Authors Note: I know, its been forever since I've posted or written anything, but I got this idea from a book, Eclipse and I thought it would work beautifully for CC. So, yeah. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Chrno Crusade or their characters, this is a not for profit story for mostly my amusement.

Imprint

Prelude

I can remember when I first saw her, the image is burned into my eyes with the iron of my failsafe memory. She was four years old, golden-blonde hair tied into wispy braids that seemed barely able to contain her sunshine, dressed in a corny Indian costume that they sold in Walmart. She was a tiny thing, laughing wildly as her younger brother, Joshua, chased her in a near identical costume, minus the skirt. Her twin brother, a frail boy that looked as if a wind could blow him away, never left her side for the entire day, dispite the older women of our tribe trying to bribe him with candies and sweets. They knew the look on my face when they saw it, recognized it as what it was, despite being completely confused on why.

I was confused, dumbfounded, torn to shreds in an instant that my head turned at the loud, clear laughter of the child.

There is a thing with my tribe, what I am not supposed to let leak, let anyone know, but its desperately important to the story that is about to be told. My tribe is the descendants of a entity that came here Millenniums ago. A entity called Pandimonium. Of which was made up of what I can only describe as demons. This is all well and good, we all have our insane past, and at least i know I didn't come from monkeys, but there are some particulars that make normal life difficult.

I mean its strange enough for people to understand how living on a reservation is, let alone find out about that at a certain age, its different for everyone, we change. Its something thats triggered deep inside, like a switch, no, more like a pull cord. A particular emotion, mine being wrath, triggers a transformation that is unlike any science fiction novel you can think of. How I look when I am in, what my people call 'Truth form', instead of 'sealed' in my human body, is something out of your nightmares. When your spine is outside of your body, its not normal.

And if you can grasp and understand this, you can understand when I explain that my kind, my people find their one and only in a different way then most humans. It might seem strange, almost wrong to you, but its not something that we can help. We Imprint, meaning that we find our soul mate, the person we were born, created, even designed for with just a glance in their direction. It doesnt matter the age, race, gender, color of the hair, if we've ever met them before or if they were our best friend for our entire life, we have no choice.

So when I tell you that the moment Rosette Christopher walked into my life, she had my heart lock stock and barrel, and there was no way for me to get it back.

I hate how this is reformated on you now. its freaking retarded.

Anyway.

Yeah, this is just the prelude, I hope you enjoy it!