Author's Note: Working on it, guys. c: I needed a story to lead up to the main one. :3

The first thing.. I noticed.. was probably the blood. There was blood.. everywhere. It stained the floor, the furniture, even the walls. Splattered like red paint against the white. And the smell.. it reeked like rust, and.. what, rotten eggs? It was hard to even think straight. And the thinking only got harder when my eyes dropped to the living room rug, and saw my parents. My mom's throat was hacked to bits, the only sign of life remained to be the steady flow of her scarlet secretions. My step dad had been.. disemboweled. His insides were strewn from the front door, all the way to the bottom of the staircase. His pale blue eyes stared sightlessly up at me, partially hidden by his cracked glasses. My mother's eyes were glazed.

"MOM!"

I shrieked, leaping over John's corpse. Their blood soaked through my white socks, making soft slapping noises on the wooden flooring as I dropped to my knees, staring at her. Her lower lip quivered, and a hoarse noise slipped out from her torn apart throat. She.. she was alive!

"M-Mom, stay with me, please? I'll get help."

I whimpered, hands feverishly brushing back her blood soaked hair. My hands were stained red as I raced over to the kitchen, grasping my cellphone, which I'd accidentally left on the iPod dock before I went to bed. As soon as I had it safely in my palm, I spun around, dialing 911. My thumb lingered over call, but froze, when I finally spotted the looming figure leaning against the couch. My concentration was broken as his hands connected, giving me a very leering, and slow clap.

"Well done, thinking about police helping her, but.. there's no saving her, Darian."

I stood like a stone, thumb still lingering over call, but unmoving. Gabriel leaned against the couch, stained with blood. But.. it wasn't his blood. He bore no wounds. His beautiful blue eyes were stained a hideous black, which stretched all the way across the whites as well. He grinned devilishly, and I took a shaky step back.

"Gabe.. you.. you did this?"

My little brother shrugged his shoulders idly.

"Ah, guilty. But, yes and no. Gabe didn't do this. I'm not Gabe. I'm only in his meat suit."

My throat convulsed as I forced myself to swallow, blinking slightly as I stared at him. A single word slipped through my lips, which felt like knives slashing at my chest.

"Why?"

His lips pursed, eyebrows raised. He was completely at ease, arms loosely crossed over his chest.

"Because. They stood.. in your way."

His head cocked, brows furrowed in an almost concerned expression, though a dark smile tugged at his lips.

"I know what you are Darian. You are the only one I have ever had the pleasure of meeting."

He eased closer, and I gasped, ducking away from him, and running toward the kitchen doorway. I slipped, on a pool of my mother's blood, falling onto my face. I uttered a belly deep groan, and winced at the sharp pain running up my arm from landing on my elbow. My mom had stopped moving, and her eyes were glassy. I.. was too late. Anger, like bitter bile, rose in my throat, turning around as Gabriel sauntered forward, slowly, taking his time. His gaze flickered over me, as if he admired the blood staining my shirt and skin.

"You know nothing about me!"

I snarled, scrambling to my feet, and leaping toward the staircase. Gabriel didn't move, only watched me scramble out of his gaze, with a smug look on his face.