AN: This is a new story that came up to me these days... I started writing the prologue today... So I hope you like it, and if you do PLEASE review!

Love ya'll! Caroline :]


Life, a word with so many meanings, but you can't quite define it. People have their own perspective of it. Some think it's good some think it's bad. I think its a curse.

Life is a curse. There is nothing to care about and nothing to live about. In the beginning it can bring to you some joy full moments but in the end it will kill you like it always does. No one cares if you are happy or not, they just pretend they do. Happiness isn't something real it's just an illusion, and it will end as fast and as soon as it can, That is why people say good things don't last. That's the terrible truth, they don't last and never will, but we keep fooling ourselves because we think it's better like that, but it isn't, deep inside we all know it isn't. Our future is something we cant change, something that was designated for us, that's why we are here, we all have missions to complete.

We all have the same questions, what is the meaning of life? What is it all about? Who are we? Why are we here? What are we here for? What is the purpose of life? What is the value of life? What are we living for? These questions concern the purpose and significance of existence and biological life in general. There are many answers for these questions from many different cultural and ideological backgrounds.

The meaning of life is deeply mixed with existence, consciousness, and happiness, and touches on many other issues, such as symbolic meaning, ontology, value, purpose, ethics, good and evil, free will, conceptions of God, the existence of God, the soul, and the afterlife. Most people say that if you want to go to heaven we have to be good, but what is good? If you say it's good to kill then killing is good? How do we define good? If it was something inside the human body, inside our conscience that tells us what we should do and what we shouldn't, but who first defined that? God? If there was heaven what would be so wrong with hell? Because someone said it was bad, is it really like that?

We all believe in something even if we think we don't or refuse to believe it we still do, and that something is what define us. We are what we are and nothing else. No one can change that. People can say whatever they want about you and they can try to change who you are many and many times but it won't last, because we are what we believe in. If you believe something is good than it's good, if you believe something is bad than it's bad. Life isn't about finding yourself but creating yourself. We know that in the end we'll see that you were wrong because no matter what you try to be you will come back, your essence will last. The people around you influence your style, and personality, but you will always have the minimal trace of what you were. A bird isn't a bird without wings.

If you lived long enough to see what I saw you would understand my point of view. If you ever felt the pain I felt you would understand my suffering. If you ever lost someone you know how it feels to die inside. And if you ever had a thirst for vengeance, you would know how is to live with one, and one purpose only. What I thought of life, changed through time... Many point of views, issues, and many, many other things, made my perspective of life change.

But enough of this life. Let's talk about my life before it was destroyed, before someone came and ruined it. Human beings are cold heartless creatures, but so are vampires. Yes, vampires. Reanimated corpses that are believed to rise from the grave at night to drink the blood of the living. A demon, such as an extortionist, who preys mercilessly upon others. Others know as us, humans. For me they were simply part of a horrible terror movie, with a terrible cast, and a terrifying plot. A terror movie who turned out to be my life. After sometime I had no idea of what was real and what was not, what existed, and what didn't, I had no idea of where I was going and why I was still there. These... creatures ruined my life. My past, my present, and my future. I was alone and empty, all because of them.

There was, definitely, a hole in the place of my heart. A black hole, growing darker, and deeper, by the minutes. The pain was barely something to care about. Compared to the pain I felt inside my... heart, it was nothing. Nothing. There is a good word to describe me. I was nothing, I felt nothing, I did nothing. I was useless. By now I could already be dead, if it was up to me I would.

Death was easy, quiet, painless. Death. The end of life. The permanent cessation of all vital bodily functions. Life was difficult, complicated, pain full. Life. The beginning. A state, where you pass through many changes, inwardly, and outwardly. Change. To give and receive reciprocally. To exchange or replace something, or someone.

But my life wasn't up to me. So, as much as I wanted to die, and go to hell. I couldn't, I wouldn't. I had unfinished business, which had to be finished.

My soul, body, and blood, belonged to a vampire. A cold-blooded monster. A creature which I didn't believed in till I saw it. But what a foolish girl like me would know? This new world wasn't for me and it would never be. But the sad part is that there was no place for me. My soul was the payment and I would, walk through the dark bloody pain filled streets, with my head low and my cold stoned heart. I had to pay for their mistakes. I had to pay for his mistake. And I would.


Because I loved him.

AN: Soooooo... What do ya think? Yes? No? Please Review!

AN: This is the first chapter of my new novel, Stoned Heart. I hope you guys liked the prologue, and reviewed it. This is the girl's (whose name you guys will find out in this chapter) life, before everything happened.

Caroline :]