Rain. There was so much rain falling down from the sky. So much rain pouring down on the gray and destroyed land. The rain washed the blood away, which stained the whole land. It really looked like the sky would cry over the foolishness of the humans and Vampires. War was something incredibly terrible, yet it was still needed to keep the world in balance.

For that some people could live in comfort, some people had to suffer; for that there was a lucky person, there was also an unlucky person. For every thing in the world, there was always an opposite equal. The people who suffered in the war didn't think of something like that though. They only saw their own misery and pain, but who could blame them for that?

In a small town in the near of New York, the people suffered from the war, just like everywhere. A perfect place for slave sellers to hide. At that time there were a lot of slaves, humans and Vampires. The time before the great war, which changed a lot of things, was a time filled with suffer in both sides.

“Yah, get up.” Someone called out, while he slammed his hand against the gutter of the cage again and again. “What a crap. That dirt over there can't even get up anymore. How should we sell him?” The young man in the room wasn't a young man at all. He looked like he was just at the beginning of his twenties, but actually, he was nearly a hundred years old already. He came from across the sea, from somewhere in Europe, that's the only thing they knew. The people thought of him as a typical war victim.

The slave sellers took an advantage of that, not knowing whom they actually brought along.

D.O. slowly moved his head and shot the man a piercing gaze. It would have been so easy for him to break free, but not with his weak body conditions. Despite his parents' will, D.O. had set over to America. He had been curious to see the situation over there since in Europe, the war between humans and Vampires was less... heavy. A reason for that was the presence of the werewolves.

There weren't any in America anymore, but in Europe, the King's clan lived and they were strong, all of them. “What a pest. He's really useless, isn't he?” The guy threw a piece of old bread and a bowl into the cage, and D.O. immediately caught the things before they could fall on the ground. His reactions hadn't left him, luckily. “Like an animal. How disgusting.”

The man shook his head and walked away, lea