Prologue

The sound of the storm raging outside thundered in unison with the wailing of the young woman lying in a Hospital bed. Her husband was by her side, holding his wife's hand. The midwife was beside her, reminding her to take deep breaths.

If I'd known giving birth would be this painful,' she thought through her pain, 'I might not have tried so hard to conceive a child.'

But it was too late for her to back out now.

"Push!" the doctor yelled, trying to be heard over the racket outside and the cries of the woman in bed.

The woman complied, another agony filled scream tearing through her throat. She'd forgone the pain medication they'd offered, something she sincerely regretted at the moment.

"You're almost there, honey." Her husband told her, trying to comfort his wife.

With one final cry, she pushed for the last time. A second later, a baby's cries filled the silence that the exhausted mother had left.

The woman turned, completely wiped out, to the doctor. "Well, Doctor Greene? How's my baby doing?"

The midwife, who had cleaned up the newborn, handed the baby over to the doctor. "Mrs. Pines, you are now the proud mother of a beautiful, healthy baby girl."

Mrs. Pines sighed in happiness at the news and shared a loving look with her husband.

"Let me hold her." said Mrs. Pines weakly.

The doctor carefully lifted the child to be placed in her mothers' arms. The baby was still crying, her little eyes clenched shut.

"She's beautiful." Mr. Pines said in a hushed tone.

"She is." Mrs. Pines looked down proudly at her newborn daughter.

"What will we name her?"

Mrs. Pines thought for a minute. She wanted the perfect name for her perfect little girl.

"Her name will be… Evelyn."

At that moment, Mrs. Pines felt a chill run down her spine, and she someone, something, laughing in her mind. It was distinctly male laughter, and it echoed in her head. A shadow seemed to pass over Evelyn, eventually landing on her collarbone.

Mrs. Pines carefully peeled back the blanket to study her baby's shoulder. Right above her daughter's collarbone, was a tiny birthmark shaped like a triangle.

Evelyn's cries quieted down, as though soothed by the shadow. Still whimpering as her grubby little hands rubbed against her closed eyes, her mouth opened to yawn cutely. Finally, with some effort, Evelyn tried to open her eyes.

Mrs. Pines gasped, staring into her daughter's eyes in surprise. Concerned by his wife's reaction, Mr. Pines leaned in to look at his newborns' eyes.

And two blood red, blinking orbs stared back at him.

Hey guys! This is my first time writing on . I've previously been writing stories on Quotev, but I decided to branch out with my work, see if people enjoy it. I plan on updating this story on both websites.

The idea for this story came to me in a dream (no joke, it was awesome!). I really hope you enjoy this story! Please favourite and review! No flames, please! -Aria