Author's Note: Here ye, here ye. The prologue to my vampire story has now been written! Enjoy what I have so far! And the first chapter should be worked on soon...sadly, Ophelia won't be making an appearance any time soon. Enjoy the death of Amelia. A character you all will probably never really know; but you will find how much effect she has on everyone's life while they carry on.

Prologue

~Amelia POV~

I am growing so very tired…and I hurt all over. But - but I hear crying, and the sound relaxes me. I can feel the gentle hold of Jurai's hand on mine as he cradles our newborn in his arms.

"It is a boy," he says, a smile in his voice. I turn my head to get a better look, my heavy eyelids bothering me to no end. I can tell he is worried behind that smile; because he knows my health. He had been so against this from the start, but I couldn't, wouldn't lose our baby.

I smile then, my eyes falling upon the wailing newborn. I laugh softly and reach a hand towards them both. "He looks just like you, Ame," Jurai tells me. I can barely see him, my eyes are so blurry. "What should we name him, love?"

"Re-" I falter, my voice weaker than I thought it was. His concern washes over me and his hold on my hand tightens.

"Amelia?"

"I am sorry…I am just so…" I try to force myself to sit up, but the midwife keeps me down.

"Now, now, Mrs. Ethelbert, we can not have you moving too much, yet."

"Yes…" I nod my head, trying to smile reassuringly at my husband. "I am fine, dear. Reginald."

"What?" He stares at me in confusion, as if I have somehow lost my mind and forgot his name. Then I see the realization hit. "Oh, yes! That is perfect, Amelia! Prince Reginald…do you like that?" he whispers to the infant who seems to lessen in his wailing.

"Can I hold him?" I ask, my gaze slowly searching both Jurai and the worried midwife.

"I…suppose…but not for long," she directs. She sees my smile and she only forms a small, sad one in response. She knows. I know. But he doesn't. My Jurai is too hopeful, too innocent from most realities in this world to know what is happening to me.

He slowly, carefully handles my little Reggie towards me, and my weak arms almost do not hold steady. Thankfully, Jurai still has his hands supporting our little boy.

Finally, when I have my precious baby close to me, I close my eyes and I sing softly. I can feel Reginald curling up against me, the sound of his crying finally stopping. I pray that he will not be as sickly as me. For his sake, and Jurai's. I do not wish him to lose anymore of those he loves.

My singing ceases. I am so tired.

"Ame?" Jurai's voice startles me at first and I open my eyes as far as I can. I can sense his inner turmoil, the part of him that knows the truth but does not want to believe it.

"Jurai…" Don't be sad. Please, be a good father. I do not want you to fall because of me…

I can not finish my words, and I struggle. I know Reginald has started crying again, and I know that Jurai keeps calling my name.

But I can't hear them…

And I am so tired…

I am sorry…

So…sorry…

I…love…