I was thirteen years old, babysitting a four-year old boy. It was a rainy night and there was a full moon out. I put the kid to bed and was sitting on the couch, reading, when there was a loud knock on the front door.

When I opened it, there was a tall guy standing there, soaking wet. He looked about 18 years old and he had dark brown shoulder-length hair and brown eyes.

He pushed past me and walked over to the couch, leaving behind a trail of mud on the white carpet.

"Who are you?" he asked, running a hand through his wet hair. I closed the front door and stared at him, confused.

"Tsukiko. . . Who are you?" I asked, trying to sound stern. But my voice was shaky. I was scared.

"I lived here before I escaped," he said, grinning.

"Escaped?" I asked, standing as far away from him as possible.

"Prison. Get me a towel or something."

I hurried to the bathroom. Who was this guy and what was he doing? When I walked back into the living room with a bunch of towels in my arms, he wasn't there.

I panicked and instinctively ran to the little boy's room. The guy was standing there, watching him sleep.

"W-what are you doing?" I asked.

"This is my little brother," he said, grinning. "I've never seen him before. . . That slut." He laughed coldly and pulled out a small black handgun. And then he shot the kid. Over and over again.

I freaked out at that moment and ran as fast as I could. And he followed me.

I was running towards my house down an alley between a fence and buildings when he tackled me to the ground. I hit the mud hard and I felt a bone in my arm snap.

"Why are you running?" he asked as he kneeled down. He grabbed my arms and I cried out in pain as he tightened his grip on my broken arm.

The rain was falling harder and I felt trapped. As he ripped all of my clothes off and I struggled, I realized that this was the end of my life.

Time: ? Day: ? Tsukiko's Point Of View:

I woke up, sweating. The nightmare. . . I was raped that day. I didn't think that I would ever have that vision ever again, but I did.

My whole body felt numb and cold. I realized that I was lying on ice. It was pitch black and I couldn't even move my head, but I could tell that I was in a refrigerated area. Maybe someplace where bodies were stored. . . I wish that I could die like humans.

I heard movement next to me and I understood that I wasn't alone. It was Tsuyu. . .

"You were raped," he said plainly. "What happens next? I want you to tell me the rest of the story."

I blinked and tried to speak, but my jaw wouldn't move. 'What'd you do to me?' I thought, closing my eyes. Tsuyu's laugh echoed throughout the room.

"There isn't a spot on your body that's not covered with bruises," he said proudly. "I thought I'd numb you so that you wouldn't die. I want you to suffer for as long as possible."

I lay there, trying to command my body to move. But it didn't. It was as if all of my vital organs had just shut down.

'When did you become so cruel, Tsuyu?' I thought. 'Do you enjoy watching others suffer? Will you enjoy watching your kid suffer through life as well?'

"My child will not suffer," he said angrily. "I already turned him into a vampire a few days ago. He will be stronger so that he won't suffer or die."

'You're a fool,' I thought, laughing inside. 'Don't you see that living is suffering? Now that kid will suffer for an eternity. . . until you kill him.'

Tsuyu growled and there was a sudden, shooting pain through my heart.

"I hope you freeze to death here." I heard him getting up. "You'll die, knowing that you couldn't be there for the one person you love most. And the one person you hate the most is still living, laughing at you."

He disappeared, leaving me in that cold, dark room.

Alone.

Day: ? Time: ? Tsukiko's Point Of View:

I woke up after a long nap in the ice. I had been there for days, but my strength was returning. I stood up, ignoring the pain, and stretched. It felt good. . .

I felt my way around the refrigerated room, running my hands over the cool, smooth walls. The ground was covered in tiny cubes of ice that hurt my bare feet. I only had a thin blanket to cover up with.

There was no door in the room. But there was a rope ladder against a wall. So I climbed up into the darkness. After at least a half hour of slowly making my way up the ladder, I hit my head on a hard surface. It was like a trapdoor. . .

I had to use all of my remaining strength to open it.

I blinked and rubbed my eyes. I was in a bedroom. The walls, ceiling, and carpet were all black and there was a black canopy bed. That was all that was in the room, besides a Japanese paper lantern.

The door opened and there stood Kazenami, Tsuyu's morbid creation. He was staring at me with wide eyes.

"How'd you escape?" he asked, glancing at my body. The little pervert. . .

"Get me my clothes, now," I demanded. The little boy quickly ran off and returned with a black hooded cloak.

"Your clothes were destroyed by my father," he said, handing me the cloak. I quickly put it on. It covered my whole body, making me feel warm.

"Give me a weapon," I said to the little demon. He handed me a dagger obediently. "Now lead me to your father."

I held the dagger up and then brought it down right into Lord Tsuyu's heart. Sure it was cowardly, but I didn't care. His eyes momentarily opened wide, then they closed again. His second death. . .

Kazenami had led me right to his father's bedroom and I stabbed Tsuyu while he was sleeping. It was so fast, so easy. That's how death is. Mysterious. . .

"Why didn't you stop me?" I asked Kazenami, checking Tsuyu's pulse. He looked perfect as he lay there, completely lifeless.

"I hated him for turning me into something so disgusting," the boy said. I looked at him, surprised. "At first, he let me experiment with dead bodies and keep human pets. But after he turned me, I had to drink their blood. It's gross. . . You can leave now."

I walked away, heading out of Lord Tsuyu's underground home. I had a weird feeling. . . It was so easy to kill Tsuyu. Why? Why didn't he wake up?

Saturday, 5:00 P.M. Kadin's Point Of View:

I stood near a tree next to a large hole in the ground. That was where Tsuyu's underground home was.

I waited for a while and then I finally saw Tsukiko crawling out of the hole. She looked terrible. Her skin was almost a translucent white color and she was covered in bruises and cuts. Her long black hair was matted and messy. She was squinting at me and I gathered that the sunlight must've hurt her eyes.

"Tsukiko," I said, grinning as she limped to me. "You can see your daughter tomorrow. Until then, you should rest. You look like shit."

She smiled and then collapsed.

Saturday, 7:00 P.M. Kiyoko's Point Of View:

After reading the letter from Kadin, I cried. They were tears of happiness. My whole life was spent waiting for my mom and I'd finally be able to see her.

I told Adair, whose cell was across from mine. He smiled sadly.

"You're very lucky," he said. "But who's that guy over there?"

He pointed a pale finger down the hallway in between the cells. I looked where he was pointing and saw a tall guy with long brown hair and brown eyes approaching my cell. He was walking quickly, his black leather trench coat flowing behind him. His eyes were on me the whole time.

"Hey there," he said once he reached my cell. He pulled out a set of keys from his pocket.

"You look a lot like her. . ."

"You mean Mom? How do you know?" I asked. My stomach was fluttering. He answered my questions with a laugh then opened my cell.

"Come on," he said after a few minutes. "You can live with me from now on."

"Wait a minute!" I cried, backing away as he stepped towards me. "I don't even know you! And what about Mom? I'm meeting her tomorrow. . ."

"Don't worry about her," he said, smiling. "Wouldn't you rather come to me, your father?"

Saturday, 10:00 P.M. Tsukiko's Point Of View:

After five years, I saw him. The guy who raped me. I was sitting at a mall with my daughter, Kiyoko, who was five years old. And the guy just walked past us as we ate dinner. He didn't even notice me.

I had waited for this day for years.

"Hold on, sweetie," I told my daughter. "Don't move! I'll be right back."

"Alright, Mommy!" she said happily, scooping salad into her mouth.

That was the last time I would see her.

"Hey! Hey you!" I yelled, running after the guy. He was walking quickly, wearing a trench coat and sunglasses. But I knew it was him.

He kept walking until he got outside in a desolate area. I ran up to him, panting.

"Who do you think you are, ass hole?" I yelled. "I have a 5-year-old daughter because of you! You ruined my life!"

He laughed.

"What do you mean?" he asked. "You have something to live for now. I made your life better."

"Better!?" I yelled as loud as I could. "Getting my fuckin' stomach cut open after going through an unwanted pregnancy? Dropping out of school to work at shitty jobs? Where the hell were you? You could have at least helped me! I'm going to kill you!"

I pulled out a dagger from my jacket. The guy's smile didn't disappear. In fact, it grew wider.

He reached into his trench coat and pulled out the gun I had seen five years ago. He shot me in the stomach before I could even move.

I fell forward, doubled over in pain. He wasn't finished. He dragged me a little ways to a river with a bridge over it. The river was pretty wide and deep. For some reason, there were no cars on the bridge at that moment. No help. . .

He tied my legs together and handcuffed my hands behind my back. My blood seemed to be everywhere. Everything was red.

"Wait! I don't want to die!" I cried. Even though I didn't want a baby at first, I loved my daughter now. She was the only thing I cared for. Since my parents had neglected me, I felt obligated to protect her. I would do anything for her.

"It'll be okay, sweetie," the guy said, smoothing down my hair. "Our daughter deserves a better mother. You have to die." He picked me up in his arms. "I love you." He laughed coldly.

Maybe he was right, I thought, as he threw me over the ledge of the bridge. Maybe I have to die.

Tears ran down my cheeks as I fell through the air. I hit the cold, murky water hard and I started to sink. I did deserve to die. I couldn't protect the one that I loved most.

My eyes fluttered open and I saw Kadin. I was back in my room on my bed.

"I had that dream of my past," I told him. "You dragged me out of the river as I was dying and then you bit me. You gave me a new life. . ."

For some reason, I felt happy despite my terrible dream. But my smile soon disappeared when I saw the serious expression on Kadin's face.

"Kiyoko was taken from the jail by her father," he said, running a hand through his hair.

I should have known. . .

My happy moment would only be for a few seconds. Something like that was sure to happen to me. Why didn't I die eleven years ago?