A/N: I know I suck as hell. But I needed to combine the storyline...so yeah. Don’t hurt me!! And that’s not the same person who saved Raven’s life. Hinthint. Raven's living a lie under a nobleman's house, and non of them are aware that she's psyhic.

Okay that’s enough for the spoilers. Onward to chapter 3.

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Rating: T

Genre: Supernatural

By: Adaku-chan

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Night Slayer

† The Beginning: Message from a whisper †

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During the icy winter of January third in South London, the gray sky suddenly dropped snow to the ground. The white flakes seemed to dance across the atmosphere. The wind was chilled and it had sprayed frost on whatever felt it. Raven was at her at the park, sitting on a cold bench. She tasted the iced water that came from the white sky.

Even though she was well covered, the chilling wind blown right through her. Even, with the handmade cloth scarf that was heavily woven. Her teeth were still chattering, while her blue contacts eyes stared at the frosted ground. She finished her novel, and then laid back helplessly on the bench.

She thought of the warmth. The hot sun shining on her body, though she like the snow as well. Ironic, how she hates the winter, but loves the snow. But that thought had only remained a second when a warm glove touched her lightly on the back.

Worried, she turned around at her back, however there was no one there. She shifting her had back and forth nervously, until it gave her a headache.

She decided stand up from the icy bench and walk around. Blowing a breath of visible clouds, she ambled through the chilly park. She placed her novel in her backpack, confronted the wind ahead. Dressed in a European sense of fashion, she smiled as she tugged her scarf repeatedly.

Soon she led to the streets compiled by others around her. She pushes people to get through, while struggling to have some space. After gotten through the horde, she heard something…a whisper? Was something calling me?

“…Hush…I want to meet you….” The words were so soft, so quiet that she didn’t here it right.

“I…want…” The words were caught off when Raven was touched by the shoulder. She twirled around and there was he. It’s that boy again…his long hair, shined by blue. He’s face so pale as the moon, with his lips kissable as ever. And, his outfit dressed in a fashionable gothic lolita chic. Seriously, guys don’t look like him. She was about to speak; yet he fingers met her mouth.

“…you.” Her vision became blurred away, and she became face to face with reality again. Raven eyes fluttered rapidly, as she gained consciousness. She sat up, rubbing her face. She was in her school’s library, sleeping soundless on the table. Still in her cursed classic uniform, and stuck with her schoolbooks.

“A dream, and it was a good one too…” Raven groaned, and looked at the clock. She still had a forty minutes left, why waste it? She brought her journal, and turned to a new page.

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