"You stupid little brat! When I get my hands on you, I'm going to slice you into chunks of meat and feed you to pigs!" He yelled, chasing after me with a knife in his hand.

I tore through the immense mansion we lived in, up several flights of stairs until I reached the top floor. There was a gun hidden in my jacket, one he didn't know was there.

Cornered against the balcony, I trembled and faced my father.

"I'm going to kill you." He roared as an evil smirk flashed across his face.

My heart pounded.

Cold sweat dripped from my face and hands.

My eyes widened until my irises were tiny blue pinheads.

I trembled. Tremors ran through my body and zings of energy pumped along with my blood.

Then I smiled.

"Not if I kill you first."

Then I woke up, shivering and panting. That same nightmare. Every night. Like it was reminding me of the sins I had committed.

But the frustrating thing was that it was all I could remember. My mind was blurred and warped by whatever happened when I was a child. The small scraps of memories that sometimes flashed through me were my only clues. I hung onto them with more instinct than desperation. I don't really care what I did, or what was done to me. The only thing that matters is what is happening at this moment.

I pulled the silk covers off of me and quietly exited my bedroom. The house, or mansion, was deathly cold as usual.

The servants and maids turned pale at the sight of me and hurried bowed, always terrified.

The mansion was silent enough to hear my own breathing while I calmly drank my morning coffee. People were too scared to speak to me.

I suppose it's been this way for a while now. Not that I'm complaining; I have no intention of faking politeness towards those pathetic underlings. The loneliness has grown on me in an intrusive way these past couple of years. Silence is peace. I much prefer it over calamity.

Who am I?

Len Kagamine. Rich. Handsome. Cruel. Evil. Psycho. Orphan.

That sums it up.

I don't go to school, even though I'm still a teenager. I have a tutor. Not that he ever actually tutors me. I study on my own. If I want to.

I live in an old castle, far from the nearest city. Isolated. High security that even the police are afraid of. It's like the government either doesn't know I exist, or they just don't care.

I'm alone.

I've been alone ever since that day. Not that I care.

But today I feel a sense of boredom. I guess I'll go out.

The warm, early September air greets me and I cringe. Warmth is so annoying. I want to strangle the sun. Beat it. Slowly trace a knife down its front. But that's silly. It's the SUN.

I take my limousine to the city and get out in front of a church. Maybe I'll go to confession and scare the shit out of the priest. They called me the devil's spawn. I agree.

A bell rings in the faint distance and a flood of students come pouring out from a nearby building. Oh that's right, it's a Tuesday. And around 2pm. School must be out.

People. Simple-minded people my own age. How annoying. I head back to my limo.

Then I saw her. Short, pale gold hair and blue-green eyes. In a short school uniform revealing her bare, smooth legs. Where have I seen her before?

Something throbs inside me and I nearly choke on the air around me. There's a small crack in my chest and a drop of sadness leaks out. My mouth opens and forms a silent word unknown to me. Tears prick the back of my eyelids. I don't comprehend the emotions stirring inside me. In that case, I will adjust them to something I do understand: desire.

My heart rate increased tenfold. My body is on fire. I want her. I want to chain her up in my room and play with her. I want to have her all to myself. I love her...I think.

I go to her.

"Can I help you?" She asks in a sweet, cheerful, high-pitched voice. Is that how she talks to others? Suddenly I want to rip out her vocal cords.

"Don't talk." I mutter. My hand darts out and I grab her by her skinny wrist. I pull her closer and stare at her.

The eyes that stare back are confused and guarded. To her, I'm a complete stranger. But my heart won't stop pounding.

"W-What are you doing?" She squeals.

"I said don't talk!" I yell. That was louder than I wanted. Some people come over. Two girls. One with pink hair and one with blue hair in pigtails. Two boys. One that looks like the blue-haired girl and one with long purple hair.

"Get off of her!" Shouts the boy.

My breath hitches in my throat. They're surrounding me. Yelling at me. I panic. What do I do? They're getting in my way. Are they planning to hurt me? I want to kill them.

But...I don't want to let go. My body is rooted to the ground. I want to get to know her more, preferably away from this obstructive crowd.

I turn back to her. "Won't you come with me for a minute?"

"Are you a pervert? Go away!" Her eyes widen and fear is suddenly reflected in her irises. I rather like that look.

Perhaps I will keep her for a while. At least until I get bored.

I toss her over my shoulder and dash away. The girl shrieks. I laugh. This is fun. I haven't felt this in a long time.

We barrel into my limo.

"Drive!"

My chauffeur accelerates and floors it to my mansion.

"What do you think you're doing?!" She shrieks. She's getting angry. But I can see the panic in her eyes.

"Don't talk."

I drag her into the living room. The doors lock behind us. I smile.

It's time to feed my ever-growing desires.

"Stay with me. I'm the one you love, right?"