A/N:  Hey everyone! ^^ Welcome to Child of Darkness. ^^ I am your hostess, Silver, and as promised, here is the sequel to Crimson Tears. ^^ This will be based on our beloved Alexandrite, and another who shall be introduced in this first chapter. ^^ Now, this won't feature the POV's like some of my work has- instead, it will be like it's predecessor, Crimson, and feature the narration around the characters- but not in their POV's.  It's just easier this way. ^^ Anyway, I shall end my speech and begin with the usual:

DISLAIMER:  This story and all of it's characters are the property of yours truly.  Any relation to any parties either living or dead is just a mere coincidence, as no one in here is based on anyone, unlike some of my other stories.  For all to know, this is a slash story, a yaoi, an M/M, shonen-ai, and whatever rest of the terms are that symbolize a same gender coupling.  To make it simple:  the main characters are gay.  Well, actually, one of em is bi- but no one cares.  It all comes out the same.  ^^ So for all you homophobics, or for anyone that may feel uneasy reading this type of work- this is your chance to hit the back button and preventing any discomfort during the readings.  If you are here to flame, well, dearies- you have reached the wrong Starr.  I do not welcome or accept any flames with my work- though constructive criticism is always welcome- I love it when people share how to make my work improve. ^^ Please do not take any of my characters without my permission, and the things I do not own, as we all know- are things already in existence with the world today; (Do I really need to go through the list of things like that again?).  Now that I have gone through the basics- feel free to kick back, grab a drink and a snack if you wish, and enjoy:  Shattered Angel.  Thanks. ^_^  :'American Idol' theme music plays and fades out as story begins:  ^_~   

~*~*~*~*~*Flashback- Two Years Prior~*~*~*~*~*

Shocked cerulean blue eyes looked up- meeting the gaze of the woman before him.  He felt tears glisten in his pretty eyes, as he lightly whispered 'No,' in his thoughts- pleading for it all to be a mistake.  That this wasn't happening for real.

The young woman in white shook her head, laying a hand upon his shoulder, softly speaking 'I'm sorry,' as she walked off- long, black hair trailing behind her as the man felt himself collapse onto the white, marble floor.

Light locks of long, crimson red hair concealed his tears as he cupped his face with his hands- sobbing to no one really as he felt his dreams and his soul shatter to pieces like a broken mirror with just one word, one breath- spoken by the lady that had just been in the room with him.

He continued to sob- an angel now being punished for falling into the wrong path- being with the wrong people, and being disloyal to the one that he had truly loved.  A once dreamer now giving up, and a life to which was so full of beautiful hopes and desires- now ripped apart by a mistake made by losing himself to one time of lust; and a moment to shine too late.

~*~*~*~*~*Present Day~*~*~*~*~*

A young man, looking nothing past his somewhat late twenties awoke with a gasp.  Placing his hand upon his chest- he felt his heartbeat pounding; cold sweat pouring off from his pale complexion.  He sighed, feeling that sleep wouldn't find him for the rest of the night as tears began to flow down his cheeks.

Sitting up, he dried them lightly with the sheet- failing miserably as more attempted to creep their way out.  This had been the nightmare that had haunted his dreams ever since that tragic day two years ago.  They hadn't predicted his existence in the world for very long- two months in the least back then- but now two years had indeed past- and he was still amazingly around to see another day.   

Deciding to get up, he climbed out of bed- brushing his hair off of his shoulders- reaching for the silvery-black bathrobe that sat upon the end of the bed- throwing it on and tying it around him- the silken material hugging his masculine curves as he sniffled- drying one final tear as he made his way into the bathroom.

The man was exquisitely beautiful- long, soft, silken crimson red hair flowing out in a slight wave almost to how lower back as it was layered slightly- causing both short and long strands to lace his slender frame and average build, as his gentle cerulean eyes held sadness and guilt- reddened now from the tears that had fallen.

He looked in the mirror- seeing from the window outside that it was beginning to sunrise as he grabbed the nearby washcloth- lightly caressing his soft complexion- his pale, pink lips merged into a blank expression- a smile something he had long forgotten, as he sighed a bit of a depressed sigh- wishing for his time back. 

The time that he had wasted being disloyal to his angel- his one reason for living- longing so badly to turn back time and fix the whole thing- hence never leaving the man he had loved with an un-wanted gift as well.  Never making the one mistake that cost him his happiness.

"If only I had never accepted that invite," he spoke coldly, his eyes narrowing for a moment, "If I hadn't let her seduce me- then maybe I'd still be happy- and not some stupid curse."

~And hence ends chapter 1. ^_^ Yeah, yeah, I didn't reveal who the handsome, red haired man was. Why? Well, because I simply want you to read on, dear friends.  ^^ Anyway, what did you think?  A bit angsty?  Well, read on, friends, read on- all shall be answered in due time! ^^ Thanks so much and love ya all! ^_^