The masked monster walked into a dark room shrouded with nothing but the scent of tea. The monster kept walking until he stopped in front a white light; a young girl sat on the floor, braiding her hair. The creme colored hair and her white silky dress caught his attention. He wantedto reach out to her, feel the warmth and smoothness of her skin. He could not, however. He was forbidden to do this. He was to collect the souls and feed on them. No interaction would be allowed. But he couldn't consume the young girl's soul, even if his senses lured him into this trap. Her soul was delicate, and fragile. Who knew when another soul like this would appear if he ripped it out? Even a century's wait could not appeal to him. He was too impatient, and he was too unsure. He kept standing there, watching the girl sit on the floor, combing her hair. But for a split second, she had turned around. The momster flinched and dropped the dagger held in his hand. The girl just looked at it and stared up at him. Her expression was unreadable. It wasn't sad, nor was it happy. All he could decifer from her look was that she was already broken as she is. They didn't move, their eyes locked and their gaze never broke. Her light blue orbs looking into his empty gray eye, the silence still standing. The young girl broke the silence by moving her hand up and touching his face. He daren't move, but he had made a small gasp as she took off his white mask and dropped it on the floor. Most of his victims would scream, or even pass out by the look, but she just sat there, anxiously studying his face. "... Aren't you scared, little one?" The girl shook her head, and kept staring into his eyes. One eye gray, another red. The girl fell into a trance, until she felt his hand on her cheek as well. The mysterious man had knelt down and slowly reached for her face, his hand was shaking, unsure if his actions had consequences. He knew there would be, but he would risk it. Had he another change if her soul was being fed by another soul-eater? Yes, he would. But he would be touching a lifeless body, the warmth drained out and her smile as bright as the sun, gone. He shivered at the thought of it. "... May I ask what is your name, little one?" The girl hesitated at the question. Had her parents locked her up in here for no reason? Had the endless nights of scolding and hate not taught her anything? But she, as well, was ready to risk it. If this was the last time she would meet this interesting man, she would've risked anything. "... Karina." The man gave a faint smile, and nodded. "I guess I'll be seeing you then, Karina." The girl smiled as well before he removed his hand from her cheek. The man walked out of the room and left the girl standing there in silence. 'Why would I be scared?' '... Why wasn't she scared?' Both of these questions, same, and different at the same time. She never thought of him ugly, or a beast as most would after he revealed his true self. She thought of him unique, and beautiful unlike anything else she's ever seen in life. Why she would be scared? If she had new what the purpose of his life was, or who he is, or mostly, what he is, she would never have looked or talked to him. Or even touch him. But she was better than that, right? ----- Prolouge~ yes. This is the new version of my Phantom of the Opera. Not much similar, but that guy wore a mask! A DAMN MASK. P.S. I had to redo this. T_____T Mt phone died and I had to re-type. The first time I wrote it was more interesting, it captured the "drama". This one just sucked. >_> in comparison, this one was trash. No. Not trash, this one was SHIT.
It's ok! To ease the readers' pain, the guy is a soul eater, who is immortal and won't age. The prolouge is based on the past. In the story, the girl will stay 17 and the man's look is about 19. So. ><
:3 --------- It had been six years. Six years the day he had met her. The young girl whose soul he had almost consumed. Oh what a sin he would've commited. He would never forgive himself. Now he stood there, holding a limp body, his fifth victim today. The victim's light body was numb, lifeless. He imagined holding the girl in his arms, lifeless as well. He warded the thought away and looked closely at the lifeless body. It wasn't actuallt dead. It was just lifeless. Her heart and brain would be functional, she can still feel, but think of it like a curse. Blinding you, stripping away your blood, sucking the life out of you, making you capable of only feeling the cold, and onlt feeling your surroundings. Captured in thought, thinking forever. It's a hell you can't escape, especially the feeling of earthworms kissing your skin as you were buried. The man brushed away the woman's hair that cobered her face. Her eyes were half closed and she had no smile, she looked tired. Once a beautiful young lady, now a lifeless body, her fate, is to be rotting alive. "..." She was thinking about the girl again, how sweet she looked holding the comb. He wanted to see her again, but what's the use? She'd just grow old... Like all the mortals in this pathetic world. He sighed. Would she lose her innocence? Would she look the delicate look she carried? The fragrance of her fragile heart? He hoped not. But all things must come to an end, sadly... "... Joseph, how pathetic." He cod hear his half-brother's voice over the sound of the crashing storm. "That girl? You've got to be kidding. It's been six years! She could've died in an accident or something." He thought of her lying on the ground, lying in the middle of a blood red pool, wounded, and hurt. He swatted the thought away and averted his eyes. No. He could feel her presence somewhere... And he decided to find her. The man snapped his fingers and disappeared, leaving the other man alone, shocked at the bond the two carried. "Joseph has gone mad! But no matter, his loss is my win. Oh Joseph.. The bitterness of rejection you'll taste once I'm done with you. She's mine." ------
Joseph sat on a rock in the beach, staring out into the great blue sea and the pink sunset sky. He sighed and threw a rock into the water, he hadn't a clue where the girl had gone to. It's clear to him that he wasn't wanted. Joseph stared at his reflection and touched his face. He had been living for sixty years at the most and his age hadn't affected his looks yet. "..." Joseph turned to see a blinde haired girl, wearing a sun hate and a plain white dress. Her features reminded him of the girl, and the realisation of his obsession struck him like a knife. "... S-s-sir?" The girl gasped as she saw te white mask he wore on the side of his head. The scar that ruined his life. He would only show it to those he despised, but the girl was an exception. Joseph smiled and held out his hand. "..." ------ Continue later.