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I do however own the character Katherine (and or Arodwen). She is my character that I created, and I will not tolerate the stealing of my story, character and traits, plot line, etc.

The Disclaimer is for this chapter, and all chapters that follow it.

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P.S - the prologue seems rather boring, but bare with me. It gets a-lot better after this!

A/N 3-04-06 I am currently re-reading the story, and editing the mistakes I come across (and boy are there a-lot!). I can't believe how much I've improved since my first story thanks to everyone who helped and reviewed! Any major changes will be noted at the beginning of a chapter!

I am currently re-reading the story, and editing the mistakes I come across (and boy are there a-lot!). I can't believe how much I've improved since my first story thanks to everyone who helped and reviewed!

Prologue: 'I Could Use Love'

Katherine pulled off her coat, tossing it unceremoniously over the back of the couch in the living room. The black coat was still damp from the rain outside; where she had been all morning.

Her mother had died, and she had just returned from her very small funeral. She couldn't say that she had died peacefully. Her father had murdered her mother, and then fled. No one had yet found him, and she doubted that he ever would be caught.

She had grief only for her mother, for her father had been dead to her for quite some time. He had been a 'perfect' father up until she was ten, when he found a fondness of beating her, and being able to get away with it. She still had scars. It hardly bothered her anymore though, for she was far too focused on other things like school to care.

She was eighteen, and all alone. No other relatives were known to her, and she had given up searching. She had lost any friendship she had since she was ten, because she refused to tell her friends why she always wore clothes that covered her skin, and not being able to invite them to her own house.

Her parent's (or rather her mother's) will had given her all their money, and the house. She had spent the last few weeks paying off her parent's debts to the bank, and going through the hardship of preparing their funerals.

Besides a few of her mother's close friends, she had been the only one present at the sermon today at the cemetery. She had placed a solitary white rose from her mother's own garden upon the coffin, her own tears mingling with the rain that fell upon it.

Her mother had always been close to her - always there when she needed her. She had been more of an angel, for she truly looked like one, than a mother to Katherine. Never had she been unkind to her.

It hit her hard, that her mother, her protector, was gone. She had always sought comfort in her, and always seemed to find it. Her presence alone seemed to warm her heart, and lift her spirits.

But now that she was gone... she felt like her whole world was collapsing around her. No one cared. No one showed the slightest consideration to her. Schoolmates turned up their noses to her, when they realized what her father had done to her in the past, and done to her mother.

She was all alone in the world...

Weeping bitterly, she walked up the stairs to her bedroom, wiping away her tears. Maybe if she just laid down for a bit, she would feel better... Today was Friday, so she had no school tomorrow; a blessing.

As she entered her small cozy room, bedecked in olive and creams, she passed her mirror. She stepped closer to it, trying to make her eyes less red and puffy, while scrutinizing her complexion. She had definitely lost weight over the week, feeling too numb to care about nutrition. Her darkened blonde hair hung straight down, a few inches past her shoulders, it's shine had vanished with her mother's death. The pale complexion of her skin was creamier than usual, and her dark hazel brown eyes were always glossed over with unshed tears. Small freckles dotted over her nose, testament of all the time she spent outdoors.

All she saw, however, was a pitiful looking teenager with no looks that were different than any other high-school girl. 'You don't give yourself enough credit...' her mother had said, fixing her hair in a long french braid when she had been younger, 'You are better than all of them, no matter what they say. You're beautiful, and you will find love when you least expect it...'

Well mom... she thought, changing into her black silk nightgown that reached just above her knees, had lace embroidering the v-cut neck. It had been a joke gift from her mother a year before, and never had she worn it until now. She would've worn some old shorts and a t-shirt, but she had neglected her clothes as well, leaving the nightdress as her only option until she did the laundry. I could use love right now... But I just want yours.

... she thought, changing into her black silk nightgown that reached just above her knees, had lace embroidering the v-cut neck. It had been a joke gift from her mother a year before, and never had she worn it until now. She would've worn some old shorts and a t-shirt, but she had neglected her clothes as well, leaving the nightdress as her only option until she did the laundry. .

Falling onto her warm bed, and pulling a blanket over herself, she closed her eyes to try and sleep. I just don't want to be alone anymore, mom... she thought miserably. I want you back. I want someone who loves me, and cares about me unconditionally. And so far, in my life, you have been the only one... she dozed off into a dreamless sleep, the last of her tears that clung to her eyelashes falling onto her pillow.

Had she stayed awake and perhaps read a book like she normally did, she might have seen the dark figure running across her lawn. And she would have definitely heard the sound of the front door opening...

The 'prologue' is short. Just some information that gets you up to speed with who she is, and what she's dealing with. But I think the next chapter will be much more interesting...