A/N-Please read and review. This story is a bit alternate reality and there is chances of OOC since the situations they find themselves in is different.

Chapter One – Year 1402-

Basking in the afternoon sun, Joey gazes at his younger sister. Her reddish brown hair shimmers like dancing firelight while his own flaxen tresses glimmer like gold. Tonight is the last night that both shall sleep under the same roof. His baby sister, considered now a woman to most, plans to be married off to a respectable gentleman. While his father wishes for him to settle down with a nice lass, his mother prays he'll die alone.

Stretching he saunters over to his sibling and embraces her. A fond grin curves his lips. As much as he detests seeing her leave, he prefers this to his mother's solution. He knows she would have left and taken Serenity with her if her name wouldn't have been sullied. No one cares much if the husband takes to drinking spirits more often than not; however, the wife has her duty to her husband and must remain with him until death. Unless she desires to be shunned by all, even her own friends, she must stay.

"Serenity, we should head home soon," he calls out to her. Eyes like liquid honey scan the horizon. The sun will set soon and they both know the dangers that darkness brings. He ushers her home. Night descends at their backs.

A set of glittering eyes in the darkness watch the brother and sister. He has to have the blond, this eternal sunlight. No, his Eternal Sunlight.

The deep ebony of night falls around them. He prods his sister onwards. So close, so close. Only the bridge separates them from their land now. Fearful orbs glance back at him as figures emerge from the darkness. Big, imposing men. Serenity huddles against him as they saunter forward. A gleam of silver flashes in the moonlight as a man thrusts his dagger towards them. He counts five men before he's grabbed from behind. Strong arms pin him to a broad chest as his baby sister screams.

"Search them," the man yielding the blade hisses. Another man's hands roam all over him, poking and prodding. His sister sobs as a man gropes her. Struggling against the man's hold, he nearly frees himself until his head is slammed against the stone railing. A sharp gasp escapes him as his skull throbs and his vision blurs. They have nothing to offer these vultures. As one man holds him captive, another pummels his fist into his stomach, ribs and face.

He falls unconscious due to multiple blows to his head to the sound of his sister's agonizing screams. When he awoke, the men were throwing her battered body into the river below. Scrambling to his feet, he struggles to the edge of the water. Wading into the freezing liquid, he searches frantically for Serenity. His eyes grow heavy, his limbs leaden, as he dives and swims in a futile attempt to find her body. Slowly as his body weakens, he gives up. Not just the search, but the desire to live as well. He had failed to protect her, he had failed in his duty as a big brother.

"You wish for vengeance, correct?"

Weakly he gazes up at the man from a small bed. Candles surround the room casting a soft glow. Dark chocolate orbs that seem to reflect the flickering flames gaze gently at him.

"You'll die soon, you're very ill from your ordeal. I can save you; you can have your revenge. I can give you the strength to destroy them."

"Please," he rasps out.

Sharp pinpricks of pain erupt on his throat. His heart thuds as it struggles to beat. Wearily he sags against the man. "Drink, my Eternal Sunshine." He gazes questionably up at the man as a coppery taste invades his mouth. Agonizing pain paralyzes him moments later.

"It'll pass, my son. I've already taken care of those men for you. I'll teach you to survive, to hunt and not be detected."

"What am I? What have you done to me?" Stammering he rises to face his captor.

"You, my child, are now a Night Walker."

Frowning he studies the male before him. Ivory skin framed by silken black tresses. Beautiful like a statue carved out of marble. A flash of fangs as the man smiles startles him though it shouldn't have.

"I can't be a vampire," he hisses. The overwhelming scents, the thunderous sounds, and his heightened smell all tell him otherwise. He never felt more alone.