PROLOGUE

Charles stood in front of a window gazing out on a vast space of the backyard without seeing. It looked empty even with its greenery and beautiful landscape. It reminds him of his life that he'd loved. He had enjoyed his youth, had everything he had wanted with just a stretch of his hands, but never had he felt this miserable.

There were things in life he had missed, something vital, crucial, special, something he had just realized. This was LIFE itself, borrowed, painful. He never actually knew what was happening until everything had gone wrong

Christina, his ten year old sister had gotten ill. At first the symptoms were just like any normal illness, she has fever, lost her appetite, became weak, experienced nausea, but everything got worse as day passed until they decided to seek medical help.

Christina caught a rare disease that the world had just recently found out. It was like a virus so quick to spread that human medicine couldn't catch up with. Everyone was saying that there is no way of stopping the virus, at least not now.

People were dying and Christina's not far from this end. She was too young, too innocent and hadn't found anything about the world yet. She was just starting to live her life. Charles winced at the memory and gave a tortured look, but what was painful most was losing all of what he has in just one night.

His memory took him back far from that day. Men had broken in inside of their estate, they were dangerous, searching. His father remained downstairs while he stayed with his mother and Christina on a room trying desperately to hush both of them from panicking. He never knew what had happened to his father when those men found them.

Both of the girls are huddled on a corner crying, and Christina leaned securely on her mother's embrace. He stood defensively in between hoping that they would leave them alone.

'We were right,' he heard one of those men said under the shadows of the room.

The three conversed and Charles only made out few words. Weak... Failure... Red breed... Then those men quieted. One advanced, and Charles tensed but was knocked off fast hitting the floor on his back. Everything had gone dark and he momentarily gone out cold. When he opened his eyes he felt soar on his back. A very distracting sound of someone's cry made him realized what happened. He moved and saw someone's body lying on the floor, face down.

The carpet below was flooded by thick red liquids, it was blood. He was so shocked that he couldn't even found his voice. Light footsteps sounded behind him but he was too distracted to noticed, he was just staring, just staring on floor with those wide eyes.

"Soon and that little girl will be joining this woman," the voice had said. He continued talking that helped Charles snapped out of his frenzy. His mom was dead, and he struggled to his knees while he scans the room.

Christina was wrapped in a blanket just the way she was before, but she was bawling shakily in fear. The three men from before was now gone and one remained. He tried to run to Christina but his brain just doesn't register the command.

"You were not supposed to die tonight, all of you except for her." He heard.

"But... She no longer need us to end things, she will die on her own."

Hearing the cruel word it gave Charles strength to move. "No!" He shouted shakily

"There's no helping it." It said, "She is not capable of handling such intense gift.

If it wasn't for the situation he was in, he could have thought that the man in the shadows was insane. It was starting to walk out of the open door when anger bubbled inside Charles.

No one is getting out of here! He mentally screamed. He pushed himself up, forced himself to take offence, he ran towards the door planning to tackle him down, it was about a few feet away when that man looked back and he saw those frightening eyes- red blazing beast-like. He was whipped out of the floor easily, came flying on the other side and crashed miserably on the floor, and came with it was a scream he knew was from Christina.

"Damn fool." He heard the voice obviously irritated. "Don't wastes the gift of life I've gave you."

"S-stop." A faint voice said.

Charles was even more alarmed to recognized Christina's voice.

"Please... S-stop." She stammered in between cries

He couldn't stand; everything hurts, so Charles let out a mental prayer instead. Please don't let him kill her he repeated desperately.

"If you live long live in anger and you'll be strong." He advanced out of the door and paused. "There is someone who can at least help answer your questions." Charles heard. "Her name is Sumaya, she goes with the name Andria now. Find her, and exact vengeance on us.

A cold spooky feeling came down his spine, there was something mischievous about the way he had spoke, something that Charles was afraid to find out, but one thing registered, and that was the name, find her- find her it echoed frantically on his head. Find Andria.