A single figure walking through the rain, cut a lonely shadow in the night mist. His amber eyes looked around. He turned a corner and paused under a street lamp to shake rain water out of his hair.

*flash*



The young black haired man sat quivering. "Please, please don't-- "

"Then you should of known better than to cross paths with a vampire, young Apollo, and hoped to live."

The carpet splattered with blood.



*flash*



"You don't understand." Apollo said, shoving his hands in his pockets. "You never will."

"I would if you'd just tell me!"

"No. Forget it."

"Fine!"



*flash*

"I have to find who I am. What I was. I'm afraid, for you and of me." He shook his head. "And everything that's happened from then to now. . . is my fault."



*flash*

Apollo sighed. "You don't know what it's like." He looked down. "Nor have you seen what it's like to see them in bloodlust, staring them in the eye-- all you see is death, pain and the hellish torture that's about to begin."



*flash*