Disclaimer: nope. I don't own RK. (Wish I did though…. Does that count??)

A.N. I know that I'm not even close to finishing my other story but this story came out of the blue and I had to write it. This is just the prolog so it's going to be short.

The Rain

Chapter One: I will not be conquered….

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            The mud splattered upon my skirt as I walked to my home. Thunder crashed above me, frightening me enough so that I started to run, dropping my illuminated flower; my light. The rain soaked my coat and down to my skin. The rain felt like cold fingers running down my face. The rushing sound of the wind filled my ears and whipped my hair about my face. Then I saw it; my home.

            I ran up past the gate, up to the door. The door was locked and I felt around in my pocket for my keys. That's when I felt it; the feeling of being watched. That awful feeling that sent shivers down a persons' spine.

            I turned around slowly and let out a scream.

            A scream that filled the night.

            In front of me stood a man cloaked in black. His face obscured by darkness and rain. I moved to run and did. I ran into the woods behind my house. Leaves blew around my face confusing me. I felt like I was running in circles; felt like a hunted animal. Hunted by the amber-eyed fanged-one.

            As I ran I flirted with the idea of spreading my wings and flying away. I decided against the idea because if the fanged-one saw me, he would kill me on sight. Also because if he didn't kill me, flying in this weather would.

            Suddenly he was in front of me. I turned around to run when he caught my wrist. I was pulled back till I faced him; his amber eyes and fangs glinted in the dark. Lightning flashed up in the sky, showing his features; a mane of red hair and a cross-shaped scar on his left cheek. My eyes widened and every curse I knew I thought. I cursed the fates, the gods, everything. Mostly I cursed the fanged one in front of me.

            The Battousi.

            Infamous to all species. Killer of many of my kind, humans, and his own. The human children are told stories of him to warn them of the dangers of his kind and in a kind of awe for his unmatched power. His own kind, the fanged-ones (more commonly known as vampires), revere him but keep their distance. My own kind, after being largely decimated (around ½ of the species) during The Great War over a millennia ago, tends to stay away from the fanged ones in general. But He, we stay away from no matter what. My kind is now dwindling in numbers due to him. He has killed many of my kind; because of him only a few of us remain. Only around 150; many of whom are old and will be gone soon.

            I looked into his eyes. Even in the face of death, I will show no fear. I stood proudly, back straight and a look of determination dominated my face; I will be dominated by no one, not even him. I am Kamiya Kaoru, one of the last Guardians of the Light, known to humans as angels and I will not be conquered.

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A.N. Here's another story for you guys. I know my other isn't even close to being finished but I had to write this. I got this idea from an exercise we had to do in my English class. I hope you like it!