Konnichi wa!

M'kay people! This is going to be… I believe… the darkest fic I will ever write!

Besides my fic From My Cold Dead Hands… but… I don't think that one even comes CLOSE to this one.

I know, the beginning is confusing, but it'll get better! –promises-

I got the idea from another fic I read – Creatures of the Night – a vampire fic with a completely sad ending!

It was good – it really was – but it was so SAD! –cries-

And then I looked at my From My Cold Dead Hands fic, and then I got this idea!

It IS similar to the other one, but this one is more magical, supernatural than sci-fi.

I'm not sure about the title though… a few chapters in, if I'm not too lazy, I'll ask for ideas on a title.

So… I hope you like it:D

And the Dead Shall Always Hang High

Secret One – Stain My Soul

He was bleeding. He was dying – he knew it.

But he didn't care.

The other bitch was still going down.

He struggled to stand, holding his side.

"Damn you…" he hissed, raising his head to stare at the one he had been fighting. "Damn you to hell!"

She grinned, elongated canines flashing.

"Only if you kill me," she replied smoothly. "And looking at your condition right now, I don't think that'll happen."

She's right. He thought tiredly as he felt his life's blood run through his fingers. I can barely stand. How can I stop her like this?

"So…" he trailed off, grinning grotesquely. "You gonna KILL me?"

She blinked and cocked her head.

"Yeah," she said after a moment, returning his grin, but satanically. "I think I will."

"No."

She turned to see another member walk up to her. Her eyes narrowed.

"What is it THIS time, Shirker?" She asked the newcomer. The other's red eyes flashed.

"Orders from Darkness himself – keep him alive. Turn him, but keep him alive."

She smirked.

"You mean, make him one of us?"

"Correct," the newcomer replied. "Now do it quickly so I can get some food."

She laughed icily.

"Fine – I'll do it and take him personally to the leader. You can go and get something… delicious."

The other rolled his eyes and vanished.

She turned back to the dying man – the one standing by merely will alone.

"You heard him."

Arms were around him – teeth at his throat – blood in his mouth.

He couldn't stop it, couldn't control it, couldn't fight back. He could feel his very soul being tainted and stained and drenched in blood as she attacked.

The last thing he was aware of was bright red eyes, tearing apart his soul as his mind shut down.

Only one thought was still with him.

This can't be happening.

End Chapter One – Stain My Soul

-shuffles nervously-

So... yeah.

PLEASE TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK! EVERYTHING WILL BE MADE (A LITTLE) CLEARER NEXT CHAPTER!

Ja ne!

DDB