Tears fell from crystalline shadows of the sky. A clean breath of air as it cried,

rolling off leaves as a tear on a cheek, dripping from the tip. It falls, almost looking as if

frozen in air, except it lands on scarlet tinted flesh, flushed from panic.

Her body swayed in the arms of a demon, much to his awe her chest still raised

and fell. The beat was faint, and her skin flushed, the scratches on her arms were being

cleansed. He cautiously held her and stared at her amazing face, wondering what she was

seeing.

In front of her eyes, behind darkness, images emerged. At first lights, yellow and

green swirls of kaleidoscope images. They soon took shape of dancers, twirling into

oblivion. She wanted to shout, to cry a warning that they were heading into depths they

could never return from. To a hell where dancing is forbidden. Chasing them seemed

wrong, they were false. A mere dream, but dreams always seem to heed warnings that a

person interprets too late.

A dream, surely you do not dream when you die. Alive! She must be alive,

numbness disappeared when she felt arms holding her, protecting her. She opened her

eyes and stared into glowing, crazy eyes that hung in the air, and behind them, slowly

appeared a demon.

She took her breath back, shock tingled across her body in a wave. Small bumps

covered her body as she lay in his arms, the rain soft falling on her. She gazed into those

breath taking eyes, and stole a smile. The eyes disappear, as does the demon, her heart is

now locked on eyes that seemed to hold life. Bright luminescent green spheres, staring

back into her own darkened, shadowed forest.

For minutes they stared at one another, not looking anywhere but each other’s

souls. Finally, Life spoke, one question that seemed to even baffle her.

“Who are you?” His voice was warm, and lustrous, like a breeze.

“A child.” Her voice was thicker, she noticed, she wouldn’t have noticed if she

were still a child.

“You are obviously not a child, explain.” She paused to look at him. His eyes

were the most breath-taking, but all around him things were growing. Flowers were

crawling around him, blooming. They were stretching to her, trying to get back their

beauty who had rapidly reached her full potential. Everything about him was bright, in

the back of him, wings like a butterfly, just as beautiful as the bouquet all around them.

“Do you hear me!? I asked you a question!” She still rested in his arms, and suddenly

everything became more bold, warmer. Life’s voice became dominant, heated.

“Answer me!” Life became Heat, blood took over his eyes, the flowers burst and

bloomed harder than before. His arms burning her own.

“The twins! The twins! Oh the fire twins did this to me! I am a child!” She never

dared speak like this before, but something she said scared the faerie called Heat. The

blood dried, brown orbs stared at her softly, but in them she saw not fear, but cowardice

horror.

His beautiful wings began to wilt, the blossoms crisped and curled around her,

frozen. His face wrinkled as he stared at her with his sorrow, dread, and death. The

adolescent screamed and leaped from his gaunt arms. The flowers now segments of dirt to

share with the dead, She crashed to the graveyard, crawling away from Death.

“Wait.” Death cried with little vigor. She stopped, wide-eyed, breathing heavy.

“Answer me this?” She nodded, waiting. “How does the silent vampire improve his

gleaming bite, to spill the blood of mortals on every arcane night?”

“I do not know.”

“Exactly.” Death smirked at her, the colour of his flesh drained and became chalk,

his eyes grey, as his hair. The wings that had once illuminated the landscape were

crumpled as paper. His head bent at the ground, his form was frozen. Now there was

only Nothingness.