Xeranthemum (Discontinued)

Prologue

~Luna~

Fire and ruin...
Two words which go hand-in-hand.

The raging fire was incenerating everything I knew. The red and orange petals licking against the wooden walls of our cabin house. The ash billowing up around me in the wind- like a poisonous snow. The heat was caressing my face and stinging my already watering eyes.

All I could see were the shockingly white fangs as he sank his fangs into her.

"Mama!" My little five year-old voice screamed.

The white fangs turned towards me. His gaze was a firey red. His gaze burned almost as much as the heat of the fire raging around me. He dropped my mother, throwing her aside like an unwanted rag-doll.

I barely blinked and there he was, holding me up by the neck. I gurgled and struggled feebly against the iron grip.

He smiled, making his white fangs flash menacingly. Tears cascaded down my face. I felt the desperation and hatred well up, growing like a weed before taking control of my irrational five-year-old mind.

...And then my vision went black...

Later I was told that I was found in a pool of blood unconcious. There was no trace of the red-eyed, white-fanged monster that had killed my mother. The area was decimated and they weren't able to determine what had happened.

I remained unconscious for nearly a month- constantly tossing and turning in agony and fear. I had unconsciously attacked the paramedics and had had to be restrained. When I woke up I had no recollection of what had happened. All I had were nightmares of fire and fangs.