• {{There are some Very noticeable grammatical errors, but I had not been able to go over it and correct them, so please, just correct them in your head or something. }}

    Prologue::

    I ran down the dark alleyway, my footsteps echoing in my ears and the sound of the light rain mimicked that of my heartbeat. Fast, out of pace, frantic even. "Help!" It seemed my lungs were failing me and I could not find my voice. I was like a child lost in the woods, and the only thing around me where buildings and the sky above.

    My long trench coat seemed to be slowing me down, so I quickly discarded it, leaving it behind me. My hand gripped the cross that clung to my wet skin that was visible due to the fact my shirt was slightly unbuttoned. I'm going to die. Vivid images raced through my head that I couldn't seem to shake. Turn after turn, I still couldn't find a way out, the noise from the building where my brother and I's Eighteenth birthday was being held, had long faded away into nothingness, and I was alone, but not alone.

    "My my, such a pretty face." A luring voice whispered in my ear, and I nearly tripped on a turned over trash can, the Italian accent of the women still fresh in my mind, had I not been so scared, I would have found it attractive. "A shame, isn't it, Incantare?" What? It was as if the lady was right beside me, and as I turned, I was right. A young beautiful woman was next to me, running with me as if she were taking a slow walk on the beach, she was flawless, her every trait seemed perfect, except her eyes, her eyes were like a hungry beast ready to feed, and I soon fell to the ground, my face scraping against the wet pavement, the pain was nearly excruciating.

    "Please, please, no." I begged even before I got the chance to turn over and face her. My eyes opened out of pure curiosity as I finally turned over on my back to face the predator that I saw only seconds ago. "Ple-"
    I was caught off guard when I saw not one, but three people standing before me, two men that could have been mistaken for movie stars, and the girl whom caused me to fall without even touching me.

    She opened her mouth and smiled, her pearly white teeth glistened in the moonlight, and her skin looked as if it were made of smooth granite stone, and the whitest of paint. Part of me wanted to reach out and touch her, but the other part made me want to run. "Lascia appena per ucciderlo già, sorella." I stood still stunned, as the shorter boy to her left spoke, he seemed to be younger then me, his tone was young but mature at the same time, and he seemed to be speaking in... Italian? Yes, it was, I could only make out a few words t hat I had learned in my three years of studying it, and those were enough to get me back on my feet.

    Kill me? I could feel myself trembling and I turned around, to only come crashing into what I thought was a wall. My face hurt even more then it had moment ago. When I looked up, I was face to face with the other male, he was slightly taller then me, maybe about Five Ten, but he seemed more intimidating then the one whom suggested they kill me. His wavy short hair was stuck to his face, and in his pitch black eyes, all I could see was a reflection of myself, and I felt like I was caught in a web, and I had no way of escaping. I was trapped in something I had no way of getting out of. My mind kept flashing with undesirable images of my death, blood, and the girl. Why?

    I shut my eyes tight, clenching the crucifix my mother had given to me in my hands, and I prayed like I never had before, reciting every verse that popped up in my head, and I felt a freezing hand slide across my opened wound that was fresh on my cheek. I was scared, but my eyes opened anyways, and I stared up at the young lady again, her waist long blonde fell over my face, blocking the rest of the world out. I was staring at her, and she was staring back at me. "This won't hurt, and, stop crying, I like it better when my food doesn't make me feel bad I ate it." I hadn't even realized I was crying. A sudden image of my brother and I playing in the field when we were younger appeared in my head. I could almost feel the bright sun beating down on my asking a sharp pain ran up the side of my neck, a slow sucking sound played like a lullaby in my ear. I could slowly feel myself drifting further away from reality.

    "Hey! You!"

    "Dobbiamo andare!" I wanted to ask them where they had to go, the young male voice rang again, and I finally opened my eyes, the girl was looking around frantically, blood was dripping from her lips, and she let me go, but before I hit the ground, they were all gone. I turned my head slowly, looking towards the torches and crowd of blurs moving closer to me. My head felt like I was in a cloud, and my body felt as stiff as a rock. Suddenly, my whole body felt as if it were being engulfed in a fire straight from hell itself, but I couldn't move, and I couldn't scream. As I laid there in pain, dying from what it felt like. I remembered from that day on January 3rd, 1928, to be the day I was born, and the day I died.