A/N: Luckily, a nice person was watching over me. Coughs---Outlaw02. Thank you so much for beta reading this chapter. I’m just putting it here to test it out, and to see if people like it or not.

I am sorry, and the fact there are some people who want to read I’ll gladly replace it back, but it has not been altered whatsoever. So grammar issues are still here. Uh... this story is based on Gothic Tears with more action, since I realized I suck at romance stories—really do. Destiny of Gothic Tears is a one-shot, at least one more chapter and that should do it.

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Rating: T

By: Adaku-chan

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Night Slayer: Preface

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The moon’s light,

It gleams at the darkest night.

It shines,

In the brightest line,

At the mysterious mine.

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She was young, lying on the white covered ground, unconscious. A helpless child lost in the world. She did not have anywhere to go. The young vampire rescued her from famine. He took her in from the cold night of the winter.

The flakes of snow melted on his dark hair, as he carried the child. Unaware of the fact that the vampire, a creature from the undead, was holding something that reeked of death.

The child was undeniably a weapon of death, something even powerful than him. However the child was weak from, blood and bruises appeared everywhere on here body as he observed. He could have drunk her blood, make her into his slave. But the child was something out of the ordinary. She was a witch, a psychic. Her black hair gleamed of bright highlights. She had skin of caramel brown, and lips soft as cottons.

Was she a half-breed? The vampire walked on the chilled weather, as he covered the child with his dark overcoat. The vampire could sense her heartbeat, so she was not dead, at least not yet. The faint, but steady heartbeat continued on as the child remained unconscious. He walked on to the town square. The gothic settings of Maskor looked ancient. However scenery looked attractive to live in.

He walked on, until he reached the forlorn alleys that stench of the deceased. He halted in front of a medieval door. It was ancient, probably older than the buildings. The vampire took out a rose from the sleeve and placed in the child’s dark hair.

Before he knocked on the door, he licked her neck, in a sign that he would meet her again. The girl was given the vampire’s overcoat, as he seemed not too affected by the weather, and she needed it more. He tilted his top hat to cover part of his face, as he began to knock on the door. He paused when he sensed someone behind him.

“So, that’s it. No slavery, no pleasure? You’re just saving her? Why is she so special” A girl whispered from the alleys. She looked pale, as she tapped her fingernails at the wall. She was vampire, obviously here to be nosy.

She came out from the darkness of the alley’s shade. She wore a dress in Victorian fashion, which was a symbol of the style for the vampires around here. She glanced at the shivering, comatose child that smelled of death. The girl brushed off the cold liquid from her old coat, as well as imagery dust.

“This child is different, that is all, Kella.” The vampire stood up, after wrapping the girl up.

Kella caught his dull gaze, as she mused heavily. The point when a vampire saves a human was if it was going to be his/her slave, or bait. This confused her since this child had no connection to the unknown vampire. Also she did not even know the vampire’s name right now, she could ask him. But she didn’t, the fact calling him ‘vampire’ was fair enough.

“How so?” Kella walked closer to the unaware child.

She breathed easily, her face calm in the cold night. A bright lantern that was above them, which was supposed to be united with the antique door. Kella’s cerulean eyes gazed on, trying to figure out why this child was so important as the vampire answered.

“I’ll give you a hint: Her father saved my life.”

Kella’s stare scattered as she slowly looked at him. The words that had came of the vampire, shocked the young vampiress. She muttered out words that made no sense, until she caught his gaze. She stared, as she nervously pointed at the child.

“You mean…she’s the…”

“Yes, this is the only way I could return thanks.”

Only silence came from her, as she stood there putting her hand down. Yet, she had a very certain chance that the people would kill the child into the Gates of Death. She was not a normal little girl as she appears.

“But, wouldn’t the civilians kill her? What’s the point of this?”

“They can’t kill her. She is protected by something powerful,” Kella blinked her eyes all of the sudden. The wind howled as snow brushed away a little.

“And what’s that,” the vampire took out a necklace from his overcoat pocket.

He held it up to let the Kella see it clearly. The necklace’s shape was of a sliver heart that was attached with a jeweled rose. The necklace was filled with magic that was less ancient than powerful aura. A peak of sliver visible energy surged around the necklace like specks of lightning.

“Witchcraft.”

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