My face must have frightened him, so white and fierce through the darkness. I saw his green eyes flick up to the stone angel which loomed above us, its features reflected my own luminous appearance.
I held my violin in my lap, clutching the one thing which I had brought from my mortal life. He knew it then, that the music he’d heard, the sweet songs that had penetrated his dreams was from me.
I felt the familiar thirst pressing against my throat in a giant lump which threatened to make me choke. I stood, he froze, my heart was pounding in my ears, enveloping the sounds of the traffic. We were far beyond their gaze; he was lost in my domain, my embrace, my thirst.
My teeth were in his neck, I felt his fists hitting my back becoming weaker, he was heavy in my arms. I dropped him. His lifeless body left in the leaves, drained of everything. Memories. Thoughts. Life. Everything.

Character and artwork copyright to me, K.E Myatt.

deviation by =PaleMajesty