Prologue: Len Kagamine

Len didn't know where he was at the moment. He didn't care. His throat was burning and dry, his pale limbs moving with less grace and more desperation than usual. He was distinctly aware of every warm body in his territory, even as he leaped over the many green shapes. Squirrels...Rabbits...Deer...It'salltoosmall!He growled, dropping from the trees and closing his eyes, just listening.

"Ugh, I hatethe woods!" The woman's voice complained from a kilometre away. His eyes snapped open, legs moving him in her direction long before he decided that he should go that way.

As always, there was a blur in his mind, the primal state of feeding taking over. The warm body was getting closer, its blood flowing loudly enough to be heard even at that distance. There was a soft yelp, then the warmth of nourishment flowing down his parched throat. The red wine was just too intoxicating; he couldn't reclaim control of his body, couldn't stop. But it was so good, why stop…

He didn't even realize how quickly it had happened. In what seemed like an instant, all that was left in his arms was a lifeless form, the heat leaving it as quickly as it had left him. He remembered that; he didn't want to make them suffer that same way for his sake. He began to kneel, to place the corpse on the ground and leave as quickly as possible.

The something ran into him. Something warm and alive, and crying pitifully.