1 Prologue

RUN

Was all the girl could think as the heels of her shoes hit the cement. She didn't know who was chasing her or what he wanted. She tripped. Falling, catching herself with her hands, she looked up. The pitch black midnight sky loomed down on her.

A rough hand pushed her shoulder down while the other hand covered her mouth to prevent her from screaming. As her head hit the pavement, she blacked out. Kicking and flailing in vain she tried to grab her captor's hand. A knife was slipping into her ribs slowly. As it entered her heart, darkness came.

"Another useless whimpering child," he muttered. Dalash had been searching for some time now to find one that would fight back.The one that would not die when stabbed. Bundling the dead girl's body into a bag, he wondered why he must find and kill so many. Was it possible she was gone for good? 'No' Dalash thought. As many human lives he took, the search would not end because of incompetence or lack of wisdom. His Ancentian heart pounded. It had only been 17 years since her death, he could wait a lifetime.