A Touch of RED

A/N Yes, it has been ages since I have posted a story. Not like any of you missed me right? This is a prologue to an epic long venture of a boy journeying to his past. You might find some of these characters in other stories. Such as those by Captured Ribbons no worries she has permission and I have permission to read her stories. So, I hope you enjoy the pilgrimage to the past.

CHAPTER 1
FLIGHT FOR MEMORIES

Rigormortis is generally throughout the body within 12 hours (though it varies because of temperature and climate etc) and is resolves after 30 hours. It starts at the jaw and neck and then progresses to the feet; the cornea of the eyes becomes milky white after death.

Ebony hair floated on top the water like seaweed in the ocean, it moved gracefully with slight current in the bathtub. The naked pale body floated as well blood soaked the water red. Nobody quite knew how to explain it. So it stayed quiet from the press, and only people in the complex knew and they wouldn't say a word. The stain never really left the bathroom; every time he went in he always remembered the night he came home. And so, eventually the blonde moved; away from all that could possibly harm him. All that he could possibly harm.

His name was Sie, he had seen more in seventeen years of life than any wise man could tell you stories about. Since the death of his lover he walked the streets in isolation and only got strange quiet stares and glances. His cold breath froze all who came close enough. Ones he cared for he made sure to get away from for they to might come unto the icy torture. However, the town he wondered was one that he had been to before.

He didn't know what he would find here and he cared enough to find absolutely nothing. It began to rain as the night went on getting darker sunset turning to blackness. One he knew in his mind would soon become eternal. Ocean blue eyes stared to the end of the empty road. A quiet town for a quiet death he looked over to an apartment building, one that was fancy.

Bright white with windows that went so high one might mistake it for a downtown sky scrapper. He sighed as he closed his eyes and decided to say his final farewell. He walked up to the steps of the apartment and entered the lobby as if he had lived there for many years. Truth was he did, as he entered the elevator he ignored the every day people of the apartment complex.

They viewed him as the outsider and he had no problem with this however; it nerved him to know that they were watching. Watching his blonde eyes stare at the steal door of the elevator. He excited the elevator leaving the others behind as soon as they got to the fifth floor. He walked down the hallway to him it stretched on forever as he looked ahead to his old apartment. A place where he shared with two people that he loved so much.

How was it that now he was so angry? Love made him this way, and he would tell everybody who asked him everybody except those who cared and he knew they were still out there he came to the end of the hallway where he looked hesitantly at the door. And read the number to him self. 115. His heart skipped a beat as he put his hand on the doorknob, finding that it was unlocked.

However, he wasn't sure if it was unlocked or not he could have used the powers of his mind without knowing it. But he preferred to think that it was unlocked he opened it very slowly, like he was torturing somebody who was on the other side. If anybody, when the door was open fully he was staring into darkness he stepped in smelling the scent of blood, a scent even mortals could tell he sneered but made no sound.

Then as he looked into the darkness of the room the door closed behind him he was surprised but stood stead fast to the ground a lamp came on a man sat in a antique chair That appeared to be from the renaissance ages. And this was because, it was. He had long black hair and stone colored eyes, his clothing was elegantly Gothic. Sie's breath was taken from him as there eyes locked.

"It's been awhile.." the man said folding his hands in his lap they were gloved with leather. "Sie." They stared at each other in silence.