Eclipse of the Rain :Prologue:

The thunder, a blistering drum conquering the satin sky. The lightning, but a piercing lantern to the heavens, casting glassy visibility on the rain.
It came down like silver tears, nearly invisible by the coat of shadow that accompanied midnight.

The garden was in discord, sakura petals shed. Roses decapitated by their thorny throats, soon to shrivel up and die along with the rest of the manor.

Windows, which traditionally had a face gazing through the glass at anytime of day or night because of the large amount of inhabitants, held only a hand to its heartlessly cold skin. The hand was stained in blood.

And with one last effort, it shriveled still and limp, slipping beneath the window's skin and onto the floor. A woman. A beautiful guest in the legendary manor, her skin drained of its porcelain perfection, the light in the eyes absent, yet still retaining some life in the last moments of her life. Her beautiful, silky black hair which was so often twirled into a bun, cascaded onto her shoulders in graceful waves, dappled in shades of her own blood.

She was of Thai descent, born of high caliber beauty, but of no real royal blood. She was married to a man of considerably high class, his features less handsome, more chiseled than hers being the man that he was. In death, she was still more beautiful than he.  They bore a child, age of no more than three years.



That crying... He had to make it stop! It intoxicated the murderer's skull with calamity and chaos, breaking it like glass.

Noot... That was the child's name... That was what his parents allowed him to call her as her name was too long for him to grasp.

And his name...? His name?! What was his name?! So much madness from the child's crying, causing his memory to falter, fist grinded so tightly that his fingers carved bloody tatooes in his palms.

His mother.... His father.... Dead. But he was so thirsty! He could not put up a slim effort to stop himself from drinking their blood. The memory of them jolted something, their faces cast behind a hazy curtain of crimson.

Was that all he could imagine...? Their blood...? Was that all his psyche wished for him to see? Or was it that mysterious gentleman whose presence he found skulking about the manor, both of unknown name and unknown ancestry?


The pale, blonde phantom who he had sworn he had only dreamed on the night when his neck was bitten. He had to be sleeping at the time... Only sleeping.... Yes! That was it! He must have been sleeping now too, but the baby's realistic cry...? Just something from the material world that had invaded his nightmare! Yes...! That was it!

The pain creaking through his skull... GAH. He had to make it stop!

Violently, he removed the infant from her crib, gripping her round the ribs so tightly her brittle bones could have combusted underneath his twelve-year-old grip.

"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!" With each break in command, he squeezed her tighter and tighter, his screams revealing blood-stained fangs in his mouth from which crimson ran along the shirt that had been torn in an effort to escape his wrath.

She only deepened her cry, her little body no match to his superior grasp. She did not heed him, fearing the face that once so gently welcomed her as a guest in the manor. That beautiful bronze skin, those unmistakable green eyes that seemed so lonely as to rival his happy smile, and that graceful, pale blonde hair smoothed to cup the edges of his face....

Where did it all go...?

The boy's face was disheveled with madness, his hair like wild briars, his eyes glazed with a seperate kind of lonliness-- an isolation from humanity itself. The baby had not seen the boy cry in the days she had known him, his tears fleeing from rabid eyes.

Plop. He had released her from him, failing at gently landing her on the floor in an attempt not to break her anymore than he already had. He failed, unable even to sustain his own weight with a brittle sanity on his shoulders.

"N-noot... Go... find a survivor... P-please..." The boy gripped his gut, clenching his fingers unhealthily deep everytime the urge to attack her surged throughout his body. She could not understand him, her eyes only shaded a clueless stare of misunderstanding as Noot only sat there.

This only frustrated his cravings, the longer she stayed there but an excuse for his hunger to start again. His stomach was full, but he still craved more... Just a little more... A tiny drop of the wine red substance that fed his madness....


He could no longer contain it, the boy slowly crawling over to Noot, his conscience half weighing down his use of legs so that he could not do her any harm. So his rabid half used his bloody hands to crawl closer and closer to the weeping infant.

And with one last farewell to sanity, he sunk his fangs into her frail throat, ceasing her crying and his consciousness all at once.

That last bite was all he needed.
That last bite was enough to leave her alive.
That last bite was enough to pass him out.

With a silent Plop!, he fell like his name. He fell like the Rain.