Prologue…





Never allow the Taste to cause you to forget what you are suppose to do…





A bittersweet taste fills his mouth. He meekly runs his tongue over his teeth tasting more of this strange liquid that clings to the inside of his mouth. Before he feels the world closing in and memories elapses inside his fuzzy mind.



Never bleed when you are alone in a room…you only attract them…


Screaming tears through his torn and battered body as his eyes cloud over. Not seeing the figure moving closer from the shadow as the pain becomes harder to tolerate. Small drops of crimson spills unto his hands…



Never let them get too close to you…


Painful wounds, strange noise, and a voice: calling to him. Tempting him. Making his legs move on their own accords. His mind screaming for him to stop, but his body takes no heeds…Shadows moving closer…



Resist the call of the sirens…


Falling. Darkness. Laughter. No, not laughter, screaming. Horrible screaming of a tortured soul. Insane babbling. Coaxing him closer.



Remember the training that will protect you…


Pulling out the knife, hidden away. He brings it to his throat, slitting it. Crimson spills around him before he hears the howling of the beast and the laughter before he fills the teeth sinking into his torn flesh. And darkness filling his mind once again…



Never allow them to taste you…Never allow them to turn you…


All the rules broken and he laid gasping for whatever life he could find inside himself. Yet alone in this cold dark world of theirs. He realized for the first time that he failed at everything in his life…before the darkness consumed him again…





Remember all the rules, if you wish to live...