I am a terrible person, I know. I know that I should be finishing MITD but I kind of got a better plot with this story. It's all outlined and I really am planning to finish it - eventually. So, read it and yell at me later ^.^

All characters belong to Sega except my OCs.

Prologue

I'd never thought about what my last words would be. I'd never thought about what I'd say to my parents if I were to stare at them and know that this was possibly the last time I would see them. I'd never thought about what I'd do when my last day came upon me. If anything, I tried so hard not to think about any of that. I always tried to keep hope alive. Hope for a better day – hope for another day. Even now, as I lay here curled up in my closet, I still had hope. I had hope that my parents would make it out of this house alive. I had hope that our neighbors would get help for us. I had hope that our attackers may give us mercy.

Knock Knock

A casual banging began to surface at my bedroom door, causing me to press my palm tighter against my mouth. My father had told me to run upstairs, lock the doors, hide, and don't make a sound. He'd always been good at knowing what to do in horrifying situations – he'd fought in the war so of course he had to know. I don't think he ever wanted to put that certain skill back to work though. From the sound of the news that dreadful morning of the raid, I could see in his eyes the fear and desperation that he must've held in the war. But not just for himself anymore – for his family. He had tried so hard to keep us safe and now…now only God knows what had happened. Another tear fell down my face at the thought of what those monsters could've done to my parents. Due the deadly silence in my room, I could hear all that was going on around the house. I had heard the destruction of furniture, the screams of agony, and the almost quiet whispers of our attackers. I tried hard not to mentally picture what was going on but I found it difficult not to. They were destroying everything – that was a known fact.

My breath got caught in my throat as I heard my door slowly creak open. I pressed my hand hard against my mouth as my body tensed up in its position. I listened intently as soft footsteps slowly entered my room. "Amy," I heard his taunting voice say. "Amy… Come out, come out wherever you are." The casual sound of his voice reminded me of an older, peaceful time. My mind flashed back to my little seven year old self as I ran across the grass in my big backyard to the big oak tree to hide behind. Another tear slid down my face as the nostalgia and sadness of the simple time washed over me. Times had always been happy…so why now was everything turning so somber? "I'm going to find you sooner or later," he continued to sing. "And when I do…we can play…"

My other hand clenched down on the gun that had grown heavy as I waited here…anticipating my death. My father had given the gun to me before he sent me up to hide. He tried to convince me that it would buy me some time to run away or to distract them. He tried to give me some type of fighting chance against these…these monsters. But we all knew that there was no fighting chance against them. We were all doomed the second they broke into our home.

The footsteps that had been circling the perimeter of my room stopped suddenly – right in front of my closet door. I quietly moved my fingers around the trigger of the gun as I pressed my hand harder against my mouth. I mentally sent a plea to whatever upper power was deemed to lie in the sky. I begged for forgiveness and peace and no pain. I begged for my parent's entrance into a better life – for all of the lost souls' entrance into the power's mercy. I begged that he would go away…that he would leave me alone…that I would survive.

I didn't even have time to sign my name on my silent plea before I suddenly heard my closet door get ripped off its hinges. My eyes widened as I stared at the open space, his tall silhouette standing in the middle of it. I thanked God that my closet was big enough so that I could curl up into the side. I also thanked God that it was messy and therefore I could shield myself from being seen. Hopefully, he would be blinded by the overwhelming scent of perfume on my clothes and wouldn't be able to find me back here. Hopefully, he wouldn't look this way at all.

From my view in the corner, I could see his glowing ruby eyes analyzing the interior of my closet. The sight of them evoked more than just fear into my stomach. I'd never believed that there were true monsters in this world. I'd always thought that it was a bunch of bologna and cheese. There was no such thing as vampires or werewolves or witches or any of that. On that dreadful day with the news playing on our television, portraying the chaos that had come upon the world, I was in for more than just a reality check. I held my breath as his rubies slowly turned their gaze in my direction. "I know you're in here," he sang. "Come out; come out, before I drag you out." My finger tightened on the gun trigger as his glowing rubies scrutinized the darkness. I swear my stomach dropped as our eyes connected and the shadow of a wicked smile appeared on his lips. "There you are."

I didn't have time to react before I felt his cold hands grab my ankles and whip me out onto my wooden floor. The whole course of the action had happened in maybe less than a second, leaving me both stunned and caught off guard. Luckily, my hand didn't lose the gun. I quickly turned off of my stomach to sit up and point the gun up at him. I managed to pull the trigger before he could even take a step towards me. The bullet hit him right in his chest but as expected, it didn't hurt him. He didn't even seem stunned at the attack. If anything, he seemed amused. "Ah, someone really wants to play, hmm," he mused. He took another step towards me, his wicked smile growing. I pulled the trigger again and again and again as I scooted backwards towards the door. None of the bullets affected him. He merely ignored them and resumed stalking closer to me. Once I was out of bullets, I glanced back to see that I was right near the doorway. Without thinking, I jumped up from the floor and made a lunge for the hallway.

I couldn't even finish my step before strong hands grabbed my waist and I was flung onto my bed. "Naughty girl," he sang as I heard the door slam shut. "Now where do you think you were going?" I turned over to see that he was hovering over the side of my bed now, his head cocked slightly on an angle. In a nanosecond, he was on top of me. His cold hands were pinning my wrists down over my head, his long legs straddling my hips. His head hovered over mine, our faces inches apart. His rubies were analyzing my emeralds, anxiously waiting for me to say something more to entertain whatever little game he thought we were playing. The light of the moon hit the side of his face, emphasizing the beauty that he always had. Tears brimmed my eyes as I looked up into his blood lust glazed eyes and remembered the care free ice blue ones that once were present there.

"Please," I murmured. "Please don't do this."

"Don't do what, Amy," he sang my name cautiously. He dropped his head down lower so that our lips brushed as he spoke. "What don't you want me to do?" A shiver ran down my spine at the feel of his soft, cold lips. If circumstances were different, the shiver might've been due to something other than fear. If circumstances were different, then this would have been an actual game and we both would be enjoying it. We'd both be laughing, teasing each other, fighting back the butterflies from how close we were against each other... But circumstances weren't different.

"Don't kill me," I whimpered. One of his cold hand slid down my slim arm, sending trickles of a cold sensation behind. His hand lightly touched my cheek, caressing it softly. For a moment, his ruby eyes softened.

"Oh Ames…" he whispered. "Think of how beautiful all will be once this is over. Once I do what I want…"

"Please," I murmured again as a tear fell down my eye. "Please don't…don't hurt me." He moved his head over so his cold lips now trailed against the side of my jaw. My breath hitched in my throat as I felt his sharp teeth lightly graze my skin. "Scourge please…"

"Hmm, you smell so good," he whispered as his nose fell into my neck and he inhaled deeply. "I wonder if your blood tastes as good."

"Scourge, stop! Please stop! We're best friends, remember? You don't want to hurt me. You promised that you would never hurt me."

"In a past life I did," he murmured against the skin on my neck. "But this is a new era, Amy; old promises are long expired." His surprisingly warm tongue flicked out at my neck and I felt another tear roll down my cheek. "Just close your eyes," he purred. "I promise to be as quick as I can." He slowly picked his head up, his rubies reinforcing his command. I stared up at his beautiful face for a moment before I closed my eyes and took a shaky breath. I was never good with death. The subject always scared me. Yet, here I am, looking death dead in the eye and opening my welcoming arms to it. I heard him chuckle deeply. "I'll see you soon, my love," he whispered seductively into my ear. I didn't have time for a thought before I felt a strong pinch of my neck and red spots began to fill the darkness behind my lids. I felt my eyes roll to the back of my head as my soul slipped away from my body. I was guessing that death was taking me as one of its own; lulling me into its depths gently. Slowly, yet all at once I fell into its velvet black hole. My eyes somehow found the strength to crack open one last time in hopes to see something peaceful or blissful to remind me of this world. Instead, I saw his rubies again. The glowing irises were sad yet proud as a sharp toothed, bloody smile came upon his lips. Another shiver went down my spine before my eyes closed again and I was consumed completely by the darkness.

To continue or not to continue...? Oh and I did make an account on FictionPress in which this story is one there with the exception of different names in case you guys see anything