Ita-ta here. Uhm yeah this is extremely short, I know, I know. I'm hoping for some input and encouragement so please review, even though this is short. Hell, you can yell at me for having it so short.

Moonlight belongs to the producers and writers of the show, not me.

This is just the prologue, I am going to write more in the next week.

The little song is from the book. "White is for Magic" by Laurie faria Stolarz. A little bit of credit goes out to O-Renji-Un because they first used this quote from the book in a fic I read by them.

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Josef was a man who could be patient. He went through four meetings today and only consumed three glasses of blood. He was exhausted, extremely tired. It was six o'clock in the morning and starting his day at midnight, he decided he deserved a long sleep. He had decided to walk back, because the air was so cold at that time and he liked it.

He could be sarcastic. He could be calm. However, when he was passing by an alleyway to see a little girl sitting on the ground with a little doll in the dingy place, he could not summon his calm. When he heard what she was saying, he could not summon sarcasm.

"Miss Mary Mack, Mack, Mack. All dressed in black, black, black. She has a knife, knife, knife. Stuck in her back, back, back."

Josef was horrified to say the least. He took an involuntary step forward and stilled at her next words.

"She cannot breathe, breathe, breathe. She cannot cry, cry, cry." Josef saw the darkened solemn azure eyes in the greatest of detail. He took in the angelic long blonde hair that was tied in two pigtails. "That's why she begs, begs, begs. She begs to die, die."

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Gasping loudly, Josef jack-knifed into a sitting position. He was in a cold sweat, his breathing heavy as if he had just run a marathon. It a few moments for him to realize that it was just a dream. Well, rather a nightmare. He groaned and ran a hand through his hair. As if he couldn't get enough sleep already.

"Well for four-hundred years, that makes my top-twenty freaky dreams list," He muttered to himself in sarcasm and cynicism.