To Fear Is To Love

Hi, I decided to re-do the entire prologue... So, yeah.

~Sierra

Prologue

"Melania," Someone spoke behind me, "Melania, come to me. Come..." The voice was silky and smooth yet husky and rough at the same time. It was as if more than one voice spoke. A shiver ran down my spine when it said my name, it felt like a knife was being trailed down my back, a painful yet pleasant feeling. I whipped around.

There was no one.

'Dangerous,' A voice in the back of my head whispered, 'Go...'

I questioned it as though it could respond, 'Go where?'

'To him.' The voice in the back of my head simply replied then dispersed.

But I had no idea where 'he' was. Before that voice spoke my name, I thought I was alone here. I sort of hoped 'he' would speak again but sort of hoped not. It confused me. Somehow, part of me wanted to run towards the voice--where ever it was--and urge it to speak again, just to feel that sharp tingling down my back. The other part wanted to just run. Leave. I didn't know if it was fortunate or unfortunate but the latter part of me was larger.

I ran down the alley, towards the exit. I could win this thing, there was nothing between me and my goal: the exit. As I was right in front of my freedom, (from what exactly, I did not know) wisps of black smoke suddenly rose in the air, blocking my path. I jumped back, not wanting to touch it. The smoke-like substance could be an acid cloud for all I know. But somehow, I also wanted to jump right into it. Although, neither of my battling sides got to make a decision.

Large arms enveloped me, making me squirm on contact. It felt weird; the arms were at one point, freezing cold and at another, burning hot. Both temperatures, though, had me squealing to get away.

"Ugh. Stop already!" A different voice spoke this time. And the same voice that was at the back of my head...sighed? Woah, I think I'm going crazy. Very, very crazy. I'm just imagining things, right? The words as well as the speaker made me freeze, literally. I couldn't move at all.

I knew that someone was carrying me (not really getting anywhere with my kicking and punching) and walking towards the black wisps of smoke but it was all just sinking in now. I was being carried to a smoke ball. And this was happening. I'm not imagining things...

"I brought her, your Highness." The person--thing--carrying me said.

I frowned. There's no one here. Well, from what I see. I tried craning my neck but I was still frozen. Even my lips couldn't form words. Who was he talking to?

"Me."

I gasped (mentally), it was 'the' voice. The voice that belonged to 'him'. The familiar sharp tingles spread down my back once more but I didn't shiver, I couldn't.

"Erickson, please, take that lock off of her. I enjoy watching her shake at my voice." If I could move, I would have gasped louder with eyes the size of saucers but no, I couldn't. In front of me, well, me and some guy named Erickson, was a boy. Not really a boy. He looked my age possibly younger, possibly older. I couldn't really describe him. It was like he was aging and getting younger at the same time. At some point I saw him as an infant. Right now, he was a man in his twenties.

"Fine." He sighed and added "Your Highness." When the twenty-something man gave him a cold stare. The man smiled when Erickson added the last part.

Suddenly, I could feel myself able to move. Like a burden was off my shoulders, a burden I didn't recall was there in the first place. Erickson let me down. I shook and wobbled a little when my feet reached the ground, still unused to being able to move again.

"Now, test her." He waved at Erickson.

Erickson shrugged, "Okay."

He raised his hand and suddenly I could see the man. He was there but faint. Except, this man's hair was darker, the shade closer to red then black. And from what I could make out, there were horns on his head. Devil-like horns. The sight of them made me hyperventilate. I lowered my gaze to his face. His eyes. They were pure red, like bloody orbs. My breathing was cut off when the man smirked. He had fang-like teeth, teeth covered in blood. The man started to walk towards me. With every step he took, my eyes widened and I started to back away into a wall. I screamed and kicked at nothing but air.

"What!? Erickson! What does she see?!" The other man--the one I believed to be the original man--yelled.

"Adrian," Erickson spoke softly but seriously, "She sees you."