which she wasn't even sure if it was hers or just a trick of her mind. The fog seemed to understand her puzzlement and it just a few moments it cleared and was siphoned towards a wheel swing that hanged from a branch of the big tree whose leaves were now haphazardly laid on the dead grass, it was ironic dead leaves for a dead ground.
Her whole form shook as she was engulfed with a splitting headache as the fog shaped themselves into of a white cloud of a boy. Hand clutching her aching head and teary eyes gazing at the boy shaped from the fog. Her whole surrounding was like an earthquake tinged with the ringing echo making her suffer.
Have you forgotten me?
You mustn't forget me…
It voiced out making her clutch harder on her head. Panting heavily, her breath was having its breakdown as the fog boy she had decided to call it like that cried more.
You mustn't forget….
You were my friend….
The headache got worse as she stared at the boy it's closed foggy eyes opened revealing alluring lilac eyes.
You mustn't forget….
Her heart thumped rapidly as she had an inkling this was the calm before the storm. With that, she tried to compose herself. Planning to run inside the house, better to die in a rickety old house instead of a ghost that was surely eager to torment her.
YOU KILLED ME REMEMBER?! The ghost wailed that made her headache worsen. Such words were not befitting of a little boy's voice, yet it did its job right. She was creeped out. The ground beneath her shook synchronizing with the wail of this ghostly little boy. It was too much that she sprinted away from that ghostly apparition and immediately head inside the old house. She could still hear the boy's wail as the door closes behind her.
It was darkness inside, the boy's wail gone by now. She sighed in relief and tried to find any source of light yet found it immediately provided by none other than the moonlight. Yet it only shone in one part of the house which was just a table that got a bunch of pictures on it. Taking careful and cautious steps given the fact the house was too old to stand. What greeted her was pictures of a joyful family. One of the frames had the picture of a sandy blonde-haired man with glasses that had an arm over the shoulder of a very pretty woman with dark brown hair and sienna eyes. The couple she deduced was smiling happily as the man had a hand on the shoulder of a little girl that was at the center of the couple. The little girl had long brown hair and had her mother's sienna eyes. Looking at it now, the girl looked like her younger version that got her confused, frowning she look at the other picture frames and her sienna eyes landed on a particular picture where the little girl was clinging to someone she guessed to be her age. It was the picture that was different from the others for it was torn in half. The other part was not there rendering her to not know who the girl was with. Seeing a hand mirror on it she took it and place it on a small golden vase as she did that, the moonlight reflected upon it. She watched in awe as the light bounced off to reflect the other mirrors she did not know was placed conveniently at every corner. Thereby, illuminating the whole house. "Well, now that made it easy." She mumbled with sarcasm, not at all thinking that her pain is over. Whatever this place is, it was dead set on tormenting her at every turn. The light was directing her to go to the second floor of the house and she exactly did that. Taking every step slowly she ascends the staircase along with its rickety sound yet the lingering questios were still there to haunt her.
Will I escape this hell hole?
Who is that little ghost boy that feels so familiar?
Are the answers a step away?
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