The gravestones stood silently, row upon row like soldiers long forgotten, a scream shattered the silence… She cried and begged me but I was unmoved by her pleading and soon she stopped fighting, her lifeless body broken like the headstones around us. My Love will be here soon to collect her.
I waited, wandering through the graveyard til it felt like something was watching me. The air turned black all around me. My heart beats wildly and a grin stretches across my lips as the flames of the fire lick my face. The flesh of my latest victim pops and crackles in the otherwise silent air. Icy fingers gripped my arm in the darkness. My hair stood on end, a shiver raced down my spine and a lump came to my throat. It was him... I hear his intake of …show more content…
I do not even have the emotions to allow me to return your feelings. I am sorry.” He said this, with absolute indifference, not showing that he was even slightly sorry. He turns coldly away from my reach into the shadows. Heartbroken and stricken with grief and anger, made a decision. I grab the long, bloody knife and creep quickly and silently over to him. His back is to me, an open target between his beautiful wings. I hesitate slightly, raising the knife over my head. Tears stream down my grimy face as I squeeze my eyes shut and strike down. Again and again. His wails pierce my soul and our screams entwine together in agony.
I shudder as he falls to the ground. His body is mutilated but he is still handsome as ever. His empty eyes stare out at me and I sob that I destroyed my lover’s gorgeous form. I lie beside him, his heat that is slowly fading keeping comfort over me as I cradle his head in my lap. I brush his silver hair from his eyes and trail my fingers down the angles of his face. I press my lips to his for the first and last …show more content…
Now you have to carry his curse.”
The burning sensation returns. Screaming, falling to my knees I plead for something, anything, to take away the pain as my body fades. With my last breathe I whisper his name, hoping he can forgive me. Spots blink in my eyes as I wake up, sunlight shining down where I lay. I struggle to stand as a heavy new weight pulls on my back, doing its best to pull me down again. I look around wearily, the gravestones reflecting the light into my eyes. I gasp as pain hits my head. Everything is enhanced and bright. I hear cries of newborns and the last gasp of breathe from every dying person all at once. Everywhere. My mind attempts to understand all that is happening around me in vain.
“That must of been a dream.” I whisper to myself. But the feeling of pain still seemed too real. The weight on my back flutters and I stare over my shoulder in horror as black wings stretch out. “This is your life now. Only those close to death and already dead will be able to see you.” The voice from what I had thought was a dream spoke again in my
I waited, wandering through the graveyard til it felt like something was watching me. The air turned black all around me. My heart beats wildly and a grin stretches across my lips as the flames of the fire lick my face. The flesh of my latest victim pops and crackles in the otherwise silent air. Icy fingers gripped my arm in the darkness. My hair stood on end, a shiver raced down my spine and a lump came to my throat. It was him... I hear his intake of …show more content…
I do not even have the emotions to allow me to return your feelings. I am sorry.” He said this, with absolute indifference, not showing that he was even slightly sorry. He turns coldly away from my reach into the shadows. Heartbroken and stricken with grief and anger, made a decision. I grab the long, bloody knife and creep quickly and silently over to him. His back is to me, an open target between his beautiful wings. I hesitate slightly, raising the knife over my head. Tears stream down my grimy face as I squeeze my eyes shut and strike down. Again and again. His wails pierce my soul and our screams entwine together in agony.
I shudder as he falls to the ground. His body is mutilated but he is still handsome as ever. His empty eyes stare out at me and I sob that I destroyed my lover’s gorgeous form. I lie beside him, his heat that is slowly fading keeping comfort over me as I cradle his head in my lap. I brush his silver hair from his eyes and trail my fingers down the angles of his face. I press my lips to his for the first and last …show more content…
Now you have to carry his curse.”
The burning sensation returns. Screaming, falling to my knees I plead for something, anything, to take away the pain as my body fades. With my last breathe I whisper his name, hoping he can forgive me. Spots blink in my eyes as I wake up, sunlight shining down where I lay. I struggle to stand as a heavy new weight pulls on my back, doing its best to pull me down again. I look around wearily, the gravestones reflecting the light into my eyes. I gasp as pain hits my head. Everything is enhanced and bright. I hear cries of newborns and the last gasp of breathe from every dying person all at once. Everywhere. My mind attempts to understand all that is happening around me in vain.
“That must of been a dream.” I whisper to myself. But the feeling of pain still seemed too real. The weight on my back flutters and I stare over my shoulder in horror as black wings stretch out. “This is your life now. Only those close to death and already dead will be able to see you.” The voice from what I had thought was a dream spoke again in my