Her Glasgow was nearly finished, these damn knights have been following her non stop, firing away with their harkens and assault rifles, doing their best to catch up.

Kallen Stadtfeld was doing her level best to not die at the hands of the purists, the entire operation to steal poison gas was a total disaster. Her knightmare was damaged so badly she didn't know how it was even functioning.

Her Glasgow rounded a corner, then used her kraken to swing to the other side, propelling herself down the street and past another corner, with any luck her pursuers would go the wrong way... Her one armed Glasgow was spent. She took several deep, long breaths. She was covered in sweat.

She did not notice that roughly a Kilometer down the road to her right, that a Sutherland with a sniper rifle had seen her, and took aim.

Before she knew what was happening, her knightmare was blown off its feet, the cockpit going red with emergency lights, and blood, her frame fell over, and her cockpit cracked open.

Blood began to leak from her mouth and she began to cough, she slowly looked down in horror and her eyes watered when she saw a large shard of metal buried in her ribcage.

She closed her eyes and began to cry... this was the end for her, wasn't it?

A trio of Britannian soldiers made their way to the frame, 2 of them went to check the status of the pilot while the third covered them.

The first one looked inside the cracked cockpit.

"Hah, its a chick, pretty nice one too, think we should have some fun with her before we blow her brains out?" One of the asked the other.

"She's a fucking eleven, we can do what we want, I love my job."

"What the fuck are you talking about? Its standard protocol to take her prisoner and you want to rape her, then kill her!? The fucks wrong with you two!?" The third one, whom was covering them yelled in disgust.

The other two looked at each other before pointing their guns at him, and he stepped back in surprise. His own men where about to murder him.

That was until the hands of one of them was forcibly removed, the ligaments turning into blood and gore almost instantaneously. They all screamed in surprise, and one in pain, before the second one could react, his head met the same fate, his helmet was shattered and his head painted the street. His body fell back off the knightmare. That was when the first one was finished off, a giant hole punched straight through his BDU and organs spilling out of the gaping wound. Blood erupting like a volcano from the wound.

The third one could only stand there in shock, before something quickly hit a nerve at the base of his neck, he instantly went to sleep, falling to the ground, knocked out cold.

After it was all said and done, a black cloaked figure walked up to the knightmare, climbed on top, and looked inside. The figure was wearing almost all black. Black jeans, black cloak, black hood, black boots, black gloves, his sweater underneath and his shirt where black as well, the only white thing was his socks.

Kallen felt lighter than air, she could feel herself being picked up and moved, very gently in fact. Did one of her friends find her? As her blood continued to leak from her body she was sure it would take a miracle to save her at this point. Her consciousness began to fade, but before she could lose herself to darkness completely, she felt someone remove the offending shard of metal, and she heard a voice.

"I can save you, but it will cost you, from now on, a different providence, a different time, a different life is what awaits you, quickly, your life is fading and time is short, I need an answer."

She didn't care, her life was fucked up already, and she didn't want to die.

"I... want... to live." The hoarse reply was followed by a cough, blood flying from her lips as she cried, even after numbing from blood loss the pain was horrific.

"So be it." The voice faded, and she felt something pressed to her lips, a liquid entered her mouth, it tasted of iron, and it was warm, she didn't know what it was, but she hoped it helped all the same.

When she awoke, she was surprised she was still alive to do so. She waited for a quick stab of pain from the horrific wounds she sustained earlier, but it didn't come. She opened her eyes to find herself staring at a cream colored ceiling, she sat up, looking down at herself, she was covered in blankets, and the pillow her head was resting on wasn't bad either. She slowly pulled the covers back and observed her body.

Not a scratch, she was in her underwear, meaning someone had changed her out of her clothes. Her cheeks brightened to a lovely shade of red at the thought. But she ran her hand all the way down her chest to her taut stomach, nothing, no injury to speak of, her skin was nearly flawless.

But there was no way what happened was all just a dream, she could remember the mission, the vivid pain, the voice... it was all too real... that voice, who was it? It wasn't anyone she knew, she could tell that much, she decided to get up, looking around the room as she did so. The walls where the same color as the ceiling, the room itself was rather Spartan, a few pieces of furniture but there was nothing special about it. She opened a wooden door, peeking out into the hallway.

To her right where some more doors, one was probably a bathroom, one was more than likely another bedroom, however, the door across from her was unsettling, it was locked with multiple bolts, and had chains in front of it. She raised her eyebrows at this.

'Strange.' She stepped out into the hallway and looked to her left, she could see a dining table and a window with the blinds closed, she decided to walk there, looking around as the room opened up, to the left, an exit door, and the kitchen, to the right, a small living room with a TV and a couch.

She heard someone clear their throat behind her. She turned around quickly to see a black cloaked man he was holding a pair of black shorts and T-shirt. She raised an eyebrow, then looked down at herself, her envy inducing... make that hormone inducing if the observer was male... body on display with only her 2 most prominent assets held by her white bra and panties.

She squeaked, her cheeks blazing red, she grabbed the garments out of the figures hands and ran back to the room she woke up in.

She came out, fully dressed a minute later. She went back to the living room, seeing the person that saved her was playing solitaire.

"Uh, are you the one that saved me?"

"Yes." The simple, calm answer came, the person was definitely male.

"Umm, thank you, for everything, I don't know how to repay you."

"Trust me, you don't want to be thanking or paying me, I saved your life, but like I said, it was at a cost I couldn't control, I told you it would be a different providence, a different time, a different life."

"My life has been a hectic shit-show for the past seven years, I can handle a curveball, but if you could tell me exactly what you did I would be grateful."

"If I told you then you would think I'm crazy, do me a favor, flex your gums if you can."

She did as asked, she could feel something strange pop out alongside her teeth, she raised an eyebrow, and walked over to the bathroom, and took a glance in the mirror with her mouth open.

Fangs, she had fangs...

She let out a high pitched shriek.

Lelouch sighed.

A/N Happy Halloween ya fuck-sticks. Its vampire Lelouch X vampire Kallen with this supernatural twist of fate in code geass on the day of fright, this is only the prologue, so don't worry more will come soon, I am also going to upload a new chapter of Code Knightmare in a day or so.